My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

33 – Gentle daily life (2)

A day has passed since the Priscilla’s portrait incident occurred.

I believed that it would calm down to some extent in a day or so, but instead, my eyes were more annoying than the day before.

─ A portrait is a picture of the person you are describing, right? So, you’re saying that Miss Priscilla can see that way in Your Highness’s eyes….

From the beginning, Priscilla was a magical beauty that satisfied my aesthetic sense.

With such a guy as the target, it’s only natural that the results are outstanding.

When a master describes a slum, his work smells like a gutter, and conversely, when he describes a beautiful flower garden, it smells fragrant.

Things that even the ‘yes’ of this kind of art don’t know….

‘Damn it.’

Among the ladies-in-waiting of Biryonggwan, those who have known me for a long time know that I am well versed in the arts.

Nevertheless, those ladies-in-waiting were rather talking nonsense, creating a group of people screaming at the dragon crown.

The reason is that the difference in ‘class’ between the previous painting and the painting containing Priscilla is beyond imagination.

… Isn’t it natural?

At that time, I only enjoyed horseback riding and hunting lightly, so I lacked stamina.

In addition to such poor stamina, his concentration level was at a rock bottom level because he lived on alcohol!

Don’t you think it’s too much to compare dawn and noon?

It was at the level of letting out a sigh.

As expected, we have to expel the ladies-in-waiting.

While thinking that, I was walking toward the study where Martin was waiting.

For some reason Priscilla, who had not been able to see her nose plucking since morning, suddenly appeared in front of me.

It’s the perfect timing, as if I’ve been waiting for this place to pass through since the beginning.

Have you finally become a wild Pokemon, witch?

“What is it, Priscilla?”

Priscilla, who met my eyes, had a resolute look on her face, like that of knights heading out to battle.

“… Mr. Maximilian. It is the wish of my lifetime.”

Priscilla murmured as she averted her gaze from me.

Her eyes, like those of a reversal warrior, that she saw when their eyes met for the first time disappeared somewhere, and they were truly tender eyes that seemed like they would fly away if the wind blew.

The wish of a lifetime….

You mean to give up the empire?

This cheeky witch… !

“What is it?”

… She’s been hiding it so far, but there’s no way she’ll reveal it here.

She asked, hoping to at least listen, but Priscilla avoided my gaze, trembling with her hands, which were neatly gathered as usual.

Then it made a movement as if it were asking for someone’s help.

She glanced around at him and noticed the maids pretending to clean as if nothing had happened.

It seemed that these cheeky guys were instigating Priscilla.

“… I come from the backcountry, so yeah, I don’t know much about art. So, she… I want to refer to Maximilian’s paintings.”

After the incident happened yesterday, I immediately locked the atelier door.

Of course, Priscilla’s portrait was also inside.

Priscilla seemed to want to take the portrait.

“So what do you want from me?”

However, if she said that she would just give it for some reason, she would feel sorry for her, so when she tried to show her ignorance, Priscilla began to tremble with her body, which was red from her ears.

“Me, me! Ugh… Give me that portrait….”

If I keep going like this, I feel like I’m about to collapse because my legs are weak like last time.

Huh, are you saying that is the wish of a lifetime?

It is a very simple wish, probably because I grew up in a rural area.

“Yes, take it.”

After saying that, I placed the atelier key in her hand as she was shaking her shoulder with her head bowed.

“However, there are conditions.”

“Conditions?”

“Do not decorate the hallway of the Biryong Hall.”

Just seeing it briefly in the atelier was such a commotion.

If it hangs in the hallway, it will be called the Pterosaur Hall, not the Flying Dragon Hall, because of the screams of those pesky guys.

So I had to avoid the hallways, if not anywhere else.

In the first place, the hallway of Biryonggwan decided to have the theme of artwork that smelled like Priscilla’s countryside.

Wouldn’t Priscilla’s artwork become relatively chaff if I hung up my masterpiece in such a place?

I’m sorry my drawing is so masterpiece, Priscilla, who draws at the same level as when I was 6 years old.

hahahahaha!

“Do you still have business?”

“Oh, no. Really… thank you….”

Priscilla smiled more brightly than on a spring day, probably because Moore was so happy.

‘Look, isn’t this how it always feels!’

She was born like this from the beginning, so I drew it that way, so what is the power of love?

These trivial things!

With that thought in mind, she left the hallway, and the shrieking sound echoed through the dragon hall again.

It was annoying enough that I wondered if I really should change the name to Pterosaur Hall.

***

“Did you cough, Your Highness. The grace of the sun is truly warm today.”

“Yes, did you rest comfortably? Please take good care of me today.”

As usual, Martin always greeted me with a pile of books on his desk.

Every time I looked at those books piled high, I sympathized with the cat dropping the cup from the desk to the floor.

But today, for some reason, there was only a stack of papers the size of a book.

Martin must have noticed my gaze and patted the wad of paper with a wry smile.

“To understand the flow of aristocratic society. That too is part of royal studies, Your Highness.”

Anyway, it seemed that today they were planning to do a full-scale after-party of the talks that took place at Biryonggwan.

It was the most important thing to me now.

Unlike Dior, I didn’t have an entity that could act as my hands and feet and provide information about the aristocratic society.

“Since that day’s meeting, nobles have been busy. It’s like having an eclipse.”

Eclipse….

This is actually an admission that I inherit the throne, right?

hahahahaha!

Very nice!

Anyway, Dior really feels like he’s about to fall into someone who can’t inherit the throne.

“Can you read this?”

The material Martin had prepared was a book summarizing minor changes in the aristocracy that had begun to change after the meeting.

I wondered where he got this information from, but since he is a being trusted by the chancellor, he must have a reliable source of information somewhere.

The data he brought was quite detailed, especially regarding businesses run by aristocratic families.

… Maybe the chancellor is secretly giving me a hint.

With that thought in mind, I began to carefully examine the materials he had prepared one by one.

‘… Huh.’

I’m full of energy.

As expected, flowers bloom even in the gutter.

I never thought that a change would occur even among the upstart aristocrats that we ignored so much.

‘Between 10% and 20%.’

In the material Martin prepared, there was no information about who was attached to where, or who did what.

It simply contained the latest status of the aristocratic business.

But that was enough.

‘The business related to Dior’s mother’s family is being sorted out.’

It hasn’t changed blatantly, but in the long run, within 10 years, all businesses related to Dior’s mother’s family will be in the process of being liquidated.

It was a cunning act that only seasoned veterans of the conservative forces would do.

They were truly flowers that bloomed in the gutter.

Since 10% is already making deals with the upper ranks of the conservative forces, it is on my side, and the remaining 10% must be neutral and pay attention.

This is good news.

As I was nodding my head at that thought, there was an existence that showed blatant movements unlike the other upstart nobles.

“Viscount Cromwell?”

It was evidently an upstart aristocrat who was growing up by absorbing the estate of Viscount Traka, the source of the dead word ‘Hill of Tracca’.

He was a man with an M-shaped head that looked like it would roll around if you rolled it on a hill….

“Ha!”

I’m full of energy.

I never thought he would show such a movement.

“Are you insane?”

“….”

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Martin also looked at the current status of Viscount Cromwell’s business with a slightly complicated expression.

‘Are you going to start a war?’

Viscount Cromwell’s business was deeply connected to Dior’s maternal side.

Are you saying that the business is being blatantly withdrawn under such circumstances?

Isn’t this the same as declaring war?

How many aristocratic families can survive in an aristocratic society like this?

‘How can a sparrow know the meaning of a phoenix, tsk tsk.’

They must have followed the behavior of the flowers that bloomed in the gutter and judged that there was something there.

With the impatience he showed at the banquet hall, he must have recovered all of his investment and committed himself to the conservatives.

If it weren’t for that, there’s no way I’d be doing such nonsense.

But—

“If nothing else, this Viscount Cromwell needs to do a little research, Martin.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Is this actually a challenge for me?

It’s ugly.

But you have to admit what you have to admit.

Sometimes, they grow their families to the point where they can stand shoulder to shoulder with nobles who have grown their families over hundreds of years.

Is it just an outward appearance of people with that level of business savvy?

In that sense, Viscount Cromwell’s actions are too blatant.

Isn’t it like me playing a fool in love at a banquet hall?

After engraving Viscount Cromwell in my head, I also checked the movements of the conservatives.

Unlike the progressive forces, there was not much change in the conservative forces.

However, there was a slight change in the business of Count Abarka.

‘… Did I do something?’

It’s not obvious, but the family trying to keep their distance from the business of Count Abarka came into sight.

Count Abarka was a man with a sharp knife-like impression that removed the smile from the knight commander.

Perhaps, just like his impression, he said something bitter that the conservatives would hate.

Despite his benevolent appearance, Duke Tristar is an old monster with a surprisingly cruel edge.

Since he didn’t lose money, it shouldn’t have been such a big problem.

“Is Count Arbest coming soon?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Even to escort nobles, armed troops cannot enter the system without permission.

That’s why there was a record of a prior report about the escort troops in the Duchy of Trista.

This was a story that Count Arbest would arrive in the islands sooner or later.

‘It’s going to be fun.’

Welcome to the den of madmen, stranger.