Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36

 

“Why is the Duke…?”

 

The nobles who turned their heads following the voice were stunned when they saw who it was.

 

None other than Count Heteus had intervened.

 

No matter how much one cherishes their mistress, to show such biased attitude in a competition that requires fairness.

 

Though he hadn’t told the last participant to act as a vote, he was now blatantly protecting the woman who had presented subpar food.

 

The marquis, who had been furious, sat down in his seat with a dejected expression.

 

“If you listen to my explanation, you’ll understand why I presented this appetizer.”

 

While attention was focused on Casian, Evelyn approached the marquis.

 

Her voice was polite yet carried an intimidating presence.

 

The marquis who had been angry nodded as if entranced, and the others also settled into their chairs, looking at Evelyn.

 

As the commotion subsided, Evelyn signaled to the servants.

 

The attendants and maids placed dressing sauce on each table.

 

“This is salad and alligator pie. It may look humble, but I’ve put someone’s earnest wish into it.”

 

At her meaningful statement, the nobles examined the food on their plates more closely.

 

At first they thought it looked terrible, but upon closer inspection, it seemed somehow different.

 

“The alligator pie under the salad has large pecans embedded in it.”

 

“Pecans…”

 

The Pecan Grain Belt fire incident.

 

The residents of Pican Domain who had protested demanding to face the truth suddenly came to mind.

 

Looking again, the salad placed over the pie resembled a grave mourning their deaths.

 

“I still don’t know even now. Whether it’s right to continue this banquet.”

 

Evelyn, who had spoken these shocking words, continued calmly.

 

“One side cries out to make known the harsh environment, while the other side enjoys gourmet food wearing luxurious clothes. No matter how much it’s a gap according to class, it’s all happening in the South… It feels strange to go on so nonchalantly.”

 

Though her statement might not align with current ideology, Evelyn could not stand by and watch the Pican situation.

 

The nobles who understood her intention suddenly fell into silence.

 

Evelyn, who had been looking around the gathering, focused on Daisy.

 

If the plate was delivered properly.

 

“Ugh!”

 

She would run away like that.

 

Evelyn, who had been following the fleeing Daisy with her eyes, finally turned her gaze away.

 

“Damn it!”

 

Count Muet also left his seat with a pale face.

 

She had specifically instructed that small bread shaped like buttons engraved with deer patterns be added to Daisy and Count Muet’s plates.

 

Fortunately, it seemed Mary and Rose had carried out the orders well.

 

‘With this, the plan has succeeded.’

 

It was worth putting on a wholehearted performance pretending to be played by Daisy.

 

Though the recipe theft was real, Evelyn had turned crisis into opportunity.

 

Right now it looked like a calm lake as if nothing had happened, but it would only be a matter of time before their crimes surfaced.

 

The problem was.

 

‘No one’s eating.’

 

That no one was touching the food she had presented.

 

Should she be satisfied with cornering Count Mute’s family after all?

 

Just as Evelyn was about to order the plates to be cleared with a bitter smile.

 

Crunch.

 

Breaking the long silence, Casian bit into the pie.

 

He who always put only noble things in his mouth had touched the humble food.

 

And a sweet snack at that.

 

Alligator pie was food suitable for dessert, so it didn’t suit an appetizer.

 

To make it presentable, she had only lowered the sweetness, enhanced the nuttiness, and added salad.

 

Nevertheless, Casian bit into the pie.

 

“It’s quite edible.”

 

When he ate it, it looked quite elegant.

 

As his plain comment cut through the air, the nobles moved their hands as if entranced.

 

“It’s not as sweet as I thought.”

 

“That’s right. It’s nutty yet moderately sweet.”

 

Though it belonged to desserts, the alligator pie they ate created a mysterious taste.

 

The nuttiness of pecans and the richness of butter. The layered pastry revealed a softness yet subtle firmness.

 

When they felt it might be getting tiresome, eating the salad made it appetizing again, which was quite mystical.

 

“Come to think of it, when major incidents occurred, mourning food used to be served.”

 

One of the elderly ladies who belatedly recalled Southern banquet etiquette said in surprise.

 

Looking at it now, the food Evelyn had presented was appropriate according to tradition.

 

It was a tradition that had grown dim so many had forgotten it, yet she had managed to bring it up.

 

Though her identity was unknown, thanks to Evelyn, the nobles were able to recall the faded etiquette.

 

Following custom, they closed their eyes and quietly offered prayers.

 

For those who couldn’t reach peace, and those fighting lonely wars.

 

They expressed mourning, hoping that rest would come to all.

 

“We wish peace upon your life.”

 

* * *

 

After all the appetizers had been served.

 

“We will now begin the voting.”

 

As soon as Casian finished speaking, ballot papers were placed on the table.

 

The nobles, caught up in contemplation, cast their votes one by one.

 

When the voting ended, Sebastian and Sophia began counting the ballots.

 

“Here it is, Your Grace.”

 

“Thank you for your hard work, Sebastian.”

 

When Sebastian, who had finished tallying, handed over the note, Casian unfolded the folded paper.

 

“An unexpected result has emerged.”

 

“An unexpected result means…”

 

“Does that mean there’s a twist?”

 

The guests stirred at Casian’s words.

 

Casian, who had made the meaningful remark, alternately looked at Evelyn with her face covered by a veil and Daisy who had returned to her seat, then slowly opened his mouth.

 

“According to the tally results, the appetizer to be used at this banquet is…”

 

* * *

 

“Congratulations, my lady~”

 

“How did you come up with such a brilliant idea?”

 

When I returned to the annex to pack my things, Rose and Mary ran to me like excited puppies unable to contain their excitement.

 

I restrained the two who were being rowdy on both sides and answered calmly.

 

“Both of you, calm down. I tried the alligator pie because some old man gave me pecans.”

 

When I went to the scene to personally confirm the body of the woman with twin braids.

 

[Bel, Bella is dead! What do you mean by that!]

 

I encountered an old man who grabbed Pabel with a devastated face.

 

Unable to accept the woman’s death at all, he sat down on the ground and shed tears, then suddenly grabbed my hand.

 

[Please help me!]

 

[You mustn’t do this, sir!]

 

At the old man’s sudden action, Pabel and the knights blocked him, but I shook my head and signaled that it was okay.

 

[Sir Knight, just a moment! Lady! Please reveal the truth for poor Bella’s sake. I don’t have much, but please accept this at least!]

 

The old man, who had been pleading desperately, placed a few pecans in my palm.

 

As I stared at the nuts, I took a gamble on a sudden idea that came to mind.

 

“Actually, I also put it out to temporarily stop Count Muet’s family.”

 

The pecan fire was unfortunate, but according to Casian, there wasn’t enough evidence to put the real culprit in prison.

 

So while I was contemplating changing the menu, I made alligator pie using the pecans the old man gave me.

 

The two people ran away after seeing the food on the plate, but I needed more concrete evidence.

 

“According to the old man I met then, my darling kept postponing meetings with the protesters.”

 

“Huh? His Grace? He doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

 

“Right? My darling actually wanted to meet quickly, but the protesters were refusing to meet.”

 

That means there’s a spy among the Pican estate residents.

 

And that spy is likely helping Count Muet’s family, who use the deer as their symbol.

 

“The one representing the Pican estate residents was called Marco?”

 

“Yes, my lady! According to the gatekeepers, he causes a disturbance every day. Shall I secretly bring him here?”

 

“No, even if I don’t bring him, he’ll make his move by now.”

 

* * *

 

At the same time.

 

“What on earth is going on! How did I become a wanted man!”

 

Right after the competition ended, a man questioned Daisy accusingly.

 

At the sudden appearance of the man, Daisy looked around and led him to a quiet, deserted path.

 

“Lower your voice!”

 

“Do I look like I care? Didn’t you clearly promise that my safety would be guaranteed!”

 

She had said that if he followed the woman’s instructions, he would surely receive a great reward.

 

So he actively helped her by betraying the Pican estate residents, including Bella.

 

But what came to him wasn’t a reward but punishment.

 

Cornered, Marco threatened her, thinking he couldn’t die like this.

 

“Send me the promised money and escort! Otherwise, I’ll confess everything I know to the Duke!”

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