Chapter Thirty-Four
.Chapter Thirty-Four.
She smiled widely, seeing her happy made me feel relieved that going back in time had made at least one person happy.
“The reason I called you is because I wanted to ask you if you knew any of the Rust family’s maids who work at Count Danube Dekin’s house.”
“I don’t know, but Hanna probably knows,” Ryssdell said after a quiet moment with a thoughtful look on her face. “Even if that’s not the case, considering the people who work in your family, there will definitely be one or two people who know.”
Then she spoke in a confident tone: “I think you will be able to clearly know what you want through them.
In particular, I heard that the family of the Count of the Danube, due to the lack of a hostess, people came and went frequently and the servants were lenient with them.
Even if I don't know what you want, you will surely find it easily....and you will know him clearly.”
I saw her confident face as I watched her plan what to say: “I have become truly trustworthy after learning under Yuri.”
Rysdell's face turned red again and she said faintly: “Thank you.”
I handed her some gold coins useful for the plan and asked her to implement it.
“Find out about him as quietly as possible, and also visit the places near Deqin Palace... It's dangerous there, so make sure to take someone with you... All the dirty rumors are spreading there, so you might find out something from the nearby places.”
I haven't forgotten that women who deal with the Count of Danube end up in a mess.
When I thought about where they could go, I guessed that the only places they would go were places close to it, so I focused my attention on them.
After speaking, she calmly looked at Ryssdal.
It seemed as if she was thinking about something.
However, she looked overly ambitious and her cheeks were red.
“Just in case I go, you shouldn't push yourself too much or go rashly to a dangerous place alone... Do you understand? I will give you a well-built servant or a knight in plain clothes, so you can be sure to take them with you when you go to a dangerous place.”
Risdell smiled shyly at these words: “Yes… Who will take care of you without me? So I will make sure to protect myself.”
The information that comes out of the mouth of the house servants is surprisingly sharp and accurate.
Although it is an old-fashioned idea, it is a good idea to search among servants for information.
“I'm too weak to believe what you say, but we'll see.”
After Rysdahl was sent away, she thought about it calmly.
I can get a rough idea of the rumors from the places around him, but the rumors that come from the servants I have to collect in another way.
However, it was unfamiliar to me because it was the first time I had tried to learn something directly about another family in this way.
“Maybe the butler is more familiar with this kind of thing than I am...”
Of course, the moment the butler came to ask, the story would be told to my father, so I needed someone else of my own.
Strictly speaking, the only people working for me in this palace are the maids under my direct control.
It was natural, because there was no reason to do anything without my father knowing in the first place.
“What I can do is...”
I thought of a man with red hair and a smiling face.
I won't have anything to do with him anymore, but since I already have contact with him, I'll at least be able to make a new deal with him.
Surprisingly, I discovered that he could be a very helpful person.
“My first impression of him was the worst.”
But before going to see him, I had to at least get a few things.
Anyway, going out without really knowing anything was perfect to take advantage of.
It is not a mutually beneficial relationship, so it should not be relied upon in this way.
After carefully considering where to find the information, I ruled out banquets that were used as a place for men and women.
What is said there is often rumored and easily leaked. Above all, it will often be the same information that Diane can obtain.
“Then it would be a waste of time for me to go to these places.”
Searching the same place twice may be accurate, but it's not effective.
“A place Diane can't reach, but I can reach.”
Where is that place? I carefully thought about each option.
I felt unusually anxious, but thinking about the stories of the people around me helped a little, and a few things quickly came to mind.
First, I have a very routine call with the Minister of Finance, who is a senior peerage.
There was no reason to give up this feature.
I found it to be the Finance Minister's gatherings!.
“This is a place she can't get to, but it's a place I can get to.”
Since she and I liked different things, our gathering places didn't get along very well.
It was something worth thinking about.
Finally, I thought of the Countess Lydia Poetry Club, which Diane hated but I would sometimes visit and make friends.
Moreover, the information there was different from the flow of regular banquets.
So I was confident that I could get a little different information... Of course, the idea might also be very stupid.
It would be rude if my research into the matter reached Diana's ears without telling her, so I wrote a letter in advance and mailed it to her.
I deleted the details in case the message leaked, but instead added different notes, saying I'm trying to keep my word that I'll help you with your thread.
I have a strange feeling that I'm putting a lot of effort into making someone else's life better.
“But it's not bad and it doesn't bother me.”
Instead it was great for me because I felt like I was helping myself by using my energy for her, even though realistically that was only her problem.
I felt like my heart was healing.
There was no painful feeling that gnawed at me as I felt when I took revenge on Bernard.
I feel a little joy growing in my heart…. It makes me feel more confident in myself, and I want to see myself in a unique way.
Even though I started this for Diane, it's definitely been helpful for me as well.
Suddenly, I thought about women who dedicated themselves to philanthropy.
I just thought it was a good thing for the figurehead and yet, I had a vague feeling that maybe they were doing it too because they liked the feeling.
Doing something for others was more fulfilling than I thought.
Unlike my mother and I, who preferred light and bland food, my father preferred fatty dishes.
My family gathered for the first time in a while to eat, and there were many dishes tailored to my father's taste.
Amamai put grilled meat and chicken with sauce and vegetables.
In fact, it is famous that the chef in my family cooked meat well and it was interesting to clearly see how he put effort into his cooking so as not to miss the opportunity to show us his skills.
We had a small conversation while eating and my father said to my mother: “Do you face any difficulties in managing the house?”
“Not real.”
My mother replied: “If there is someone among my relatives who is causing you trouble and bothering you for no reason, then speak up... because I will scold him... No, in the first place, if he does something embarrassing, tell me and I will discipline him immediately.”
I reassured him: “I’m fine. Everyone is very calm these days.”
My father was a strict, practical man and it was strange for him to show that he cared.
This time is just an exception, it cannot be said to be normal.
However, as the head of the family, he was responsible and worked hard to keep his family well-run.
Not only because I'm his daughter say this, but objectively, I can evaluate my father as a good person as the head of the family.
After making sure that my mother was fine without any problems through a short conversation with my mother, my father’s attention returned to me: “And Carmela, how is your health? I heard that you are sleeping well now, but is your appetite good?”
I looked at my father and replied with a bright smile: "Yes. Recently, I've been sleeping well and eating well. My stamina has returned. I saw my friends at the Rust family banquet and I wasn't even tired."
My father made a happy sound.
Then, with an even more anxious look, he ran the knife through the flesh on the bone as I looked at him and told him some miscellaneous information that might not be important to me but might be useful to my father: “The ladies seem to be looking forward to the swordsmanship competition at the Imperial Palace recently. The young lady who recently became its guardian seems to be having a hard time adjusting. No wonder the other ladies have begun to dislike her.”
My father must have thought it was normal, so he nodded and went over this story, then came to the Imperial Palace competition and complained.
“It is held in conjunction with Thanksgiving. It is a great and wonderful event, and you will be incredibly happy about it, but your father, the father, is dying... a lot of work... Rumors have appeared saying that Her Majesty is looking for a fiancée for her son in the competition, and this has caused an uproar among the competitors for the title of princess.”
He grumbled in annoyance at the commotion.
“Anyway, it's a problem caused by idiots….
The distribution of seats is an issue that can be left to officials.
But there are a lot of people who come to me and say they are disappointed or complain.
I feel like my head is going to explode because of this.
Everyone who came from the countryside complained more about the seats and harassed me with meaningless questions about the position.
In particular, I wonder if fucking Baron Borren has a carrot stuck on his head running after him.
How could a local baron try to make his daughter the fiancée of His Highness the Crown Prince?.
“It’s really stupid anyway… There are actually female candidates for this position already.”
My head tilted when I heard the strangely familiar name.
While I was thinking about this, my father looked puzzled.
“I recently heard that he came from the countryside, but I don’t know this name...”
I was afraid to forget because my mind was about to remember, but my father's words finally reminded me.
“Ah… Come to think of it, when I went to Rust Street, Miss Diana mentioned that name.”
To be precise, it was about Madame Bouren, not Baron Bouren.
“The lady... told me that Mrs. Borren was having a secret relationship with another man.... If she came to the capital to attend the Thanksgiving festival, as my father said, she might be doing so out of attention.”
At these words my father's face changed strangely.
“He… well……? These things happen.”
Then he smiled secretly as if he was planning something and spoke in a cheerful tone: “Then I won’t have to listen to annoying talk anymore… Now the rustic mother will be busy with other things… He won’t have the spirit to attend the party.”
His shoulders were shaking excitedly, and I wondered if he was thinking about something bad.
Even though he is my father, I sometimes see him as narrow-minded and evil-spirited.
Am I saying something unnecessary?.
I shook my head and paid attention to my food.
I said in a casual tone: “It seems that the Roost family has been busy with mining issues these days.
It was amazing that even in the midst of all that, they were able to obtain enough manpower to hold a banquet.
However, I heard that Diana was in charge of this banquet, so it might be true that she was busy.
However, it was completely flawless.
Since this was her first time hosting this event, she seemed to have followed the format fairly conservatively and strictly… and everyone seemed satisfied.”
As my father cut the meat and watched the juice drip off, he took a bite and chewed it with a satisfied look on his face and nodded listlessly.
Only after eating the delicious food did he wipe his mouth with a dry handkerchief and spoke: “It is normal that at this age she should be able to hold a banquet… But I heard that the lady of the house likes to play, and I think she played a lot.”
I said embarrassed: “Dad, why are you talking about someone else’s daughter like that?”
But my father turned his head as if he didn’t notice, chewed the meat, swallowed it, and muttered: “Uh… right, if you get the wrong groom, you’ll end up in trouble….
So, make sure you learn banquet and household management this time.
The Thanksgiving season has just passed, so when winter comes, you will have a lot to learn, so play to our hearts content until then.”
I was momentarily surprised.
Is he talking seriously?.
However, my mother seemed more surprised than me.
“Dear, did you really mean what you just said!?”
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