The Isolated Marchioness Just Wants to Make a Living - Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

 

I chimed in as well.

 

“Besides, if they hadn’t spread it out, the field would have frozen. Scattering and burying it was the best option.”

 

“Damn it!”

 

Gillab jumped up.

 

“Those damn Dark Mages are in the Eastern Region too? You’re saying those bastards have set foot in the Eastern Region as well? Huh?”

 

The person who answered that question was Alpheus.

 

“There were quite a lot of them, actually? I, um, cut quite a few necks while passing through the Eastern Region on my way to the Central Region.”

 

The cheerful literary youth spoke calmly as if he had been cutting rice stalks.

 

“Killing them on sight contributes to world peace, after all.”

 

This was news to me as well. But it seemed like a good opportunity to show off Alpheus’s skills in front of the other boys.

 

If his noble aristocrat image was ruined, going for a war demon image wouldn’t be bad either.

 

“Really? And what did you do then?”

 

Judging by his current tone, wouldn’t he have mercilessly burned or drowned them?

 

He looks so carefree like this, but if I could show that he’s actually a cruel person…

 

Alpheus answered brightly.

 

“I searched their pouches. We were always short on food.”

 

I shouldn’t have asked.

 

“I shook them down for every single coin.”

 

Those coins had now gone to the tomato farmers who lent us shovels.

 

Alpheus looked around and muttered to himself.

 

“But it seems the monsters in the Eastern Region appear at sea instead of on the plains? I was surprised because there was a monster singing there.”

 

“Hah…”

 

At that moment, Gillab interrupted Alpheus and let out a deep sigh.

 

“This is really serious. Even the Eastern Region… Hah… Father and my elder brothers will be greatly worried. When they hear such tragic news. Sigh.”

 

“But there’s also news about Magic Stones. The price of one Magic Stone is enormous, and now there are so many of them…”

 

“That’s true. Thanks, Brisa. For bringing that up.”

 

“Right. Speaking of that very topic.”

 

There was a reason I deliberately brought up that subject.

 

I asked haughtily.

 

“What ratio will you give us?”

 

“…Huh?”

 

“I’m the one who found out about it. The existence of Magic Stones. Each one should be worth at least 1,000 gold.”

 

Alpheus immediately reacted to those words.

 

“What? 1,000 gold?”

 

The marquis who treasured every single coin was shocked.

 

I boldly demanded.

 

“We want at least 10 percent. Just pay us in Magic Stones right now.”

 

“…”

 

A moment of silence passed.

 

Alpheus laughed cheerfully.

 

“As expected of our little sister, so kind! Only 10 percent! We could have just kept our mouths shut and, well, dug it all up and taken it tonight! Ahahahahaha!”

 

It was quite a change of heart from the marquis who had trembled even when borrowing a single shovel.

 

Gillab muttered uncertainly.

 

“I, I’ll talk to Father about it. I don’t have the authority for now….”

 

“Really?”

 

I raised an eyebrow.

 

“I’ve done this much for you, and now I’m supposed to back down after just hearing ‘I’ll talk to Father’?”

 

Since our begging to the Second Prince had failed, we were in a position where every penny mattered. We absolutely couldn’t just do good deeds for others and return empty-handed.

 

Gillab hesitated for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said.

 

“Then, then… how about everyone goes to the Duke’s Estate for now?”

 

After saying it, it seemed reasonable to him, as he lifted his chin again with a confident expression.

 

“As a token of gratitude to everyone, I’ll formally invite you to dinner. Let’s meet Father then and discuss it together.”

 

It was the most orthodox method.

 

We absolutely had to get at least a verbal promise from the head of the family. It was too much money to compromise on.

 

“Well, then how about we send the luggage cart from here to the Warp in Nogen Ducal Territory first, and we temporarily move to the Duke’s Estate.”

 

Baron Forman suggested, representing the Western Region people.

 

“Actually, we also had things we wanted to ask the Duke about. Regarding the Dark Mage.”

 

The information agent was faithful to his duty.

 

Alpheus also answered cheerfully.

 

“These amazing coincidences and precious connections that flow differently from our plans are the charm of travel!”

 

We had essentially agreed as well. Then the maid behind me quickly took something out from her bosom along with a pen and handed it to me.

 

‘Ah….’

 

I sighed inwardly, took the pen, and scribbled briefly. For now, this had higher mutual satisfaction than giving the maids their wages.

 

‘I really don’t want to give something like this to Gillab….’

 

It was more painful than when I gave the dinner invitation to Baron Forman.

 

I filled in the blanks with a sorrowful heart.

 

[To the esteemed (Gillab Divostan)

 

We are grateful for your noble invitation to (dinner) and

 

express our intention to attend with joy.

 

Thinking of the (dinner) we will share

 

in dignified exchange and refined hospitality,

 

our hearts are filled with excitement.

 

We will visit you at the appointed time with proper courtesy.

 

With deep respect and sincere gratitude

 

(Alpheus Sears, Brisa Sears)]

 

Soon the maid handed my reply letter accepting the dinner invitation to Gillab.

 

Gillab lifted his chin and gracefully received the reply letter.

 

“Thank you, Brisa.”

 

It was as expected. Sadly, I had hit Gillab’s preferences right on target.

 

‘I didn’t want to write such a reply letter because I hate seeing that pleased expression.’

 

The arrogant boy was even more satisfied than my maid.

 

“I’ll do my best to match your dignity.”

 

Leopold said something from behind.

 

“How dare you invite someone to the Duke’s Estate without presenting a formal dinner invitation card… You’ll have to work tirelessly to match Sears’ dignity, Gillab.”

 

“I, I, I was in a hurry!”

 

Gillab shouted back.

 

“I, I’ll prepare it soon!”

 

This time my maid was satisfied.

 

Of course, Leopold who succeeded in teasing him and I who was watching it were also satisfied.

 

* * *

 

After clearing away some of the magic stones, Warp worked normally.

 

We first sent the luggage cart and knights to Nogen Ducal Territory through Warp. After that, only the minimum personnel remained to wait for the carriage in the vicinity.

 

Soon the Eastern Region knights arrived after receiving Gillab’s contact.

 

Magic stones are worth tremendous money. Therefore, with the determination not to miss even a single one, the knights began to overturn the entire tomato field.

 

Brisa was looking at the tomatoes with an unreadable expression.

 

“What’s wrong, Brisa? Does your heart ache seeing them roughly tear up the plump and beautiful tomatoes that were living just fine, all for money?”

 

To Alpheus’s words, Brisa answered calmly.

 

“The farmers planted tomatoes for money too. They’ll be happy when they receive compensation.”

 

Even so, she let out a sigh.

 

“…In their heads.”

 

Her gaze was directed toward the roots of the fallen tomatoes.

 

“But not in their hearts.”

 

Alpheus quietly stroked Brisa’s head.

 

In some ways, Brisa and Gillab’s attitudes and expressions were quite similar.

 

They rarely smiled, were proud, extremely aristocratic, and somewhat arrogant.

 

However, there was something fundamentally different. Alpheus wanted to express that ‘difference.’

 

“The complete warmth that exists deep in your heart, that beautiful goodwill that clearly beats…”

 

Brisa shuddered and glared at him.

 

“Wistful expressions are forbidden.”

 

Brisa said sternly.

 

“I’m already feeling a bit troubled as it is.”

 

“No, why is our Brib… no, why is Brisa troubled? Hm? It’s because of the tomatoes after all, right? You’re just too embarrassed to say it, right? If your big brother, no, if I comfort you, um, could you feel less troubled?”

 

“Maybe?”

 

Brisa answered calmly.

 

“Because I think my anxiety would turn into annoyance.”

 

In truth, she was feeling anxious about thoughts of the original story.

 

One of the founding families, Divostan of the Eastern Region.

 

They were a family that, along with Nogen of the Western Region, still preserved the special ability 【Nullification】.

 

So their pride was extremely high. They were different from Nogen, who valued leisure and composure as virtues. Because they were a family that valued history, tradition, special abilities, and bloodline far more than the Western Region.

 

‘They were originally a family that opposed Alpheus anyway.’

 

In the original story, after Brisa’s death, Alpheus came into conflict with his uncle, Baron Hawin, over the question of who was more suited to the name of Sears.

 

Legally, Alpheus was the rightful direct heir, but he had half commoner blood mixed in him.

 

‘The Eastern Region would side with Baron Hawin, saying that essence is more important than law.’

 

Now that Baron Hawin’s family had all been eliminated, she thought there wouldn’t be much to conflict over…

 

‘But seeing how things are going, that doesn’t seem to be the case.’

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