My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
Agnes led the way, Gallus following behind, while Kesenor trailed after them as though standing guard.
Though she was certainly doing many things poorly, there was a faint embarrassment in being observed by such an accomplished great lord.
‘If I make a mistake in something, he’ll tell me, won’t he?’
With that thought, she felt steadier.
“For five years, there’s scarcely been a place that’s received proper attention. The roof is the greatest problem—when it rains heavily, there are leaks in multiple spots.”
“Then I shall have skilled craftsmen brought in. Let us have the entire structure inspected thoroughly.”
“Yes, that seems necessary. And the window frames as well…….”
After surveying what needed repairs, they placed new orders for supplies the mansion required.
Unable to judge the scale of this alone, Kesenor assisted from her side.
“Spring is upon us now, so seasonal provisions will soon arrive. We should order only what’s needed for the immediate term, then prioritize acquiring livestock and laborers to aid the territory residents.”
“Then the roads must be repaired too. Travel is difficult when the paths are rough.”
“The territory residents lack sufficient hands, so it would be wise to hire additional laborers for that work as well.”
“The reservoir and irrigation channels will need maintenance too, I suppose?”
“Precisely. You understand well.”
“I watched my father’s work closely from beside him.”
Gallus, who had been frantically writing down everything the two discussed, cautiously raised his hand.
“Forgive me, but—I’m concerned that even what you’ve mentioned just now would require an enormous budget. Fearing you might be overextending yourself, I venture to ask, though it be discourteous.”
In other words, Gallus’s words meant this:
‘Do you actually have the means to pay all that money?’
It was a question she had heard countless times before, her heart heavy with the memory. The image of Gallus’s face conjured an old recollection.
‘What? Pay back the debt? With what money?’
‘Everyone knows there’s nowhere in this wreck of a house to get money from! How many times are you going to try to brush me off with that nonsense?!’
‘Being lenient only goes so far!’
‘If you owe a debt, you pay it—sell the mansion or the fiefdom if you must!’
‘What worth does kneeling have that you think you can exploit pity? You’re delusional!’
‘If it’s truly difficult, put the men to work as mercenaries, and send the women out to do menial labor!’
The creditors who had seized Agnes by the collar and forced her to kneel, their anger demanding release.
Rupert standing before her to block their path.
Amy trembling in fear, hidden at the far end of the second floor.
The moment she had forced strength into her shaking legs, determined not to show her shame before so many eyes.
The memories stained with humiliation and despair—lips bitten raw, head bowed low.
All of it had been endured because there was no money.
But now was different. Agnes lifted her head and smiled gently.
“Of course. I have sufficient funds. Use the finest, most durable materials available—don’t spare the expense. However, you mustn’t try to deceive me on account of my youth.”
Hearing Agnes’s words, Kesenor let out a low, quiet laugh. In his tilted face, his black eyes gleamed like amethyst.
“I would never attempt such madness. You have ‘Marquis Selesta’ at your back.”
“Indeed, there is no question of it.”
Watching the two laugh together, Gallus shrank back slightly.
‘So this is the young lady of House Laberose I’ve only heard about.’
He had been told she was delicate and poor, struggling to teach the mischievous twins of Valdemar Mansion.
But her posture was steady, her gaze clear and unwavering.
Small-framed and thin though she was, she was not someone to be dismissed lightly.
Perhaps that had been the case when she was young.
In those early days when she had lost her mother.
Something flickered briefly in Kesenor’s eyes as he regarded Agnes.
‘If she had no relatives to support her while her family fell into decline, she must have borne everything alone.’
And so he believed she would succeed.
After Agnes had ridden away with Silmare.
A fury rose within him as though his chest were seized in a vise, yet Kesenor was not fool enough to sit idle, consumed by jealousy.
He moved at once with purpose.
‘I need only do what I can.’
Whether Silmare, being a fairy prince, possessed rare treasures or had the ability to aid her—it mattered little.
But ‘Kesenor Selesta’ was different from Silmare.
Kesenor quickly made inquiries and selected a reputable merchant company, then contacted the Craftsmen’s Guild to request they supply laborers.
And when he returned to the mansion and encountered Agnes again,
seeing the delight on her face at the sight of Gallus, he knew he had been right.
‘Pointless tricks would accomplish nothing—I alone can give Agnes practical help.’
In the most satisfying frame of mind, Kesenor watched Agnes in conversation with the merchant, his chin resting on his hand.
The pallid cheeks that had once seemed so wan now flushed with a healthy glow.
Though she was so lean and small that she’d seemed girlish at first, today Agnes appeared different.
‘I wondered if she might need my help more,’ Kesenor thought.
The way Agnes examined every corner of the house and demanded what was necessary made her look already like the mistress of the Mansion.
As though she had been waiting for exactly this moment.
There was something pleasing about it.
Thinking thus, Kesenor smiled wryly.
From the very next day, workers began arriving in droves.
They were craftsmen sent to repair the Mansion.
Those Kesenor had commissioned arrived first, and afterward came the people Gallus had sent.
Of course, lodgings for the workers became necessary.
Though the Mansion had no vacant rooms, the Village had empty houses left behind by those who’d departed, so the workers were to lodge there for the time being.
The villagers had grumbled curtly at first, saying they had no time to spare with urgent farmwork pressing—but that quieted soon enough when workers arrived to help with the Village’s own labor.
Or perhaps it was simply that they’d been paid generously for the use of the houses.
With construction proceeding daily, the Mansion became terribly noisy.
Thanks to the endless cycle of immediate discussions and decisions, Agnes felt as though her head might split open.
Today too, the construction overseer came to find her.
Thinking it best to inspect the work directly, Agnes made her way to the Back Garden with the overseer.
She recalled the thought that had struck her a few days earlier, when she’d visited the Back Garden for the first time in ages.
‘How could anyone have lived in such a place?’
The Back Garden, left neglected in shadow for so long, had ivy creeping unchecked up the walls, and moss clinging to the stone.
Some sections had cracked, with earth and dust crumbling away, and the window frames hadn’t escaped—there were parts rotting through.
The garden wall had even partially collapsed.
Yet in just days, the place had transformed entirely.
First, the overgrown grass had vanished.
Next, the moss adhering to the walls was scraped away, and now they were filling the cracks in the stone.
The collapsed wall had been rebuilt brick by brick, and new window frames were being constructed on one side.
Once complete, clear glass would be fitted.
Bright sunlight streamed into the once-dark and dreary Back Garden, filling it with radiance.
As Agnes gazed with wonder, the overseer began explaining the progress.
“As you can see, the work is proceeding smoothly. However, the roof may require more time than initially mentioned.”
“What’s the problem?”
“The roof damage is more extensive than expected. With the Roof Tiles having come loose, the wooden framework beneath has rotted somewhat, so we’ll need to reinforce it and re-tile….”
“But?”
“We don’t have enough Roof Tiles, and our current workforce is insufficient.”
“What if we doubled the workforce?”
“That would certainly help, but….”
“And if we ordered more materials?”
“We’ve already brought what we could from the nearest kiln. They can’t fire them any faster than that.”
“True. It’s spring, so everyone’s doing repairs.”
But I want it finished before Amy arrives.
Agnes lifted her head.
Kesenor had taught her what to do in times like these.
When something seemed impossible within the bounds of common sense?
Spend more money.
Agnes had plenty of money to spend freely.
“Let’s place an order with kilns in other regions, even if they’re farther away.”
“The cost will easily double, starting with transportation alone….”
“I don’t care. While it’s important to do solid work, I’d prefer to finish as quickly as possible.”
“Understood. I’ll see to it.”
Agnes, who had been watching the workers laboring high on ladders propped against the walls, turned and made her way back.
As she rounded the side of the Mansion, she spotted Oliver and Silmare.
Oliver wore a straw hat, but Silmare stood fully exposed to the sunlight.
His pale blue-tinged silver hair gleamed and sparkled with the light.
Both knelt on the ground, turning over the soil and planting flowers.
It had become their daily work of late.
Agnes approached and stood directly behind Silmare.
“What are you planting today?”
“Agnes!”

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