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“I am his partner.” Lennard knew Estelle had omitted the word “temporary” to gain the upper hand in the situation. Yet, it pleased him. A warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading slowly through his body. Lennard covered his face with his hand, waiting for the heat to subside. However, he kept his ears open, ready to intervene in their quarrel at any moment. The argument between Estelle and the man escalated. Should he step in? Judging by her reaction in the carriage, she might resent him for…- 50.3 K • Ongoing
- “Are you really planning to invite the Schneider family?” “Of course.” Lennard let out a long sigh at my answer. “Since rumors have spread that I was kicked out of the family, this is something I have to endure.” This was the nature of a noble wedding. It wasn't about inviting only the people you wanted, but about utility and appearances. This time, thankfully, there was no objection from Lennard. Instead, it was the Dowager Duchess who spoke up. “You don’t have to push…
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- “Ah, I’m exhausted.” Returning to my rooms, I collapsed onto the bed. Nina followed me in, her eyes sparkling as she asked, “My lady. Did you pick out a lovely dress?” “The Dowager Duchess picked one for me, so it was easy.” “The Dowager Duchess did?” Even though she had long been removed from high society, her skills had clearly not rusted. The first dress she pointed out was something I might have worn in my own world, with a naturally flowing silhouette and a design that…
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“As the Young Duke instructed, I've prepared a warm room with excellent lighting and a view.” True to the words, the late afternoon sun streamed generously through the large windows. Shariette slowly surveyed the room. Beyond the open windows, the Duke’s gardens, which she had glimpsed on her arrival, stretched out before her. Soft beige walls, a plush rug underfoot, a comfortable sofa by the window, and a potted plant with vibrant leaves rustling gently. A cozy scent permeated the…- 46.9 K • Ongoing
- “Very well. Since that is your wish, we will settle for disciplinary action instead of dismissal this time. But, Miss Shariette.” She turned to the pharmacist who had drunk poison in her stead. “Would you have said the same if Noxian or Nixia had experienced these things?” Well, no. Shariette’s expression turned serious. That was definitely grounds for getting the sack. Marianne nodded. “Exactly. I want you to know that you are no different.” “?” Shariette was puzzled, but…
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- “Shariette. I’m coming in for a moment.” It was Nixia. For the record, every time Shariette insisted she was fine, Nixia would give her such a pained look that it was enough to make her want to shut up. It was maddening. “I heard that you were being unfairly bullied by the staff here before this incident.” What is she talking about now? Shariette sighed. “Lady Nixia, I swear, with all sincerity and truth, that nothing of the sort ever happened.” “You don’t have to defend them.…
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“…Thank you for your kindness.” Rodbrill replied politely and instructed a maid to do something. Ariel, escorted by Marquis Steffen, glanced back as they walked. Thankfully, Rodbrill and Etheldred followed. Phew, at least we’re eating together. However, as soon as they arrived at the dining hall, Ariel tilted her head in confusion. Huh? Why am I sitting right next to Uncle Steffen? The seats of honor, beside the marquis, should rightfully belong to Etheldred and Rodbrill, the heir to the barony.…- 25.0 K • Ongoing
- Enveloped in a brilliant red light, Ariel and Etheldred arrived in the kitchen in an instant. Etheldred, who had covered Ariel’s eyes as he had before, immediately unwrapped her hands from his waist and stepped away as soon as he confirmed they were in the kitchen. “Huh? Are we here?” “…Yeah.” “Then why’d you suddenly move away?” “Because it’s hot.” At Etheldred’s short reply, one of Ariel’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. Hot, in this winter? He must run…
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- “Are you done laughing?” “Hmph. Sorry. It slipped out.” Etheldred cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Hmph! Hah... Achoo!” Ariel turned her head away in a mock sulk and let out a loud sneeze. Etheldred’s eyes went wide, and he began to fidget. “D-do you have a cold?” “Why would I have a cold from one sneeze? Hah… Achoo!” As Ariel sneezed again, Etheldred’s face froze, and he looked completely at a loss. He seemed like a lost little boy, making Ariel blink. Why…
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“Oh, I’m glad it’s not just important to me.”“Yes…” Ariette nodded, her face dazed. She had no defense against his eloquent maneuvering.“So, about that ‘I don’t know’ from earlier… Can I take that as a yes?” He was asking if he could interpret her hesitant response to his question about intimacy as consent. Ariette’s head lifted reflexively, and her gaze fell upon a face that seemed to have stepped straight out of a myth. The next thing that caught her eye were the well-defined…- 26.2 K • Ongoing
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