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The green eyes that sparkled under the long eyelashes, as if the sunlight had entered, shone with a golden light.
On a warm spring day, will the dew that the fairies collect from the leaves be like this?
Nicholas, who had thought Bianca's pale green eyes were like a snake until a moment ago, looked at Bianca blankly.
Bianca, who had been looking at the candle, looked at Nicholas. Nicholas's heart pounded as soon as his eyes met Bianca's. Nicholas hit his head on the ground. He felt suffocated for a moment, and it was hard to even make eye contact.
Earlier fears and other unknown pressures weighed heavily on Nicholas's shoulders. What is this? Nicholas took a deep breath as his toes curled and he felt restless.
Contrary to Nicholas's nervousness, Bianca was calm. Twirling the candle from side to side, she asked her quietly.
-Is beautiful. Very nice to see. How many of these can you do?
“I can make any number of candles.
Nicholas stuttered in response.
As he answered, his head went numb. He couldn't understand why Bianca was asking that question. People always hated her when she played with candles. No way, ma'am... Do you accept me carving candles? Do you understand? The choking breath was choked to the bottom of her throat.
Nicholas rolled his large eyes, trying to take in the situation. The small pupils in his large eyes trembled giddily, and the small freckles set on the top of his nose as well. Nicholas instinctively noted that things were not bad for him. Nicholas, who could afford it then, looked carefully at Bianca once more.
At that time, she looked like a witch as she trembled in fear with every move she made, but looking at her now again, she was nice and smelled good. She gave off a soft warmth, like evergreen leaves shimmering in the sun. Nicholas's face flushed.
Bianca, who had no idea of Nicholas's thoughts and had no intention of knowing, smiled happily. Troubled by her own thoughts, she calmly said something that surprised everyone.
"It would be nice to have a candle like this for my room."
-What?
the manager stupidly asked. He looked confused, like he had no idea what Bianca was talking about. Vincent, who quickly grasped the situation, hurriedly added.
"Ma'am, these candles don't burn well as long as they're carved." And unlike the candles used in the lady's room, this type of hardened resin...
“You can have a candle made of wax carved. It's not like I'm going to use it everywhere anyway, it's just for my bedroom.
Blanche shrugged. Vincent's mouth widened as he casually talked about things that others couldn't even think about. A moment ago, he hinted at the meaning of a reprimand for using wax candles, but he didn't even seem to care. She was far from hearing Vincent's words in the first place. The intent to be sarcastic reached her mouth.
“She needs to learn what she has to do as a hostess for the Arno family!”
A moment ago, he thought that he was trying to understand the financial situation of the farm and cut back on consumption, so his heart that had been a little proud vanished like a lie. She still couldn't figure out what his intentions were, but it would have been better for him to stay in the castle quietly. As if to ridicule Vincent's thoughts, Bianca tilted her head sullenly.
"If the Earl didn't say a word to me, doesn't that mean I can use the candles as I wish?"
-Nevertheless….
Bianca looked at Vincent with her head tilted at an angle, looking very natural. As if she didn't understand. But Vincent couldn't believe that Bianca had said something without thinking.
Clearly, there is a hidden intent to ridicule him. Vincent's stomach simmered at the sight of that natural figure that seemed to know nothing. Of course, even that wasn't for Bianca to know.
"Is the situation on the farm so bad that I can't even use that much?" If the butler says so, I'll understand.
-… It is not like this.
He's upset, but what can he do? He is the butler, and she is the wife of his master. A servant cannot refuse the orders of his master. In fact, Vincent had no reason to reject Bianca's words, as the Earl had tried to hear most of what Bianca wanted. Vincent wagged his tail meekly and backed away.
-That's what I was thinking. I hope to see this candle in my room soon.
“…I'll try my best.
The winner and loser of the argument was soon decided. The abacus bounced off Vincent's head as he gritted his teeth. Still, if he limits the size of Bianca's room, he won't cost her much money. The only luxury he bought this winter was a fox fur. Compared to last year, it was a remarkably thrifty attitude.
Of course, Vincent didn't expect Bianca to save any money. He doesn't know how to save money, but he throws away money that she can spend sparingly. He never leaves a single penny. Vincent's lips twitched.
The victor, Bianca, ordered firmly, as if she had lost interest in the candle factory.
“So, I've already looked around the whole place. Take me somewhere else.
Vincent nodded and moved, Bianca following him. Yvonne and Gaspard, who had been watching the situation closely from her, looked at her silently.
As they moved, the people who had gathered in the unwelcome commotion of the candle factory fled to their places. Because they didn't know what kind of accusation they would receive after being harassed by the eyes of the strict butler and the fierce lady.
As Bianca and Vincent walked away, they began to whisper that Bianca had turned to luxury again.
“Why do you want to waste that precious thing on purpose?
-I dont know. Maybe he doesn't want to use candles similar to commoners? Nobles like other things.
"Don't you like the shape of the wax?" So, the bread that the nobles eat is different from the bread that we eat?
“Anyway, I can't understand what the nobles think.
"It must be great for nobles to spend so much money!" We would die if we were to waste such a precious candle like this.
"The Count doesn't know that the lady is doing that?"
The voices of the people rang in Nicholas's ears. His voices soon became Nicholas's. Even though it was sculpted by himself. It's something I've been doing with his own convictions, holding on to it without succumbing to opposition, but being welcomed like this, his thoughts were shaken.
Why?
Doubt, curiosity, and anticipation simmered in a corner of Nicholas's heart. Nicholas ran after Bianca, who was inadvertently walking away. The people around her gasped at Nicholas's sudden action.
As her slender fingers curled around the hem of Bianca's robe, someone interrupted Nicholas. It was Gaspard, Zachary's commander who was Bianca's escort. Gaspard's hands blocked the way and Nicholas could no longer reach Bianca. But Nicholas didn't care. In his gaze, there was only Bianca. He could even feel the paranoid obsession of a madman.
They all looked at Nicholas like he was crazy. It was a serious crime to block the footsteps of nobles or recklessly pursue them.
It was natural to rejoice, that the person who had been rejected by everyone, was recognized, but Nicholas forgot his place. Young Nicholas was so happy that the faces of those around him who thought he was going crazy without knowing where he was distorted.
Nicholas's appearance as he rolled on the ground with his arm bones shattered would be a sight to behold. Some even drew a mourning sign for the boy who would soon be brutally murdered.
Bianca looked back slowly. Her actions were always elegant and relaxed. The sun shone behind her like a halo. Nicholas frowned and narrowed his eyes, asking the question that kept floating in her mouth.
"Why did you say you would use my candle?" As Uncle Jean said, my candle doesn't burn long and melts easily, so it's useless as a decoration. The splendor to decorate the room belongs to the candlestick, and the purpose of the candle is to illuminate the room.
“That's a stupid question.
Bianca frowned in annoyance. She was annoyed that her footsteps stopped on the way, and when she stopped, what she heard were ridiculous words. Bianca looked at Nicholas, who was clinging desperately to her, with a cold gaze.
"It doesn't matter what you eat as long as it fills your stomach." But don't you feel better when you eat something delicious? Also, it is better if the delicious food is beautifully decorated. Writing nice things makes you feel good. Even if you have no reason to be beautiful because you will soon lose your appearance. I tend to get angry easily, so it's worth the price if these little things make me feel good. Isn't that right, butler?
-… of course.
Vincent groaned disapprovingly and clucked his tongue, but nodded meekly. It was no lie that he felt better when he saw something luxurious, and his love, Zachary, would have spent any amount of money on something that made Bianca feel good.
Vincent thought it would be very inefficient, but if "real" pedigree aristocrats had the same thing, that was what he had to match. Though Vincent was competent, he had only worked as a butler, while Bianca was a noble lady born into a prestigious family. He also admitted that luxury and face were linked to some degree, and he didn't want Zachary to lose face like that when he was more successful in the future.
Bianca shrugged at Vincent's statement. What everyone thought was important was infinitely light to her, and what everyone thought was no big deal was infinitely heavy to her. She was light as a breeze, but without losing her elegance, there was something inherently different about her attitude. Maybe that's what you call grace. Though her boudoir was luxurious, Vincent couldn't even argue with the nobility of the attitude that was ingrained in her body since her birth. Even if it's just an excuse.
“The candle you carved is beautiful. I feel better when I see her. For me, that's what matters.
Bianca answered casually, narrowing her eyes at Nicholas as if that was all. Her gaze did not rest on Nicholas for long. To her, Nicholas was just a blade of grass in a flower garden. Bianca immediately moved with her slender white fingers lifting the hem of her skirt. When Bianca moved, all of her servants ran after her.
It was a cold and sober attitude, but Nicholas's heart beat more excited than ever. Bianca's words rang in her ears over and over, using her voice.
It had been a while since Bianca left, but Nicholas froze, looking only at the traces of her footprints.
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