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Chapter 41 < — Damian — > (12)
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He’d ultimately asked Damian to follow him but quite frankly, he had no idea what he to do with the child.
Roughly looking over the boy, he could say the boy had grown up well but properly examining the child felt awkward.
“Do you read a lot of books?”
“Yes, I like it so I read a lot.”
Hugo took Damian to his study. Before this, she’d been the only one allowed access to his study.
As soon as Damian entered the study, his eyes widened, his mouth fell open and his head swiftly turned left and right.
The huge library in his academy had a lot of books but it wasn’t stylish. Owned by an individual, the magnificent scale and superb atmosphere lit up a soft light in the eyes of the fascinated boy.
“Is that place part of the study too?”
Damian asked, looking at the firmly closed door at the right of the study.
Hugo’s eyes sank. The place where he was able to enter after succession. The place where only the head of the Taran Family could enter. It was a secret room that contained all the truths about the Taran family.
“Don’t concern yourself with that one. It’s full of garbage.”
Hugo had no plans of passing down that room to Damian. He would burn and erase all traces of it sometime before Damian takes over as the master of Taran.
This was what he’d made up his mind to do for a long time. The secrets of Taran would end with him alone.
“You can look around as you please. If you want to read a book, you can come in and read at any time.”
“Yes! Thank you.”
The boy had been jittery for a while because he wanted to look around so as soon as permission was given, he quickly bolted away and began to look all over the place.
There was warmth in Hugo’s eyes as he watched the boy frantically move from place to place, scouring the study.
Sometime later, Hugo left the study, leaving the boy alone as the boy had taken out a book from the shelves and was completely engrossed in reading.
When he was about to enter his office, the name ‘Lucia’ once again crossed his mind. He knit his brows and stood holding the door handle. After a while, he went inside.
***
From morning, there was a line of carriages heading towards Roam to attend the garden party hosted by the Duchess.
Because the Duchess always held small tea parties and never a ball, this garden party reached many generations.
The age group were diverse, ranging from elderly women to unmarried girls, the attendees were also diverse, composed of well-known people in the northern high society, those who were not well-known, families of vassals and those who were not families of vassals.
Everyone invited today had at least been invited once to one of the Duchess’ previous tea parties.
The tea parties of the Duchess were not repetitive exchanges with a small group of people but were distinctively broad meetings with various groups of people.
The evaluation of the Duchess in the high society varied from person to person.
Those who dreamt of a grand and luxurious ball expressed their regrets while influential figures in the established high society favored the non-aggressive manner of the Duchess.
“Thank you for the invitation.”
“Welcome. I’m glad you could come.”
Lucia welcomed the ladies as they arrived one at a time, greeting them with a light embrace.
It was hectic constantly meeting the eyes of people and smiling at them as they entered but once there was a little gap, she called for her maid.
“Damian is running late. Go check if he’s still far away and report to me.”
“Yes, Milady.”
There were dozens of round tables arranged in the extensive space of the garden. They were covered with white lace tablecloths and each table was decorated with a vase.
There were no designated seats, allowing people to sit freely. The attendees understood this and they made groups of twos and threes, taking up tables one at a time.
In the blink of an eyes, the garden was filled with the talk and laughter of women. It was a really good weather to schedule an outside program.
The sunlight was moderate and there was next to no wind. Even though they had already entered the cold season, it was quite cozy today.
The elevated atmosphere filled the face of the ladies with laughter.
“Lady Milton. Welcome, come on in.”
“Thank you for the invitation, the weather is very good today and I know the party will be lovely.”
After confirming that Kate came alone, Lucia expressed her regret.
“Madam Michelle did not come with you.”
“Yes, she wanted to come but her health isn’t very good these days.”
Countess Corzan was weakening in energy day by day due to old age and as Countess Corzan was like a teacher to her, Lucia’s heart felt uncomfortable.
“I have to go see her sometime.”
“Great-aunt will be very pleased if you do.”
A maid quickly went up to Lucia and informed her.
“Young Master is waiting in the first floor hall.”
Kate looked on worriedly as Lucia asked to be excused and went inside. She knew ahead of time about Lucia’s plan to introduce Damian at the garden party.
Kate had cautiously expressed her concerns but Lucia’s thoughts on it were firm and she couldn’t change her mind.
‘I don’t know if this will turn out okay.’
The problem of illegitimate children gaining peerage was more determined by the attitude of women than the attitude of men. No one wanted to be in a situation where an outsider comes in out of the blue, kicks away their good fortune and overtakes the child of the legal wife.
‘Lucia was born a princess and then became a Duchess. She doesn’t seem to know of the noble wives’ mentality to an abnormal degree. Although, rather than not knowing their mentality, should I say she’s detached from their desires?’
Kate had interacted with a wide range of people. If they were of like-mind, they didn’t discriminate between people, regardless of their status.
So, naturally there was a lot to compare between how a person with a high status and a person with a low status differ in basic attitude.
The typical daughters that were born noble ladies, had never experienced a rough day, married that way, lived as noble ladies, and had a very narrow view.
It wasn’t that they had malice but from the outset they didn’t know anything else. They were arrogant, fussy, immensely prideful and selfish. Apart from a difference in degree, they were pretty much the same way.
It wasn’t like Lucia did not know the attributes of such ladies. Sometimes during conversation, she was surprisingly sharp. However, understanding with one’s head differed from accepting it with one’s heart. To Kate, Lucia was intriguing.
It was her first time seeing someone like Lucia in such a position. Lucia wouldn’t reveal herself of her own accord nor would she stand on top of anyone. She wasn’t pretending to be humble, it was her nature.
There were no pretenses, no fabrications, even when saying something, she took the recipient of her words into consideration. So, Kate felt most comfortable when she was around her.
Kate’s expression grew dark when she saw an elderly noble woman with her head stiffly raised high amongst the cluster of guests.
The Countess of Wales was a well-known figure in the northern high society. Even though her (Kate’s) great aunt was respected by a lot of people, her great aunt’s actual influence was not that significant.
This was because her great aunt did not like this woman. The Countess of Wales and her great aunt were extreme polar opposites on everything. In fact, the relationship between the two was not good at all.
The Wales family was considered one of the most prestigious and wealthy families in the North. The Countess of Wales wielded her influence to her heart’s content and enjoyed people flocking towards her.
‘Great-aunt said her activities have come to a lull and these days, she flaps her wings around more.’
As the Countess of Wales did not enjoy horse riding, she was never found in the horse-riding field. However, according to the rumors spreading around, when she heard that Lucia had brought Damian to the horse-riding field and introduce him to people, she’d remarked,
[She’s young. She should have someone close to her, giving her wise advice.]
‘I hope she doesn’t stir up pointless drama today but…’
Kate knew inwardly just how smart and firm the seemingly docile Lucia was. Hence, although she was worried, she wasn’t anxious.
< — Damian — > (12)
TN: ~(⁰▿⁰)~
Lucia entered the central tower and found Damian lingering around the same spot then she approached him.
“You look splendid, Damian.”
Damian was dressed in a small sized adult-like tailcoat size and looked like the perfect little gentleman. Lucia wished father and son would wear tailcoats, standing side by side as she held them in each arms and entered the party venue.
The ladies wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off them. Just imagining it made her smile happily.
“It’s a bit…stifling.” (Damian)
“You’ll get used to it soon. The guests have arrived, let’s go.”
Damian stood still and did not move as though he’d been nailed to the ground.
“Lucia, no matter how I think about this, I…”
“Damian, from now on, you’ll have to stand in front of a lot of people. Today is just the beginning. There is no need to feel pressured, if anyone misbehaves around you, just tell me. I’ll teach them a lesson.”
Damian stared blankly in response and Lucia put her hand on her waist.
“You don’t believe me? All right. I’ll tell your father instead. He’s a scary person so he’ll teach them a good lesson.”
A little smile floated onto the boy’s lips.
“Let’s go.”
Lucia reached out, grabbing Damian’s hand and pulling at it. Damian flinched at the sudden contact. He gazed at the hand holding his and obediently followed, walking along. It was a soft and warm hand.
His gaze slowly moved from her hands to arms to her back. There was no light coming off of her but his eyes felt dazzled. He was dazed by her brightness and couldn’t move his eyes away.
When the hostess of the party, the Duchess appeared, the noise gradually subsided and the venue became quiet.
Lucia glanced through the ladies of various ages sitting in gorgeous and colorful attires and announced the start of the party with a greeting.
“I would like to extend my thanks to all of you who were willing to attend today. It is my first time having so many people in one place so there might be some immaturity but I hope we all have a good time.”
Amongst the ladies attending today, the ones that were older and more influential than Lucia bowed their head slightly.
“And, there is someone I would like to introduce to you all today. Damian, come on out.”
Damian who was hidden from people’s sight, walked up and stood beside Lucia at her call.
“You are all well aware of him. In the future, the Young Lord will be the master of Taran after the Duke. He’s still young but I wanted him to give his greetings so I called for him.”
Most of them could not hide their confusion at the boy’s appearance. After a moment of silence, the crowd stirred. The confused ones were mainly the singles or young wives while the expressions of the older wives stiffened.
In the midst of this, one person placed down their teacup heavily, making a loud noise. It was the Countess of Wales.
Her expression was cold and she lowered her hand to her knees, her mouth tightly shut. People’s gazes traveled over to the Countess.
The Countess’ expression did not reveal any displeasure. She just remained silent and expressionless. As the Countess’ silence grew longer and longer, the expression of people around gradually stiffened.
***
Around the time when the garden party started, Hugo was working on documents in his office. When Jerome came in with tea at his usual time, Hugo questioned him.
“Is the party going well?”
“Yes, I heard almost all the guests have arrived.”
“Anyone that was invited and didn’t show?”
The act of receiving an invitation and being absent without previous communication was an insult to the organizer. Unless one was without fear, they wouldn’t do such a thing but because she’d said she would introduce Damian, Hugo was somewhat concerned.
“Apart from two people who informed me of their absence due to health issues and two others who sent word that they would be arriving slightly late, they are all in attendance.”
Hugo nodded and shifted his eyes back to the paperwork on his desk.
Suddenly, the name ‘Lucia’ popped up in his head again. He would forget the name for a moment then it would pop up in his head again, the name just kept hovering around his head.
He was curious but he didn’t want to ask her, it would be too embarrassing to ask her directly. After all, it had come to mind that perhaps it was just a nickname that the both of them shared between themselves.
Last night, he couldn’t have his wife. Because of the garden party, she had to get up early and had him promise not to touch her at all so he really only hugged her and slept.
She slept sweetly, not caring about him who was too flared up to sleep. Without any power or energy, what bait could he throw to catch her?
“By any chance, have you heard of the name, ‘Lucia’?”
Hugo was spewing these words bitterly, like a complaint, but when Jerome replied with ‘Yes’, Hugo quickly lifted his head.
“You’ve heard of it? Who is it?”
Jerome tensed up in the face of his master’s unusual reaction. While thinking that there was no way his master didn’t know, he had answered indifferently but his master didn’t seem to know.
‘Oh dear. Milady, why is Master not aware of this?’
Jerome expressed his frustration to the madam inwardly.
“…That…I heard it was Milady’s childhood name.”
His master gave no response to that.
Jerome broke out in cold sweat. His master really did not know. He began to get worried as to whether the two of them would have another serious fight like last time.
“Did my wife tell you directly?”
“No, I chanced upon Lady Milton calling Milady by that name so I asked Milady about it.”
“Okay. You may go.”
After Jerome left, the office was quiet and Hugo sat staring at a paper but none of the words on it were entering his brain.
The daughter of Baron Milton knew, Damian knew, even Jerome knew but only he didn’t know.
Hugo was yet again shocked. Her heart was still firmly shut and under lock and key. Perhaps it will keep being so in the future.
[I will never love you]
[There’s nothing after it ends.]
He put the pen and paper in his hands down, clasped his head with his hands and let his head drop onto the desk. His chest felt stifled, like there was a huge rock pressing down on it.
It felt like wandering in a desert and the end could not be seen. He found something he wanted for the first time since his brother’s death but it was something he could never get.
Perhaps it was comparable to the desperation of a man dying from hunger as he looked at a fruit that was simply out of reach. Even though he took deep breaths, his clogged up chest did not ease up.
After the death of his brother, his world slowly became colorless. It was boring and meaningless. However, he didn’t know when it began but recently, he hadn’t thought of the world as tiresome.
At some point, his world was full of color and his seemingly stopped heart began beating again. If he were to lose her, his world would die again. As long as she was his wife, she could not leave him.
However, marriage could not bind the heart. No contract in the world could do that. If her heart had not yet been given to another, he could bear it.
However, what if she gave it to someone else? What if she gave her body to him while sharing her heart with another?
He closed his eyes as he hazily sank into the darkness within his mind. The sound of knocking on his door pulled him back into reality.
The one he didn’t want to answer the most, Ashin, hurriedly entered his office.
“Your Grace, urgent report on the outbreak of an epidemic.”
He sighed. How exhausting. He wasn’t even allowed time to get sentimental. The northern land was a very large land so incidents happened without rest.
Just like riding on an old ship with water leakage, when one blocks one of the holes, the water comes in from somewhere else. He barely managed to get his heart that wanted to throw it all way under control and summoned some enthusiasm.
“What epidemic in this weather?”
“Reportedly, dozens of people in the fief complained of the same symptoms and the disease occurred in batches. Since it’s a place that’s only three to four hours away on horse, I didn’t continue monitoring the situation and contacted you.”
Hugo stood up immediately. If it was really epidemic, the consequence of it spreading to Roam would be the worst of worsts.
“I will head out immediately. Have the knights on standby and get physicians that can ride.”
“Understood. Since Sir Philip is opportunely staying in Roam at the moment, shall I request for Sir Philip to get ready?”
Hugo frowned.
“Except that old g… except Philip. Find another doctor.”
Ashin acquiesced and withdrew.
Hugo roughly arranged the documents on his desk and after a while, he left his office. After being informed of this news, Jerome quickly brought his master’s white unnamed horse outside and waited for him.
Hugo urgently ordered one of his hurrying knights to find and bring a doctor along, then he departed first with the rest of his knights.
Translator’s Corner:
*Thank you guys for commenting!! I look forward to the comments everytime I upload cuz y’all are hilarious and it keeps me going XD.
* I wonder what the old windbag will do next *chokes on laughter*
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Chapter 42 < — Damian — > (13)
TN: Couldn’t find an emoji that suited my mood translating this (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
It was a place that held more than a 100 people but it was quiet to the point that even the sound of breathing could not be heard. No one opened their mouth, laughed or touched their cups.
Covered with bright makeup and colorful dresses, these women eerily spotted the same wooden expressions. This began with the Countess of Wales.
“What seems to be the problem, Countess Wales?”
“I understood today’s party to be one for women. This purpose doesn’t seem to fit that.”
“It is just a child. Although a male child, one cannot say there has been no such precedence. Especially in the capital.”
Lucia replied with special emphasis on the last word. The northern high society could not compare to the capital’s high society whether it was in scale or people.
Even if one brags about being famous in the northern high society, one is simply big fish in a little pond. Lucia choose words that would hurt the Countess’ pride to give her a strong warning. How about withdrawing at this point?
“If you put it that way, then I have nothing else to say.”
The Countess of Wales answered, deliberately displaying a sullen expression. The sly Countess found the Duchess’ provocation about the capital ridiculous.
‘Just as I thought, the Duchess has been hiding her true colors.’
The gentle and docile appearance she showed at tea parties was also a lie. The Countess thought the Duchess acting as though she wasn’t interested in the northern high society was a lie.
To say she had no desire to use her status as the Duchess to control the high society? That was no way she didn’t have such desires. Sure enough, she was obviously in the process of passively exploring for now.
‘Duchess, if you think you can seize the north high society with just your status as a Duchess, you’re heavily mistaken.’
If there was world where status and rank did not have absolute reign, it was the high society. Just like the Queen could not dominate the capital’s high society with just her status, the northern high society also couldn’t be dominated with just status.
‘Becoming a Duchess after being a princess merely appears good.’
If the Duchess thought about it a little more, she would know that much. The Countess held a lot of interest in the capital’s high society so she was well-informed on the rumors in the capital and she knew what rumors were currently spreading in the capital about the Duchess.
Not all rumors were true but the Countess knew many things that the northern people did not know. For instance, she knew that the Duchess did not have a single relative and was merely one of many princesses in the castle.
There was also many suspicious points about her marriage to the Duke. According to a credible rumor source, the King and the Duke had some sort of contract.
When the Countess heard the rumor depicting the Duchess as a celestial beauty, she laughed her head off. She also deemed the rumor that the ducal couple led a happily married life to be a groundless rumor.
The Countess knew of the Taran Duke’s female exploits very well. The Duke was never a man to settle for one woman.
‘Duchess, if you want to hold on to that seat for long time, you have to place helpful people by your side. Not that old thing on her last legs.’
The fact that the Countess of Corzan was the first person to meet the Duchess and was requested to teach the Duchess about the high society, was pretty much the topic of discussion in the high society. Due to this, the Countess of Wales was dissatisfied.
Her influence was far superior to the Countess of Corzan yet people looked up to the Countess of Corzan and called her Godmother.
‘Nothing but an old thing in a back room teaching bridal lessons at best.’
Acting aloof and admonishing while using the reason that she was much older, the very sight of Countess Corzan sickened the Countess of Wales. Not being able to see the Countess of Corzan these days made her feel completely refreshed.
So in today’s garden party, the Countess of Wales intended to highlight her existence to the Duchess, no matter the means and just in the nick of time, the Duchess gave her a very good means.
The moment the young lord appeared, the countess made all her calculations in an instant then she began a silent protest. Her justification being the party’s purpose.
Damian had been announced as the successor to the Duke and it wasn’t something one could not formally question it. Hence, there was no one that did not know that the Countess’ justification was simply just that, a justification.
Beginning with the Countess, the elderly women acted together, the young ladies chatted cluelessly at first but as time passed, they became conscious of their surroundings and followed passively.
It had almost been an hour and a half since the party was declared as started but people sat like dolls without any expression.
Not everyone was in sync. In this situation, Kate appeared very casual, deliberately making loud noises, drinking tea and eating sweets. However, she lacked the ability to overturn the situation alone.
The Countess of Wales was too strong an opponent for Kate. Kate had her great-aunt behind her so she could openly oppose it but the other young ladies could not.
Party-breaking.
It was an event of power struggle between the organizer and the attendees. (1). Or in the case where an organizer commits a mistake that should be socially or ethically criticized, the high society punishes them in the manner of party-breaking.
The method was simple. The attendees would just remain silent.
If the party-break wasn’t for the purpose of punishment but for a problem that occurred during the party, until the problem was resolved, the attendees would keep their mouth shut, as if declaring their absence.
When a person began to lead a party-break, unless someone else with similar influence to the leader opposes them, it was the rule that other people would turn a blind eye and follow along.
‘If great-aunt was here, it wouldn’t have become like this.’
Kate was overwhelmed with regret. Party-breaking was a war for women. There were no deaths or loud cries like in a man’s war but at times it was more cruel and bloody.
Also unlike a man’s war, in the high society’s struggle for power, status and rank were not absolute. If one approaches a situation by throwing down one’s status, gradually one would be treated as an outcast in the high society.
Lucia looked over the crowd with a frosty expression. The maids were pale with fright and had crowded themselves in a corner. Contrarily, Damian’s expression was the very placid.
Lucia had once witnessed the sight of a party-break occurring in her dream. A party-break was impossible in a very small tea party or in a grand ball where many people, both male and female, were in attendance. It was only plausible in a moderate meeting were only women were in attendance.
The party-break she witnessed happened just like today. From her experience in her dream, there had never been a party-break for rational or reasonable purposes.
A high society faction dispute, a confrontation between women’s cliques, a revenge led by the wife to punish the adulterous organizer. These were the reasons for most of them.
Lucia knew the way to conclude a party-break. If the organizer and the attendees appeared to have a plausible reconciliation, the party could finish up safely.
Usually, it was the organizer that took a step back. This was because if one’s party fails in the middle, it was a huge disgrace.
The way to resolve this situation was clear. Damian had to be sent out of the party.
Translator’s Corner:
(1). I originally wanted to translate this as: ‘It was a dick measuring contest between the organizer and the attendees’ but I refrained. Hah.
(2). ┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)
< — Damian — > (13)
TN: Σ(゜ロ゜;)
The way to resolve this situation was clear. Damian had to be sent out of the party.
However, Lucia had no thoughts of doing so. The Countess of Wales had the wrong idea from the beginning. Lucia held no attachment to the high society. She already had her fill of acting graceful and conversational at social activities in her dream.
Lucia turned to face the crowd and declared in a cool voice.
“Everyone, I’m afraid we cannot have an enjoyable time today. This event is now dismissed.”
The ladies stirred.
“I won’t see you off, you don’t deserve it.”
Then she gave an order to the maids.
“Please show the guests out.”
The maids in the corner straightened up and answered resolutely. The confidence of their madam became the saving grace to the pride of the employees. When the maids began to move around in a bustling manner, the masks of the women broke and they started exchanging glances.
“Today, you have all deceived me, the Duchess and Lady of Taran. You will soon realize that this was not a wise move.”
Lucia’s cold threat did not conform to the rules of the high society. The expression of the older women in particular sank inwardly. However, no one revealed their discomfort.
Even if the Duchess had no influence over the high society, if one were to commit an act that disregarded her rank openly, one had to be fearful of the later consequences.
“Someday, your son or grandson will have my son as their master. I can see the saying of ‘parents ruining the futures of their child’ refers to a case like this.”
Lucia thundered icily then turned around and headed straight for the central tower, abandoning the crowd. After the Duchess disappeared, the buzzing of the ladies grew louder.
“Ah? What in the world is this?”
“Tell me about it, I didn’t think about the aftermath and just committed.”
“The Duchess is not the usual type to get angry. It’s scary when a normally gentle person gets angry. What should we do?”
The criticism was concentrated on 10 elderly women including the Countess of Wales who led the party-break. Ignoring their faults in following along, they shifted the blame to another, despite this pathetic behavior, they didn’t dare to voice their criticism to the Countess of Wales.
“Keu-heum.” (TN: Clearing of throat)
As the recipients of those uncomfortable gazes, the leaders were the first to leave with sour expressions.
The Countess of Wales’ expression stiffened.
‘It shouldn’t have turned out this way, why…’
This was because the Countess had purposefully tried to calculate the probable outcomes of the party-break. Even if one is seasoned and experienced in socializing, when actually faced with a party-break, one would fall into confusion.
The Countess saw that the newly married young Duchess had little experience in the high societal socializing and thought that she would be unlikely to know what a party-break was.
The Countess thought that the Duchess would be flustered and would surely send the young lord out to fix the situation. After all, the young lord was not the Duchess’ biological son.
When the Countess heard one day that the Duchess was carrying the Duke’s extramarital child and going around, she thought it to be impressive.
To her, the ducal couple was a couple in appearances only.
There was no doubt that the Duchess thought of securing her place as the Duchess using the young lord, hence Duchess’ comely actions to the young lord were not sincere.
After all, which sane women would do something to block the future of their unborn child?
She was deliberately trying to figure out what the Duchess’ hidden intentions were, so using the fact that she was young and inexperienced, she spoke cynically. It made people think that the Duchess was unhappy with the act of bringing the illegitimate child of the Duke around with her.
It was amateurish to think that a relationship between one person and another could only be achieved through meeting face to face and having intimate conversations. A true pro is one that know the heart of another without meeting face to face.
When party break happens, the Duchess would be unable to win and would have taken a step back first. Initially, her pride would be hurt and she would fume with anger however as time goes by, she would realize that the incident was not too bad.
In the view of others, the Duchess had done her best. She was humiliated in trying to defend an extramarital child, so no matter how one looked at it, she was be a generous mother with ample tolerance.
When the Duchess’ mind calmed down, the Countess would then lessen herself and secretly swoop in. After which the hurt pride of the Duchess would be restored and they would be able to cultivate a close relationship. This was all the Countess of Wales had calculated inwardly.
However, the Countess’ biggest mistake was not properly understanding what kind of person Lucia was. No matter how often the two of them met, the Countess and Lucia could not fully understand each other. The thoughts and beliefs of the two were inextricably parallel.
The tycoon of the northern high society who seemed to have shot herself in the foot by taking it a few moves too far was now putting her brain to work.
(TN: Random gossip)
“What should I do? If my husband finds out about this, he’ll give me a hard time.”
“Look at the place to lie before stretching your legs. You know very well what kind of person the Duke of Taran is, so why did you do it?”
“It’s a social thing for women. It’s not the case for a man to meddle.”
“Does everything always follow the same principle? Rumor has it the ducal couple’s conjugal relationship is pretty good. If a woman whispers coquettishly, can any man can resist?”
“Ah, I don’t know. I’ll have refuse any outings and stay quiet for a while.”
“Why ever did Countess Wales flare up over the Duke’s heir like that?”
“Did you not know? The Count of Wales took in an extramarital daughter like that and went around with her. In the end, the extramarital daughter was married off to the Count.”
“Oh my, then the Count and the daughter of the in-laws…”
“The funny thing is, the Countess of Wales squeezed out some tears from her daughter-in-law and then not long after, two extramarital grandsons were entered into the family register.”
“My goodness.”
Damian watched with cold red eyes, saving the actions of the noble ladies with his eyes and ears. Today, the boy graphically witnessed the figures of those he had to step on to advance in the future.
It was a completely different direction from what Lucia had hoped for but it was a great lesson anyways.
Some women unintentionally locked eyes with Damian, causing them to flinch and turn away. After clamoring in groups, the remaining women began to depart from their seats.
When the number of people in the garden decreased a lot, Damian also left the event.
Translator’s Corner:
1) The Korean saying, ‘look at the place to lie before stretching your legs’ means do something if you’re sure of it or you can perfect it, otherwise don’t do it.
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