The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

As soon as the meal ended, I rushed out and gently stroked the Elsa trees. The rough bark felt against my palm, and the unique bitter citrus scent of the Elsa trees flowed into my nostrils.

Just then, the ceremonial guard who had arrived at the castle saw the piled up Elsa trees and approached me.

“What is all this?”

“It’s mine.”

“All of this? Then just how many transportation arrays…”

Even the ceremonial guard gasped, so I nodded my head in satisfaction.

“Once we secure the quantity of transportation arrays and start selling, we’ll become even richer.”

“What will you do by becoming even richer than this?”

“Of course we have to pay merchant group taxes. Now prepare ten sheets of documents and don’t spare even 10 francs, just pay it all generously.”

When I laughed with a grin, the ceremonial guard chuckled.

“That’s not the mindset of a rich person.”

Does the ceremonial guard understand Seria’s and my feelings when our heads split every time tax season comes?

When I looked at him with such eyes, the ceremonial guard shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll separate just the bark.”

“Yeah. Leave the leaves. So people don’t think it’s strange.”

“Yes. Ah, it seems His Excellency will be departing for the Imperial Capital soon.”

Originally, the territory affairs had been mostly settled weeks ago. It was only delayed because Mireille appeared.

“Yeah. We’ll probably depart in about three or four days.”

“The communication stone?”

“Always carry it.”

“Good.”

I nodded while fingering the Etoile with one corner filled.

Now it was finally time to go out into the world in earnest.

* * *

We departed for the Imperial Capital three days later as expected.

In the carriage that previously only carried me, Henri, Isaac, and Father, Johan and Lady Javelin were also with us.

Johan decided to stay with us until the Academy vacation ended. Since he always spent vacations in the Imperial Capital originally, it wasn’t anything special.

When we arrived at the mansion, the employees of the Imperial Capital, now familiar to us, welcomed us.

After all the unpacking was finished, our family discussed future matters while drinking tea.

Aunt said to Father.

“Now it’s time for Leblaine to enter high society, so we need to find a godmother.”

A godmother refers to an adult in high society who gathers ladies, educates them, and guides them.

Who the godmother is matters greatly. This is because high society factions are divided based on this.

Of course, there were people who didn’t like factions, but the capital’s high society was a world where it was hard to survive if you didn’t belong anywhere.

My family discussed finding a suitable godmother for me.

“I heard Madame Georges is quite wise. All the ladies under her care are said to be calm and intelligent as well.”

Henri, who knew the capital’s figures inside and out, continued the conversation.

“Madame Georges is wise, but her husband is not. He’s blinded by ambition for advancement. If he finds out his wife is taking charge of Leblaine, he’ll get foolish ideas.”

“I heard her niece is making her social debut this time. Since she dotes on her blood relatives, she might use Leblaine as a supporting role for her niece’s sake.”

“What about Madame Dimonte?”

“Madame Dimonte wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

After that, the names of various high society leaders were mentioned. Aunt and Henri asked Father which one would be better.

“Anyone who won’t make Leblaine wear high heels.”

There were those who made children wear high heels from a very young age for an elegant gait.

When he pointed this out, Aunt said “Of course” and sipped her tea.

Everyone put their heads together to choose a high society godmother for me, but I already had someone in mind. Of course, it was someone who would help me fasten the first button of my capital life beautifully.

Aunt took on the role of introducing me to high society and helping me adapt to the capital.

After looking me over from head to toe, Aunt said:

“First… we need to go shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“What can drive away the capital’s hyenas isn’t a torch, but the smell of money. I’ll ask Sharon to handle your clothes.”

Sharon?

As soon as I heard that name, I quickly said to Aunt:

“Could I go and meet her in person?”

“Hmm…”

After thinking for a moment, Aunt nodded.

“It wouldn’t be bad to introduce you.”

I cheered inwardly. Because the person I wanted as my godmother had a deep relationship with Sharon.

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When I went to the shopping district with Aunt, the pouring gazes made my cheeks burn.

“My goodness, it’s Lady Javelin…”

Whispered voices had been following us since we got out of the carriage.

From ladies clutching books to young men at flower shops, everyone was captivated by Aunt.

Well, there were endless words to describe Aunt.

Beauty so stunning that passersby would turn around thirteen times and get a crick in their neck.

A knight who led the golden age of the White Horse Brigade, still popular among the Empire’s citizens.

Diamond-tier education from the Capital Gifted Academy to the Academy.

Fashion sense that became trends whenever she wore something.

Above all, this sharp yet elegant presence that made you want to call her sister or elder sister.

How do I know all this? Because even at the temple, there were people who treasured portraits of Lady Javelin. Mina was one of them.

“You don’t know Lady Javelin? Good heavens, Leblaine! Lady Javelin is a top star. And a heavenly one at that! You should call her Lady Goddess.”

People influenced by Mina had been calling her Lady Jane, which earned them Aunt’s disillusioned stare.

I spotted Aunt and looked at the woman running toward us from far away.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Javelin Arieju! My muse!”

That person with hair cut cleanly just about 6 centimeters below her ears was named Sharon. She was the Imperial Capital’s top designer.

She was popular among duchesses and marchionesses, and even Melbane, which sold expensive dresses, was no match for her.

“What brings you here. No matter how much I begged you to come, you wouldn’t visit. I thought thorns were growing in my eyes. At least let me kiss your hand.”

With that, Sharon puckered her lips and leaned forward, but Aunt blocked her face with her palm.

“I came to buy clothes for this child.”

“I don’t design children’s clothes. But who is this little squirrel?”

“My niece.”

“Niece?!”

Sharon suddenly thrust her face forward.

I flinched and leaned my face back.

“Are you that Child of Fate?”

“…Yes.”

Since she suddenly spoke informally, I spoke informally too, which made Sharon’s eyes widen. Then she immediately burst into laughter.

“Ahah! Hahahaha!”

Only after laughing heartily did she grab her skirt.

“I apologize, Young Lady. I am Sharon Rouge.”

“I’m Leblaine.”

“Now you’re speaking politely?”

“As courtesy to Aunt’s friend.”

“Didn’t I seem like Javelin’s friend just a moment ago?”

“I don’t show courtesy to rude people, even if they’re Aunt’s friends. I am a Young Lady who bears the honor of the ducal house.”

When I said that, Aunt chuckled softly and ruffled my hair. Sharon laughed again and said,

“You have the dignity befitting someone who wears my clothes. I’ve never designed children’s clothes, but inspiration just struck me.”

With that, she opened the door of a building without a sign.

Aunt and I followed her inside.

The interior was magnificent. She guided us to the end of the corridor and opened a locked door, revealing spiral-shaped stairs.

“Now then, while I do a quick sketch, please go upstairs, you two.”

I firmly grasped Aunt’s hand.

‘This is Sharon’s Atelier.’

Nobles called the space above these stairs Sharon’s Atelier.

But just because it was called that didn’t mean it was a space for making dresses.

This place was essentially a club where the highest nobility shared their networks.

The reason Melbane couldn’t reach Sharon’s fame wasn’t just because Sharon was a better designer. It was because she was the operator of a high society club.

I climbed the stairs with Aunt.

Upstairs, about twenty people were gathered in small groups, chatting.

A noble who spotted Aunt approached with an “Oh.”

“Lord Arieju!”

“It’s Duke now.”

“Haha, when you get old, your memory gets this bad. Right, Count Arieju.”

After stepping down from her position as Captain of the White Horse Guard, who oversaw the Empress’s protection, my aunt became independent as a branch family of Dubbled and received a title.

What that man just said carried the meaning that she was nothing more than a young upstart from a knight background who led a branch family.

And my aunt’s correction was a warning that he’d pay dearly if he looked down on her.

It was the murderous war of nerves in the Imperial Capital’s social circle that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

People gathered around my aunt.

“Who is this child?”

“My niece.”

“Ah, that…”

Saying that, the man looked me up and down.

“Hello, Marquis Adilbor.”

“You know me?”

“Of course. You’re the Family Head of a meritorious family that contributed to the Empire’s founding. I’ve admired the stories of your many achievements in the Central Knight Order during your youth.”

Marquis Adilbor flinched.

I had praised him by mentioning his family, but bringing up the Knight Order afterward was a rebuke for calling my aunt ‘nothing more than a young upstart from a knight background.’

He was surprised that someone as young as me could use perfect social etiquette.

“My, you look quite young but you’re so clever.”

Other nobles also showed interest in me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Countess Resilla, Count Castol, Marchioness Whisillobang.”

When I greeted them by calling their names precisely, the nobles looked truly surprised.

“How do you know me?”

“I studied various things before coming to the Imperial Capital. I heard that Countess Resilla has the most outstanding sense in the Imperial Capital and is a beautiful lady with brilliant golden hair that seems to hold sunlight. So I thought you must surely be Countess Resilla.”

“How does a Young Lady who just arrived know about my sense? Did today’s dress look good to you?”

“No, it’s because you deliberately stood to the left of Marchioness Whisillobang. Since the Marchioness is holding her staff in her right hand, you came to the left so as not to inconvenience her.”

As I fully displayed my fourth-life social maneuvering skills, smiles appeared on the nobles’ faces.

“How clever indeed.”

Countess Resilla smiled pleasantly and handed me orange juice.

I put on an innocent expression, pretending to be childlike, while grinning inwardly.

‘Good, I’ve won the heart of Countess Resilla, who has the most influence in this club.’

I took the orange juice and went obediently to my aunt’s side.

“Lady Resilla is one of the most skilled people in the social circle. She’s close friends with Empress Yvonne. Even Duke’s Young Ladies aren’t accepted under her wing, but she’s looking at you differently.”

She kept stealing glances at me. Just now she asked another Noble Lady if she knew my social schedule.

‘But she’s not the person I want as my godmother.’

Didn’t she come today?

Just as I was thinking that and looking around,

A woman with thick, wavy dark brown hair was climbing the stairs.

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