The Isolated Marchioness Just Wants to Make a Living - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

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“Miss Brisa gathered us at the training grounds, right?”

“That’s what they say.”

At the Sears Marquis Estate, the knights’ morning was rather noisy.

“Since the marquis is absent, she claims to have command authority over us.”

The knights snorted at those words.

“Ha!”

Brisa Sears.

A haughty and arrogant young girl with the typical feel of an ‘insufferable noble.’

Orders coming from her mouth couldn’t be welcome.

“That… command authority? How ridiculous. How old is that young lady anyway?”

“Twelve years old. But they say her personality is something else.”

The knight order competed in grumbling.

“Did you hear? Three days ago, the marquis personally went to request a conversation… but she wouldn’t even open the door.”

“Ha, she openly insulted him. Calling our marquis a mercenary who grew up among commoners!”

“Would such a young lady even see us as human? Ha, really now.”

The knight order’s dissatisfaction was already overflowing.

After holding the funeral and before departing for the capital, Alpheus expelled the steward who was caught embezzling from the marquis estate.

But as that steward left, he shouted:

“How dare someone with commoner blood mixed in expel me, who has served Sears loyally for so long? Miss Brisa will not forget this!”

At that moment, the knights who had shared life and death with Alpheus realized.

That the people who had lived long at the marquis estate would not accept them.

No, they actually despised them.

A conversation with a relatively neutral maid went as follows:

“A marquis of mercenary origin, honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing. Sears is such a prestigious family.”

“How is that a problem? What exactly is our marquis lacking?”

“Well, for example… the marquis can’t speak any foreign languages, can he? Miss Brisa speaks five languages.”

“Did those foreign languages earn even a penny? Thanks to the current marquis, we paid off urgent debts and gained a knight order as capable as the Imperial Knight Order!”

“But he grew up like a commoner. Miss Brisa graduated second in her class from the Capital Academy. The former marquis wife personally educated her from childhood.”

The financial situation of the Sears Marquis Territory wasn’t very good. Yet the existing maids acting high and mighty seemed absurd to the knights.

“The former marquis wife? Didn’t she have that madness?”

“Watch your words. She is the 5th Princess of the Riente Kingdom.”

“Princess or whatever, do you even know how much debt she accumulated through her extravagance? To pay that off, our Marquis used up all his personal fortune. It’s fortunate he passed away two years ago, because if he had lived any longer, there wouldn’t have been a single grain of wheat left in this manor.”

Meanwhile, Brisa had locked herself in her room for the past three days and hadn’t come out.

Therefore, the Knight Order believed without a doubt that the maids’ disrespect and contempt reflected Brisa’s own intentions.

A noble young lady who had never accomplished anything through her own efforts in her entire life.

A spoiled brat who squandered what little wealth they had attending the Academy in the capital.

A twelve-year-old who could only throw tantrums without objectively understanding the situation.

And yet ‘that’ Brisa had suddenly summoned them.

After everyone had gathered in the training grounds, Vice-Captain Philip stepped forward with a snort.

“This actually works out well. I’ll formally protest this time and break her spirit completely.”

“But she is the young lady of the Marquis family, Vice-Captain. Besides, the Marquis told us absolutely not to cause any problems until he returns from the capital.”

“What would a twelve-year-old know? The problem is the servants around her! I plan to criticize them, not the young lady. Then she’ll have nothing to say.”

Philip lifted his chin.

“The ones who really don’t know their place and lack manners are them, right? In any case, the master of the Marquis Territory is the Marquis! Does it make sense for the servants of the territory to disrespect the Marquis?”

That’s when it happened.

The door opened and Brisa appeared.

Platinum hair flowing to her waist, beautiful sky-blue eyes, an upright posture that suited her dress well.

The twelve-year-old girl walked out into the training grounds at a moderate pace, accompanied by a maid.

“Good day, Lady Brisa. I am Vice-Captain Philip Oris.”

Philip approached her and spoke in a stiff tone.

Brisa stopped walking and stared directly at him.

He blocked her path and continued speaking.

“I’ve been wanting to see you, actually.”

Brisa’s maid looked at him with eyes that said ‘How dare you!’

But Philip didn’t care.

He was a mercenary who didn’t know etiquette well, and his resentment had already built up considerably from watching Captain Alpheus, whom he revered like the heavens, being completely ignored by the maids.

“Your entourage… seems to be full of people who fail to properly assess the situation and only maintain useless pride.”

Surely she would get angry and ask what he meant. Then he would respond logically and firmly…

“You’re right.”

But Brisa answered calmly.

“That’s why I asked to meet with you all.”

Philip was momentarily speechless.

Under the silent gaze of his subordinates, he barely managed to collect himself and said the other words he had prepared.

“I had no idea that listening to the nonsense of those who don’t know their place was your hobby.”

“Well… I do it often, but it’s not a hobby.”

Brisa replied indifferently.

“I’m doing it right now too, but it’s quite tiring. You can’t call something you don’t enjoy a hobby.”

At that moment, his subordinates bowed their heads deeply. They were trying not to laugh.

Only her maid standing behind Brisa was glaring at him with fierce eyes.

The maid’s murderous gaze was so absurd that Philip barely managed to continue speaking.

“By any chance, does the marquis house have no etiquette for reprimanding the rudeness of subordinates?”

“Not necessarily, but when I’m busy, I have no choice but to let it slide.”

Brisa spoke without any change in expression.

“So I’m just going to let it slide for now too.”

In the end, Philip shut his mouth.

Having easily and elegantly stopped the argument, Brisa brushed past him and stood on the platform.

The girl who looked exactly like her brother gazed down at them quietly.

Her cool, sweeping gaze held an unexpected commanding presence. In the tension, the knights who had been standing carelessly suddenly straightened their posture.

What on earth is she planning to say that she gathered everyone?

In the coldly settled atmosphere, she opened her mouth expressionlessly.

“I heard you’re all former mercenaries from various parts of the Empire.”

As expected!

It was about their origins from the start.

This is the same context as what the maids had been whispering about ‘those who don’t know their place’!

The knight order stiffened and looked up at Brisa.

“Is it true that mercenaries will do anything as long as there’s money involved?”

Then Philip gasped and protested.

“Miss! H-how could you… Your words are too harsh.”

Then Brisa was satisfied.

“You’re not saying it’s untrue. Then I’ll give you an order.”

Under the knights’ shocked gazes, the girl raised her small fingers one by one.

“Those who have lived in the regions of Airs, Kiverona, Sejeil, Liberel, and Antvenal for more than 3 years, raise your hands.”

Everyone looked at each other warily.

What exactly are the characteristics of these regions?

Places where criminals hide?

Places with bandits?

Places where identity laundering is easy?

Is she telling people who lived in these regions to leave the knight order?

Nevertheless, since it was an ‘order’, several people slowly raised their hands.

It was quite a large number. Philip was also one of them.

Brisa had them come forward.

In front of them, who were extremely tense, she asked very solemnly.

“Among you, who has experience growing potatoes?”

Once again, silence fell.

Brisa added seriously.

“The places I mentioned are major potato-producing regions in the Empire. You people have lived there for quite a long time, so surely one of you has experience?”

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