Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 75

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Episode 75

There was nothing he could be caught for. Even when scouting the dominion to find Hallara, he had been meticulously careful not to show any suspicious behavior.

The only thing that could be considered suspicious was meeting Hallara, but even that had been brief, and he had made sure to keep watch that no one was around to eavesdrop on their conversation.

‘Why? What on earth? That person would never betray me.’

Hallara was a high-ranking executive of the Order. And if he were captured and it was revealed that Hallara was a high-ranking executive, her life would also be in danger. She wouldn’t do something so foolish.

‘Then what could it be…? The fact that I looked at the castle gate’s entry records?’

Morgan carefully recalled his recent activities in his mind.

There was no suspicious behavior or evidence.

He hadn’t contacted anyone from the Order either. Nothing was permitted except searching for the missing Hallara.

‘Damn it. Damn!’

He couldn’t think of anything at all.

Excluding Hallara, there wasn’t a single thing that could be considered suspicious.

Yet Morgan didn’t suspect Hallara. No, he couldn’t suspect her.

A high-ranking executive of the Order meant someone with deeper faith toward that person than an ordinary member. To them, high-ranking executives were people with faith that far transcended their own, and harboring suspicion toward an executive was unthinkable.

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Meanwhile, completely unaware that Docheop and Hallara had disappeared, Francesca was finishing her dinner with the noble ladies.

“It was such a perfect meal. Thank you so much for treating us to such food, Madam Bloodmere.”

These weren’t just empty pleasantries. The noble ladies, who had refined palates from being exposed only to the finest things, had unconsciously overeaten because all the new dishes were so satisfying.

The ladies pulled their chairs closer to the table to hide their uncharacteristically full bellies.

At this sight, a proud smile appeared on Francesca’s face.

“I’m just glad you’re satisfied.”

“I haven’t had much of an appetite lately and couldn’t eat properly, but I feel like I ate all the food I’ve been missing today.”

Eva, who had a slender build, kept showering praise.

She had been on edge because Garel kept getting on her nerves, but thanks to the perfect meal, her mood had improved.

“I was worried because you seemed thinner than before your marriage, but I’m relieved that today’s meal was to your liking.”

Francesca looked at her with a concerned gaze.

Eva was Duke Cardia’s remarriage partner and Elise’s new stepmother. There was much talk about her being the new duchess, fifteen years younger than the Duke, and she was very conscious of others’ opinions because of it.

“I was hesitant to ask because it might be rude. But if you have any difficulties, please tell me. If there’s anything I can help with, I will.”

“…Thank you, Madam.”

At those words, Eva’s eyes became moist.

“Not at all. We’re both mistresses of hero families now, so we should help each other.”

Francesca comforted her small shoulders. She felt sorry for the duchess who was only a few years older than Hallara.

“You’re not going to keep crying on such a nice day, are you?”

“I’ve ruined the atmosphere. I’m sorry.”

At Garel’s sharp comment that brought her back to her senses, Eva wiped her eyes.

Francesca shook her head and comforted her, but Garel clicked her tongue.

“Eva. Originally, the position of mistress in our Four Ducal Houses is a very difficult one. We all had such times too. Looking back, it’s nothing special.”

Garel was always one to give realistic advice rather than comfort.

Of course, whether the listener needed that advice wasn’t particularly important to her.

“Yes… You’re right. It’s just that I’m too greedy. I want to do everything well.”

“It would be better to abandon such greed.”

“I’ll remember that, Madam Tierfall…”

Eva bowed her head.

The good atmosphere that had lasted throughout the dinner became subdued.

At this, Francesca brought something out to lighten the mood.

“I plan to live greedily.”

What she brought out was none other than a glass bottle filled with red seasoning.

“What is that?”

Garel narrowed her eyes and looked at it.

“It’s one of the foods you ate earlier.”

“Food… You mean that thing called kimchi?”

“Yes. That’s right. That’s it.”

Something she had been secretly making while keeping it secret from Hallara.

“But what are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to start a business.”

Francesca spoke confidently.

“A business? What kind of business? What and how?”

Curious Garel asked persistently.

“I’m going to distribute this throughout the Empire as the flagship product.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re not even an heir to inherit the family, and a noble lady starting a business? Besides, food business is very risky.”

Garel pointed out the problems first.

“I don’t care. I believe in the value of this product. I’m confident it won’t fail. Besides, I’ve already made five hundred jars. The water has been spilled.”

She had already made a large quantity of kimchi with the help of the kitchen staff and Michelle.

Francesca’s business ambitions, which had been focused only on domestic affairs, had finally burst forth.

“How can there be certainty in business, Madam? What will you hear when the Duke returns?”

“Well. I didn’t sell a mine or anything, and if he’s the kind of man who would scold me for selling some cabbage, I’m planning to sleep in separate rooms from now on.”

“What? Madam, why are you thinking so recklessly, unlike yourself…”

“I think it will be fine.”

Then, Eva timidly spoke up.

“Really?”

Francesca turned to her with a smile.

“All the food today was excellent, but among them, that kimchi was very unique. It cleanly refreshed the palate, so I kept reaching for it. If that food came to market, I think I would buy it often.”

The dishes that reinterpreted Korean food into Western style couldn’t help but be rich due to ingredient limitations.

The kimchi cut through that richness with its spicy flavor. The Duchess of Cardia had immediately grasped that advantage.

“As expected, Madam Cardia. I’m glad I presented the food to you. I was hoping for this kind of evaluation. What do you think, Madam Tierfall?”

“Now that I think about it, that seems right too… But still, Madam. Business isn’t something you can start impulsively.”

Garel was a noblewoman to her bones. She thought it wasn’t right for a wife to be involved in business.

“I’ve decided not to worry about my husband’s opinion anymore. If it fails, I’ll learn something from the failure.”

“How wonderful, Madam…”

“Madam Cardia! Don’t encourage Madam Bloodmere for no reason. It’s better not to say things you can’t take responsibility for.”

Garel glared at Eva as if she were being a hindrance. Eva, who had been intimidated and averted her gaze for a moment, remembered what Francesca had said and raised her head again.

“I’ll invest.”

She envied her confidence, unlike herself. Though she couldn’t do much yet, she wanted to help her.

“What? Madam Cardia. You shouldn’t decide such things in anger. Investment?”

Garel predictably objected.

“When my husband proposed to me, he said he would completely grant me one thing I wanted. Whatever it might be. If my husband refuses, I’ll tell my father. The Southern Empire is a city of gastronomy. Delicious and new food is always welcome.”

Eva didn’t back down.

It wasn’t just out of defiance toward Garel.

She had grown up watching her father run a large trading company. She had developed an eye for selecting good products from a young age.

In her view, this food was special. It was definitely worth investing in.

“Even just your words are encouraging. Thank you so much, Madam Cardia.”

Francesca’s face brightened.

She had invited them to the wedding not only to be congratulated but also to see if this food would work.

That was enough, but investment too?

“I should be the one thanking you for preparing such a dinner separately for us. Who made this food? It’s really unique and delicious.”

“Actually, my daughter-in-law made it. Hoho.”

At the mention of her daughter-in-law, Francesca naturally smiled.

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