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Zachary muttered to himself, ignoring the feelings of such subordinates.
"He said thank you very much."
Zachary's gaze averted. His black eyes were softened like mulberries soaked in water. He quietly repeated what he had said over and over, as if he was thinking about the events of yesterday, and then even laughed.
The vassals, watching Zachary laugh out loud, thought they were delusional. Or was he possessed by a demon?
Zachary's behavior was so strange. The vassals could not easily hide their embarrassment from him and simply kept their mouths open.
It was Robert who had the courage to speak first. With a still confused look he asked him, unable to wipe the suspicion from his eyes.
"Count... Excuse me, but did you really answer that way?"
"Does it look like I'm lying?"
-I am sorry. I was presumptuous.
Robert quickly bowed to Zakari's seemingly awkward response. Seeing Zachary like this, he seemed to be real.
After all, his teacher isn't even the kind of person to joke around with lies. So it means that the lady really agreed to go to the capital….
Zachary, who had clearly read his subordinates' sentiments, clicked his tongue in disgust. It is so amazing? Zachary confirmed firmly, leaving no more room for discussion.
"That's all you need to know." Next spring, she will travel with me to the capital.
Zachary's words were firm. Realizing that the result could not be reversed, the subordinates nodded forcefully. It is said that you can catch a skylark even if the sky is falling, but that was the story when the skylark was visible. How did this happen? They sighed deeply at the desperate reality.
Only Vincent, who is not going to the capital to stay to protect Arno's castle, smiled and added: "Then I will stay alone in the castle."
Robert and Sauveur looked at Vincent with injustice, but Vincent did not erase his smile and fanned the fire, saying: "Have a good trip".
The smile was so natural that the two knights had no choice but to turn around without saying a word.
* * *
Although he laughed in front of Robert and Sauveur, a ray of doubt continued to arise inside Vincent's head. It was because there were more than one or two things that intrigued him.
The strange behavior that has been seen since Zachary's return. Obviously, before that, she was the same as always….
The same goes for the maid named Yvonne. Yvonne seems to have drawn Bianca's attention over the Ante thing, but she has never had anyone by her side no matter what, did she make Yvonne a dedicated maiden just because of that? And just as soon as Zachary got back.
There was no doubt at first sight. As much as he thought about it, it seemed to be to show it to the Earl. Vincent clicked his tongue. However, even an experienced Vincent couldn't easily guess what it meant to show that he had a maiden by his side.
"Anyway, there's something he's up to."
Vincent narrowed his eyes. His thin lips twitched and the mustache under his nose twitched.
There was something suspicious, but the Count did not seem suspicious of his behavior. Far from being startled by his sudden action, he simply nodded his head with a serious expression that he couldn't understand. Such an act by the Earl put an additional burden on Vincent's heart.
They had been the same for the past ten years, but suddenly one day, they turned their palms face down at the same time*. As a vassal, his head was dizzy and his stomach frustrated.
He didn't know why the lady had changed, but it was clear that the Count had been deceived by her. She doesn't know what nonsense she fooled the Count with, but that doesn't mean she can fool Vincent. Vincent thought that and stood in front of Bianca.
Suddenly got a call this morning. The reason Bianca usually calls him is to buy something fancy, to which Vincent clicked his tongue.
"To the Arno family or whatever."
That was also a lie. At first glance, it may seem that it has changed, but its essence remains the same…, Vincent said without hesitation. However, as if he was laughing at Vincent's thoughts, the words he received from Bianca were something Vincent had never thought of.
Vincent doubted his ears at Bianca's words. He thought that he was still fine, but it seems that he can't ignore his age. Vincent involuntarily asked.
-… what?
"I said that now that I'm older, I think I need to learn one by one what I have to do as the hostess of the Arno family."
—…….
Bianca calmly repeated the same words.
It's the second time he hears it, but he's still confused. Did Vincent hear correctly, or maybe he heard wrong? He looked at Bianca with a look of disbelief as she thought this and that.
Bianca's expression, sitting on a padded chair, as she looked at Vincent seemed very natural.
Not understanding Vincent's bewilderment, he tilted his head with a sullen look.
It was something she should have welcomed with open arms, but she couldn't easily say she would because she couldn't trust Bianca at all.
Vincent was overwhelmed by the urge to hear the truth even if he had to shake Bianca's slender shoulders. He was blasphemous, but still, he wanted to know what the hell was going on in that tiny little head.
But what could he do? Vincent didn't have the position to do it. He watched Bianca for a long time, as if to gauge Bianca's sincerity, and finally clicked his tongue at her.
She pondered for a moment, then chose each of the duties Bianca had neglected thus far.
“…He doesn't know anything about hiring workers, agriculture or market prices…. I think it would be better to start with the management of workers. I will provide you with the documents that I have written about the budget of the territory, including the salaries of the employees. After looking at the documents and understanding the atmosphere of the site, you can take the real power. After all, the castle will be empty next year. You can take over serious work after returning from the capital.
“I believe in you, as does my husband. Then I'll leave all that to you, please.
Bianca meekly nodded. Her obedient attitude wasn't fussy, but on the contrary, she made him even more anxious.
Rather, it was easier for him to respond when he was dissatisfied with Vincent's work. Vincent asked with a puzzled face as if he was possessed by a ghost.
"So, would you like to check out the castle right now?"
-Yes. I'll put my clothes in order, so give me a moment. Yvonne.
-Yes ma'am. I will prepare it immediately.
Yvonne, who was in the corner of the room, ran towards her as soon as she heard Bianca's call. As she prepared her clothes, including her coat, she looked at Vincent who was still there. Vincent was always cold and resolute, so the servants revered him as an object of fear, but today Yvonne bowed her head at his unusually absent-minded appearance.
Speaking carefully, he said.
“Excuse me, butler. The lady needs to change...
-I am sorry. I was distracted for a moment. Then I'll wait outside.
Vincent came to his senses only then, and hurriedly left the room late. No matter how confused he is, he can't be that distracted! He didn't look like a butler in charge of Arno's castle at all. Vincent sighed softly, berating himself.
I still couldn't believe it. "That" lady wants to learn how to work as a hostess!
In front of Bianca's door, Gaspard waited silently as a pillar. Vincent looked at Gaspard.
Come to think of it, after being selected as an escort, Gaspard was always by Bianca's side. Maybe Gaspard knows something. Vincent asked mischievously.
"Sir Gaspard, has there been anything that might have changed your mind recently?"
-There was nothing.
Gaspard's response was as hard as stone. Vincent had asked the question without much expectation, but Gaspard's answer was so determined that he dashed even the slightest hope.
That's how it is. There is no way I can get a meaningful answer from Sir Gaspard. Vincent sighed once more.
His sigh was deeper than before.
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