The Isolated Marchioness Just Wants to Make a Living - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77

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About two months later from that point.

It wasn’t harvest time yet, but the outcome had already been decided.

After a sudden downpour swept through, all the wheat in Dahlia’s field collapsed in a heap.

“It’s lodging. That’s why planting tall wheat is a bad idea.”

Brisa shrugged her shoulders upon hearing the news.

“When lodging happens like that, the harvest yield decreases tremendously. Plus, the soil condition probably wasn’t very good either.”

Leopold, who was listening, said “I don’t really understand.”

“Hmm.”

“Since it was a field that used to grow tomatoes, it would have been lacking in nitrogen, and there was even a high possibility that fungal spores remained.”

“Brisa?”

“Actually, it was a more advantageous fight for us. The herb field doesn’t have many fungal spores.”

“Hey, Brisa.”

“Dahlia probably didn’t know that and just cleaned up the surface thinking ‘it looks clean so it should be fine.’ Leopold, I know you don’t understand any of this, so please just stay quiet and listen. I don’t want to explain it more simply right now because I want to show off.”

Of course, since the sowing was early and the soil temperature was appropriate, Dahlia’s wheat grew better at first.

Moreover, she poured on fertilizer and water, but too much fertilizer tends to have the opposite effect.

Too much water also interferes with root respiration. So even the remaining grain looked low in density and light.

Brisa carefully wrote a letter.

To Dahlia Hawin

The late downpour and strong winds make for quite impressive weather.

The weather was so wonderful that all your wheat fell over, didn’t it?

I’ll send a society journalist, so tell them your Sears ability is fake.

And make sure to declare your defeat to the Duchess of Dibosthan as well.

And since I’m being considerate by ending this quickly for you, use the remaining time to practice pronouncing the Western ‘po’ sound.

Brisa Sears

Dahlia’s hands trembled violently after reading that letter.

She eventually wrote a letter seeking advice from the Duchess of Dibosthan, but there was no reply.

She tried to rush to Duke Dibostane’s house, but even the door wouldn’t open.

“The Duchess is currently away.”

Only the butler’s cold words continued.

“This is ridiculous… This is ridiculous!”

Dahlia screamed in protest, but no one listened to her.

After enduring like this for several days.

Brisa gave her no more time.

“Now.”

She appeared at her field, bringing not only the Society Journalist, but also Leopold and Alpheus.

“Admit it, now.”

Brisa said, glaring at her.

“Even if it’s someone else’s land, it’s too precious to waste by continuing like this.”

Strong winds had blown again, and all her wheat had fallen over.

Originally, she couldn’t have had any interest in something like farming.

But wasn’t farming just about plowing the field quickly, planting strong and good seeds, and giving them plenty of water?

As long as the Giant Ants, who were much stronger and more diligent than humans, followed her commands, she thought everything would go well.

“Say it.”

Brisa commanded arrogantly with her chin raised.

“That you lied.”

People murmured as they looked at her.

This wasn’t her land to begin with. She had no allies.

As Dahlia just trembled, Alpheus stepped forward.

“Um, cousin?”

He was holding large sacks, as if he had come from farming.

With that ridiculous appearance, he rolled his eyes and spoke carefully.

“Everyone can make mistakes when they’re young. It’s okay to admit you lied. It’s not shameful. Life is still long, and if you live each day with a repentant heart…”

The sincere forgiveness and guidance had the opposite effect.

“Shut up!”

Dahlia shouted in anger.

“With your dirty mixed blood, who are you to tell me what to do?”

Then Brisa calmly replied.

“To a loser.”

Since it wasn’t wrong, there was nothing to say back. So Dahlia changed the direction of her criticism.

“Your Mother is crazy, isn’t she.”

She laughed and glared at Brisa.

“I know everything. After your Butler was kicked out, he came to our Baron Estate and told us everything. Your Mother was locked up every night, wailing, right?”

Brisa’s eyes wavered for a moment.

Dahlia didn’t miss that expression.

“Five years ago, to hide that fact, you spent all your meager savings to manipulate public opinion, right? My goodness, where else would you find someone who spends money to spread rumors that they’re not crazy? How ridiculous, don’t you think? Aren’t you already crazy too?”

Alpheus was about to step forward indignantly.

Brisa blocked Alpheus and stepped forward.

“Yeah. How did you know? It’s been about half a year now.”

Surprisingly, she was calm.

“Still, you recognized me after seeing my face a few times when we were young? I’ll give you credit for that. You had an exceptional talent for observation rather than pronouncing ‘Po’ or wheat farming.”

Everyone thought it was elegant mockery using irony. Dahlia thought the same.

“This is really until the very end…!”

Along with Dahlia’s rage, giant ants rushed toward them.

Dahlia knew how amazing her ants were. Their speed had increased in proportion to their size. It was obvious that no attack speed could keep up with her ants.

Leopold’s presence wasn’t scary at all either. Surely the person who gave her the special ability had said this.

“The Western Region’s 【Air Strike】? This is even better than that. Because the speed is much faster.”

The giant ants rushed forward without fear of anything…

That’s when it happened.

“Really now.”

With a languid voice and a swoosh, the ants’ heads flew off in unison. Leopold had used Air Strike.

“That’s impossible!”

Dahlia blinked as she looked at the ants that had fallen miserably.

“Surely, surely they said it was faster than Air Strike…”

“Ah, they were definitely fast. If they had rushed at us like that, we would have all been dead.”

Leopold nodded his head.

“But the ants backed away at the crucial moment.”

At the same time, mint leaves fluttered down in front of them. The sack that Alpheus was carrying had been full of mint leaves.

“Ants hate the scent of mint. So I prepared this. I thought even the fastest monsters would hesitate.”

Brisa spoke calmly without showing any tension.

“I thought you’d make exactly the same choice as last time. Stupidly.”

The same choice.

Targeting someone’s life in front of all the witnesses.

She had attacked thinking it was do-or-die anyway, but she hadn’t expected it to be blocked so easily.

“Will you send her to the Western Court, Leopold?”

Brisa asked with a face that was even bored.

But her legs were trembling slightly. Ever since Dahlia had mentioned her mother earlier.

She had just not shown it.

Brisa maintained her composure until the end with a haughty voice.

“I’d like them to handle it there.”

That’s when it happened.

“That might be a bit difficult?”

A cheerful voice was heard from behind. Everyone quickly turned their heads.

Among the gathered farmers, a boy with dark reddish-gold hair reaching his shoulders walked forward with a grin.

“This one should be sent to the Magic Tower, not the court.”

His red eyes glowed mysteriously in his snow-white skin.

Though he was dressed in clothes that commoners would wear and comfortable shoes, his appearance was so striking that everyone held their breath watching him.

Even Dahlia, who had been screaming, stared at him blankly with unfocused eyes.

The boy declared theatrically, as if accustomed to such attention.

“I can sense the aura of dark magic.”

Brisa’s eyes widened.

“Harrison?”

“It’s been a while, Brisa.”

He walked over confidently and looked at Leopold with a grin.

“It’s been a while for you too, Leo.”

“The nickname is a bit burdensome.”

“I guess it should have been even longer. Could you at least pretend to be happy to see me?”

Despite his words, the two were quite close. They had been roommates for a year during their Academy days.

Harrison frowned and kicked the ant monster’s corpse with his foot.

“There’s a strong smell of experimentation here. You must send this to the Magic Tower Master for investigation.”

“Is that okay?”

Brisa asked suspiciously.

“If we request an investigation based on your opinion, won’t you get dragged away? Do you think the Magic Tower Master would leave alone a talent who can recognize dark magic at first sight?”

“It’s fine.”

Harrison declared dramatically, stretching both arms up high.

“I’m over fifteen now! I don’t have to hide my power anymore!”

“Really?”

Leopold asked sullenly.

“So it turns out you had talent in magic?”

“That’s right! That’s my secret. You didn’t know either, did you? Well, shall I show you some amazing magic to commemorate?”

“That would be appreciated. Could you perhaps cast a spell to turn time back to the past right now?”

“What? Why? Do you have some happy times you want to return to?”

“Yes, the time when you were hiding your power.”

Leopold sighed.

“I only now realize how good those times were.”

Meanwhile, Dahlia was being restrained by the knights.

She cried out the name of the Duchess of Dibosthan at the top of her lungs, but no one came to help her.

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