Episode 117. Tea Time with the Ladies
Meanwhile, not only Herod's messengers but also Ansen, who had provoked the lion, was in a very difficult situation.
“Even Pulder Bank said no?!!”
As Ansen suddenly lost his temper, the secretary quickly nodded.
“You clearly said it would work when I checked before?!!”
“Yes, that was certainly the case... I do not know what kind of assurances the Herodian royal court gave, but... they say it is impossible...”
Ansen finally let out a curse and slammed his fist on the desk.
“It is not too late, so why not extend a hand of reconciliation to the royal family of Herod...”
“Shut up!!”
Ansen trembled violently and hurled abusive language at his secretary.
The Herodian royal family, which held sway over the modern history of the Norfolk continent, had a foothold everywhere. It was none other than the Herodian royal family that was related to most of the prominent royal families and maintained cooperative ties with numerous families in Pulder.
Due to a network of relationships that could be called a cartel, Ansen ultimately failed to find someone to cover the investment Noah had canceled.
However, strictly speaking, it was not solely due to interference from the Herodian royal family.
“Ah... CEO, when did you promise the upgrade? Is it still not here?”
“Prince Noah of Herod claims that there was a problem with the Magic Dome installed on the cruise ship; is this completely groundless?”
The even more painful fact was that Wilhelm’s Magic Dome, lacking technological advancements, failed to attract investors.
The investment Noah canceled was related to the Magic Dome upgrade project, which had already failed once.
Ansen stared blankly at the photo with Olivia's picture plastered all over it, then crumpled it up.
“Olivia...!”
Ansen, breathing heavily and panting, opened the drawer and took out a few photos.
It was a photograph that captured Olivia's old house and her appearance during her college days exactly as they were. They were all taken by Adam McDowell, who was stalking her.
Ansen arranged her photos in order and took out the last one.
She and Ansen were sitting across from each other at a cafe, and they were both smiling. Yes, there was definitely a day when they looked at each other and smiled.
“I don’t know how the conservative Herodian people will take this, Olivia.”
What about Noah Astrid?
Even if Wilhelm Corporation is driven into a corner, it can rise again as long as it can secure uniqueness and innovation. Therefore, Ansen absolutely needed the woman in the photograph.
Isn't the reason for doing this crazy thing against the Herodian royal family also because of Olivia!
“Get ready, we have to enter Herod secretly. We’ll enter via land, where immigration checks are relatively lax.”
"All right."
“Send these photos to Herod first.”
Ansen gave orders to his secretary while neatly putting away the photos.
“Your Highness, please allow us to meet.”
“Your Highness, me too!”
“Your Highness, I can wait until this evening.”
After the Marchioness of Letium and the Countess of Timberlin left, about a dozen noble ladies approached Olivia with earnest expressions, requesting an audience. At this point, Olivia became truly curious about how her husband had intimidated the ladies (and by his actions, no less).
Eventually, Olivia led them all together into the drawing room, and a scene reminiscent of a small tea party was set up.
Mrs. Betty skillfully broke off branches with a few autumn leaves on them in the blink of an eye and beautifully decorated the table.
Meanwhile, Olivia reflected on the manner of Margot and the Queen, then opened the vast directory of capital nobles that the Countess of Timberlin had given her in her mind. Although about a dozen people had gathered, Olivia quickly figured out who was the more influential one.
“Countess Lilesien, please sit here. Countess Boulter, over here.”
Whether it is a royal event or a small tea party, selecting the right seats is the most important factor when a group of people gathers.
Olivia instantly arranged their seats and guided them, and the ladies, knowing how difficult that was, looked at her with wide eyes.
They had rushed over after hearing the news that Letium and Seymour had been devastated by Prince Noah's revenge. Recalling Prince Noah's cold gaze, they could not even sit still for a moment.
They came hoping to apologize to the Princess and avoid the Prince's revenge, but when they came to their senses, they found themselves attending a splendid and beautiful tea party.
"I couldn't keep anyone waiting any longer, so I decided to meet everyone at once, which ended up turning into an unexpected party. Welcome to the mansion."
The Princess, seated in the place of honor, smiled, pulling up her lips.
She was someone whom they had clearly looked down upon just a few weeks ago for being of commoner origin. Was it because the position had shaped her, or were they simply intimidated? Olivia looked as dignified as a real Princess.
On top of that, look at that massive blue diamond glittering around her neck! Wouldn't that single necklace be worth the price of a decent mansion in the capital?!
Madame Lilesien, the most powerful, quickly replied.
“I sincerely thank you for this warm welcome, Your Highness. The tableware and the colors of the food are truly beautiful.”
As soon as she opened her mouth, the ladies around her scrambled to offer her compliments.
“Yes, and how about this drawing room? I should decorate my drawing room in deep blue and gold, just like Your Highness’s.”
"Right? Oh my goodness, the necklace is also very beautiful! You have excellent taste."
Even though they kept praising her, the Princess wore only a modest smile; she was neither greatly pleased nor feigned humility.
"I am simply glad that you look upon me favorably," she replied politely. Then, she asked Madame Lilesien, who was seated at the place of honor.
“For what reason did you want to meet me?”
The monotonous yet firm question signaled the beginning of a relay of apologies and excuses following the relay of praise.
“Your Highness, I did not realize that you were ill that day.”
“Yes. And actually, that day too, I wanted to ask Your Highness for a conversation... but Lady Seymour took the seat beside you first... I am sorry.”
"That's right. I was also hesitating because I wanted to have a conversation."
The excuses went on for quite a while. Olivia, listening to the continuous stream of excuses starting with Countess Lilesien, pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.
“How could you, sitting so far away, have known whether I was sick or not?”
“Your Highness...”
"So please don't worry about me being sick. And if you are concerned about any misunderstandings that arose at that gathering..."
“...”
"I decided not to think of that place as a shine party."
At the stark contrast to the attitude with which she had cut off Mrs. Timberlin and Mrs. Letium's excuses and eventually obtained an apology, Jonan, who was standing beside her, glanced at the Princess and then looked at the ladies.
He could see the faces of the ladies, who had been visibly tense, brighten up like flower petals opening at a single word from Olivia.
Some let out a small sigh as the tension eased, while others bit their lips in deep emotion and even teared up.
"I am simply grateful that you think that way.
Olivia responded to Countess Lilesien's gratitude with a bright smile.
"It is a modest gift I have prepared for Your Highness. Would you please take a look?"
“How can you say it is insignificant? If it is a gift prepared with my thoughts in mind, I am simply grateful for whatever it may be.”
With the help of Mrs. Betty, Olivia opened the gifts they had prepared one by one. And as each gift was opened, she praised it with amazing eloquence.
“I can smell the aroma of the black tea even before it is brewed. His Royal Highness the Prince is very fond of black tea. He always drinks a cup early in the morning, and he has instructed that this tea be served specially tomorrow.”
"Oh my, this teacup looks just like a work of art. I should pour the black tea I received as a gift into this cup and offer it to His Highness."
"The scent of this candle is fresh yet deep, without being overpowering, so I think it will help calm my mind and body. I will keep it in the bedroom and make good use of it."
How happy is the giver when the recipient praises the gift?!
The noble ladies who had rushed over to offer excuses and apologies were soon swayed by Olivia's eloquence and began to enjoy the occasion as if they were attending a real tea party. They didn't even have time to think about whether the woman before them was of commoner origin or not.
The topic, which had led from excuses and apologies to gifts, began to flow in a completely different direction.
“Your Highness, the opera that recently opened is very popular. I am planning to host an opera party next month, so please come.”
“Oh! That’s right, Your Highness! I saw it a few days ago as well, and it was deeply moving and passionate. Madam, please invite me too.”
“Oh my, madam. What were you looking at so intently? I went to see it with you, and you clearly dozed off while watching.”
“Ugh, we agreed to keep that a secret!”
A breeze of laughter swept through Olivia's drawing room at the conversation between the two ladies.
But at that moment.
Knock knock.
An unusually slow knock scattered ashes over the ladies' blossoming laughter.
A moment of silence fell at the knock that felt very arrogant. Just as Olivia, the only one who seemed at ease, turned her head toward the door, it creaked open, and the owner of the arrogant knock appeared.
"Your Highness!"
As Olivia stood up from her seat, smiling, the ladies also rose from their seats in panic and quickly bent over.
Noah quickly scanned the table, then approached Olivia. After intently scrutinizing her expression, he kissed her cheek as if to spite her. Then, he affectionately placed his hand on her forehead.
"What about your body?"
It's so sweet it feels like your teeth are going to rot.
Meanwhile, not only Herod's messengers but also Ansen, who had provoked the lion, was in a very difficult situation.
“Even Pulder Bank said no?!!”
As Ansen suddenly lost his temper, the secretary quickly nodded.
“You clearly said it would work when I checked before?!!”
“Yes, that was certainly the case... I do not know what kind of assurances the Herodian royal court gave, but... they say it is impossible...”
Ansen finally let out a curse and slammed his fist on the desk.
“It is not too late, so why not extend a hand of reconciliation to the royal family of Herod...”
“Shut up!!”
Ansen trembled violently and hurled abusive language at his secretary.
The Herodian royal family, which held sway over the modern history of the Norfolk continent, had a foothold everywhere. It was none other than the Herodian royal family that was related to most of the prominent royal families and maintained cooperative ties with numerous families in Pulder.
Due to a network of relationships that could be called a cartel, Ansen ultimately failed to find someone to cover the investment Noah had canceled.
However, strictly speaking, it was not solely due to interference from the Herodian royal family.
“Ah... CEO, when did you promise the upgrade? Is it still not here?”
“Prince Noah of Herod claims that there was a problem with the Magic Dome installed on the cruise ship; is this completely groundless?”
The even more painful fact was that Wilhelm’s Magic Dome, lacking technological advancements, failed to attract investors.
The investment Noah canceled was related to the Magic Dome upgrade project, which had already failed once.
Ansen stared blankly at the photo with Olivia's picture plastered all over it, then crumpled it up.
“Olivia...!”
Ansen, breathing heavily and panting, opened the drawer and took out a few photos.
It was a photograph that captured Olivia's old house and her appearance during her college days exactly as they were. They were all taken by Adam McDowell, who was stalking her.
Ansen arranged her photos in order and took out the last one.
She and Ansen were sitting across from each other at a cafe, and they were both smiling. Yes, there was definitely a day when they looked at each other and smiled.
“I don’t know how the conservative Herodian people will take this, Olivia.”
What about Noah Astrid?
Even if Wilhelm Corporation is driven into a corner, it can rise again as long as it can secure uniqueness and innovation. Therefore, Ansen absolutely needed the woman in the photograph.
Isn't the reason for doing this crazy thing against the Herodian royal family also because of Olivia!
“Get ready, we have to enter Herod secretly. We’ll enter via land, where immigration checks are relatively lax.”
"All right."
“Send these photos to Herod first.”
Ansen gave orders to his secretary while neatly putting away the photos.
***
“Your Highness, please allow us to meet.”
“Your Highness, me too!”
“Your Highness, I can wait until this evening.”
After the Marchioness of Letium and the Countess of Timberlin left, about a dozen noble ladies approached Olivia with earnest expressions, requesting an audience. At this point, Olivia became truly curious about how her husband had intimidated the ladies (and by his actions, no less).
Eventually, Olivia led them all together into the drawing room, and a scene reminiscent of a small tea party was set up.
Mrs. Betty skillfully broke off branches with a few autumn leaves on them in the blink of an eye and beautifully decorated the table.
Meanwhile, Olivia reflected on the manner of Margot and the Queen, then opened the vast directory of capital nobles that the Countess of Timberlin had given her in her mind. Although about a dozen people had gathered, Olivia quickly figured out who was the more influential one.
“Countess Lilesien, please sit here. Countess Boulter, over here.”
Whether it is a royal event or a small tea party, selecting the right seats is the most important factor when a group of people gathers.
Olivia instantly arranged their seats and guided them, and the ladies, knowing how difficult that was, looked at her with wide eyes.
They had rushed over after hearing the news that Letium and Seymour had been devastated by Prince Noah's revenge. Recalling Prince Noah's cold gaze, they could not even sit still for a moment.
They came hoping to apologize to the Princess and avoid the Prince's revenge, but when they came to their senses, they found themselves attending a splendid and beautiful tea party.
"I couldn't keep anyone waiting any longer, so I decided to meet everyone at once, which ended up turning into an unexpected party. Welcome to the mansion."
The Princess, seated in the place of honor, smiled, pulling up her lips.
She was someone whom they had clearly looked down upon just a few weeks ago for being of commoner origin. Was it because the position had shaped her, or were they simply intimidated? Olivia looked as dignified as a real Princess.
On top of that, look at that massive blue diamond glittering around her neck! Wouldn't that single necklace be worth the price of a decent mansion in the capital?!
Madame Lilesien, the most powerful, quickly replied.
“I sincerely thank you for this warm welcome, Your Highness. The tableware and the colors of the food are truly beautiful.”
As soon as she opened her mouth, the ladies around her scrambled to offer her compliments.
“Yes, and how about this drawing room? I should decorate my drawing room in deep blue and gold, just like Your Highness’s.”
"Right? Oh my goodness, the necklace is also very beautiful! You have excellent taste."
Even though they kept praising her, the Princess wore only a modest smile; she was neither greatly pleased nor feigned humility.
"I am simply glad that you look upon me favorably," she replied politely. Then, she asked Madame Lilesien, who was seated at the place of honor.
“For what reason did you want to meet me?”
The monotonous yet firm question signaled the beginning of a relay of apologies and excuses following the relay of praise.
“Your Highness, I did not realize that you were ill that day.”
“Yes. And actually, that day too, I wanted to ask Your Highness for a conversation... but Lady Seymour took the seat beside you first... I am sorry.”
"That's right. I was also hesitating because I wanted to have a conversation."
The excuses went on for quite a while. Olivia, listening to the continuous stream of excuses starting with Countess Lilesien, pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.
“How could you, sitting so far away, have known whether I was sick or not?”
“Your Highness...”
"So please don't worry about me being sick. And if you are concerned about any misunderstandings that arose at that gathering..."
“...”
"I decided not to think of that place as a shine party."
At the stark contrast to the attitude with which she had cut off Mrs. Timberlin and Mrs. Letium's excuses and eventually obtained an apology, Jonan, who was standing beside her, glanced at the Princess and then looked at the ladies.
He could see the faces of the ladies, who had been visibly tense, brighten up like flower petals opening at a single word from Olivia.
Some let out a small sigh as the tension eased, while others bit their lips in deep emotion and even teared up.
"I am simply grateful that you think that way.
Olivia responded to Countess Lilesien's gratitude with a bright smile.
"It is a modest gift I have prepared for Your Highness. Would you please take a look?"
“How can you say it is insignificant? If it is a gift prepared with my thoughts in mind, I am simply grateful for whatever it may be.”
With the help of Mrs. Betty, Olivia opened the gifts they had prepared one by one. And as each gift was opened, she praised it with amazing eloquence.
“I can smell the aroma of the black tea even before it is brewed. His Royal Highness the Prince is very fond of black tea. He always drinks a cup early in the morning, and he has instructed that this tea be served specially tomorrow.”
"Oh my, this teacup looks just like a work of art. I should pour the black tea I received as a gift into this cup and offer it to His Highness."
"The scent of this candle is fresh yet deep, without being overpowering, so I think it will help calm my mind and body. I will keep it in the bedroom and make good use of it."
How happy is the giver when the recipient praises the gift?!
The noble ladies who had rushed over to offer excuses and apologies were soon swayed by Olivia's eloquence and began to enjoy the occasion as if they were attending a real tea party. They didn't even have time to think about whether the woman before them was of commoner origin or not.
The topic, which had led from excuses and apologies to gifts, began to flow in a completely different direction.
“Your Highness, the opera that recently opened is very popular. I am planning to host an opera party next month, so please come.”
“Oh! That’s right, Your Highness! I saw it a few days ago as well, and it was deeply moving and passionate. Madam, please invite me too.”
“Oh my, madam. What were you looking at so intently? I went to see it with you, and you clearly dozed off while watching.”
“Ugh, we agreed to keep that a secret!”
A breeze of laughter swept through Olivia's drawing room at the conversation between the two ladies.
But at that moment.
Knock knock.
An unusually slow knock scattered ashes over the ladies' blossoming laughter.
A moment of silence fell at the knock that felt very arrogant. Just as Olivia, the only one who seemed at ease, turned her head toward the door, it creaked open, and the owner of the arrogant knock appeared.
"Your Highness!"
As Olivia stood up from her seat, smiling, the ladies also rose from their seats in panic and quickly bent over.
Noah quickly scanned the table, then approached Olivia. After intently scrutinizing her expression, he kissed her cheek as if to spite her. Then, he affectionately placed his hand on her forehead.
"What about your body?"
It's so sweet it feels like your teeth are going to rot.
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