The salon and the tea room were clearly attempts to see if she could read.
Rosentine thought quietly. A palace maid couldn't work long without being able to read. Of course, she often learned letters from senior maids upon entering the palace, but she had been establishing various academic books since childhood.
It wasn't necessarily out of pride, but she needed to show that she knew how to read, if only to become a storyteller today.
Where else would you have heard that story if not from a book?
"A book? What a valuable experience."
Books were still a difficult commodity for commoners to own.
After a polite greeting, Rosentine smiled at Arolne, who was waving her fan, as if she didn't like the fact. "Of course," she said, "it was a problem for the Prince's personal maid to be illiterate."
"I was thinking it was fortunate to meet you, Lady Arolne. I was just wondering how to contact you."
"Oh, is there something you need to contact me for? You could just send a letter to our family..."
They continue to pretend not to know something they both know, like swans flapping their feet beneath the surface.
'This is fun too.'
Rosentine thought.
Arolne's gaze constantly swept across Rosentine's body from within the fan, her gaze speculating about the possible gifts she might have brought. This is their etiquette.
Rosentine used fortune-telling to suggest gifts to please her taste.
"Or there was a way to pass it on to our Sir Pana."
The knight beside her took on a more proud stance, his body slightly hunched over. It seemed he was impressed by Arolne's trust and determination.
Rosentine only sent a few words of encouragement to the poor man, who showed his fleeting affection.
All right. Arolne wouldn't have received it through the knight anyway. After all, it was a gift from Shartus, and Rosentine wondered how crowded the salon she was taking her to would be, given the obvious nature of their actions.
Even if she doesn't know, there must be people she wants to influence. Rosentine smiled faintly at how things were going according to her plan.
"I was ordered to deliver it myself. I am glad you found me, Lady Arolne."
"I wonder what's going on. Should I go for now?"
With a "thud," Arolne folded his fan. Her eyes were fixed on prey. Leaving the fan in the hands of Sir Pana, Arolne led Rosentine. Rosentine could clearly see Arolne's eyes, flushed with anticipation.
***
'Are you going to be okay?'
The symbol of the Mulde was a toad rolling a golden ball. Riding in the nobleman's carriage for the first time in a long time, she recalled Lucien's words.
With a face that was unusually flushed, he mumbled several times as if trying to speak, but eventually changed the subject.
That was probably something he wanted to ask her, but she was shocked by his remarks that had shocked Lucien.
That story made her even more curious.
But there will be a time for everyone to bring up their story. Rosentine waited silently.
“What do you mean?”
"Rumors cannot be controlled."
The path leading from the Prince's villa was lined with thick, regular columns, each made of high-quality stone.
Above it, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Rosentine was willing to laugh. He was talking about her plans.
Wouldn't it be truly remarkable, Rosentine thought, that the monarch would support her plan without revealing his true feelings, while the adviser, trusting the monarch's judgment, would ask questions separately. Loyalty like this was unparalleled.
'If Hostang has any questions, he just asks them.'
'...He's a very transparent person on the outside and on the Inside.'
'What about you, Lucien?'
'I am the one who wants to expand the path that His Highness is taking.'
It was a word with a stronger will than before. At the same time, he blushed as before, as if he had something in mind.
'And I know that your plan will be Important on the way, Roan.'
'The evaluation is high.'
'Because it's true. Now, can you listen to me?'
Rosentine nodded. He had already made a rough outline in front of Shartus and Hostang, but he seemed to think that she needed to know some details.
She agreed.
He was an intelligent man, and he would probably take on tasks that he couldn't handle. There was only one thing that Lucien couldn't understand.
'I'm not trying to manipulate rumors.'
'What then? Isn't speed important?'
'On the contrary, the less you can control it, the better it gets. If it spreads out of control and contains countless contents of any content.'
'...I don't control it.'
'Time will be on our side.'
'Why?'
'While Arolne spreads rumors, I won't just be playing.'
She raised her head proudly. The spies were three years ahead of Shartus, and they had just caught up with those three years.
There was a conspiracy behind it that she still didn't know, and Rosentine had a solution he didn't know.
Then, of course, all that remains is to measure time. In this confrontation, where he risked his only life to pledge his drainage, Shartus must use time as an advantage.
Arolne will do the clues she had to do in the first place. Rosentine had to prepare ten doors through the key.
If time is not on your side, you can grab the leash and pull it along.
"Roan."
Just like this.
The carriage stopped with a rattle. The carriage of the Mulde family was not as comfortable as Arzen's, but it was definitely a carriage with a good aroma and a stable ride.
She heard the sound of the horse purring. From outside, the knight opened the door and escorted Arolne. It was the mansion of an aristocratic family not far from the imperial palace.
She realized that the owner of this mansion was Therese Margus, who was called the godmother of the social world. That's why she chose the largest gathering among the salons held in this area.
Rosentine smiled inwardly. Yes, you have to do this to solve the problem.
"Oh my God, is this a mansion?"
"Do you know? Yes, it's Mrs. Margus's mansion."
"This is the first time I've participated in a salon like this."
"There's nothing to be afraid of. You just come into my house. As long as you do your job well, that's it."
In short, it was to give gifts and shine yourself. Rosentine put her hand on her chest with a thrilled face. It was actually a scene she wanted to direct.
"I will do my best. If you have anything to do, please let me do it."
Abomination, Rosentine struggled to blink and moisten her pupils. Of course, it was the exact opposite of the voice of the heart that sheshould never let it be.
Arolne nodded in satisfaction. This would have satisfied her vanity that the maid in charge of Shartus, even though she was of a lower status than herself, would have admired her.
She put her hand on Sir Pana's escort arm. Rosentine also followed her into the mansion.
***
The mansion was a hotbed of all kinds of nostalgia and gossip.
"Who is this...? It's Miss Mulde, isn't it?"
"Mrs. Margus. Thank you for having me."
Arolne opened her dress as brightly as a rose that had just bloomed and looked around. Soon, a group of young people caught her gaze.
They had been hostile to Arolne Mulde and had pretended to be from her group.
There was also a young love and a self-writer of the white writer and the daughter of a male writer who was of low status but was popular because of his beauty.
Arolne raised the fan and covered the corners of her mouth. An arrogant smile was contained in it.
'Yes, that's right.'
And Rosentine watched her from behind, fully cheering her on. The more dramatic Arolne can direct, the more her antagonists, who are also in charge of one of the pillars of the social world, will burn.
Rosentine's plan will come true easily. Arolne walked bewitchingly towards her group.
'Let's start soon.'
If you drag the situation on for a long time, it will only cause more trouble. It was at this time that Rosentine began to act. Someone asked her for her identity, and she replied in a clearer voice than usual.
"Are you Mulde's handmaid?"
"Ah. I am the maid in charge of the Second Prince."
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Rosentine.
"...His Highness Chartus?"
"Yes, and I'm here for Arolne Mulde."
Then it flowed to Arolne. Rosentine smiled. It was the beginning.
"The dedicated maid of His Highness Shartus... You went to Arolne?"
Rosentine heard rumbling sounds from all directions. She clearly caught one of the voices. The protagonist of the gorgeous line, which even omits honorifics, was a long blonde.
A woman with distinct blonde hair, with no hint of red, was nervously tapping her fan. The moment the purple fan was unfurled in front of her face, Rosentine realized who she was.
This person was Mariette Cadilton, the daughter of the Count of Cadilton.
She was the one who had once stolen Arolne's lover from her and then had to be humiliated in the salon. Since the odds of victory and defeat were about 1:1, she would be a proper enemy to her.
An unprecedented buzz erupted in the salon. Arolne lowered her eyes, enjoying the situation. Even Madame Margus, the landlady of the salon, was whispering with the ladies next to her.
It was a dizzying time. Most of the nobles in the palace were watching the movements of the Crown Prince and the Second Prince.
The older ladies, especially the unique old ladies who were aware of the political situation without knowing it, gave her sharp glances.
It was then that the woman sitting next to Mariette whispered something. It was a story that was also secretly whispered to those listening.
"It'll only last a moment."
"Of course. Did you see them sticking together like that last time and then getting kicked out all at once?"
"Haha, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to shamelessly keep chasing after him."
The young lady of the House of Crolle raised her red lips in mockery. It was a story that made Arolne and her followers close to her excited.
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