The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 304
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Part 2, Chapter 102
The marriage of Trevia Mesita and Raphael Jenail.
I could immediately understand what that union meant.
Spolia intends to use the treaty as an excuse to obtain Raphael’s child, and if it pleases him, have them join the divine knights. Just as it was with Dunain, who was born from his relationship with Rien…
‘He’s going to do the same thing to Raphael?’
In an instant, I felt anger surge to the top of my head. I instinctively rose from the sofa and declared to Count Rosebel.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go and raise hell.”
“That won’t do.”
It was a firm denial, as if there was nothing more worth hearing.
Ah, right. I just jumped to conclusions without thinking it through. I proposed a slightly more delicate plan.
“How about kidnapping the bride?”
Amusement and interest clearly gleamed in Lu’s eyes as he looked at me. Why is he pleased? Is this also similar to his preference for breaking down doors?
However, Count Rosebel was different. He quietly reprimanded me with the same eyes he used to scold me greatly during the Magical War when I was fearless and thoughtless.
“That also won’t do. In the first place, I received a request from Duke Raphael to inform you as late as possible, and to stop you from attending the ceremony even if I had to grab your trouser legs.”
The 70-year treaty.
A peace agreement where once every 70 years, a state marriage must be held between Kontaninos’s consul and Pen Rota’s royalty, or between Pen Rota’s emperor and a blood relative of the Kontaninos consul.
This year’s agreement, due to interests involved, had no choice but to be a state marriage between the consul and Natasha.
During Rien’s rise to power, they designated me instead of regent Natasha, but even with Rien now missing, it wasn’t a situation where Natasha could leave for Kontaninos.
‘The Crown Prince is too young, so Natasha will have to handle state affairs for at least another 7 years.’
Originally, both I and Raphael are prohibited from marrying foreigners under military law, but given the circumstances, they seemed to be planning to amend part of the law. In the end, either I or Raphael had no choice but to substitute.
However, this too was a predetermined matter.
Since I, as a woman, couldn’t spend the wedding night with Mesita’s Trevia, Raphael had to be chosen to maintain the peace agreement.
‘Yes, I know that much…’
But knowing Spolia’s true intentions, I couldn’t accept it gracefully.
‘That damn perverted bastard’s intentions are obvious. He’ll definitely pretend to be Trevia and spend the wedding night with Raphael.’
Unaware of my worries, Count Rosebel spoke in a frighteningly firm voice.
“It’s no use racking your brain. You absolutely! cannot attend Duke Raphael’s wedding, not even a hair of yours.”
His attitude of threatening to cut off my head if I refused made me stubborn.
“Why? Why exactly? Do you think I’m a complete fool? I immediately realized that he’s marrying Mesita in my place. But how can I just stand by and watch?”
“That’s exactly the point.”
Huuu. After exhaling smoke for a long time, he shook his head with even more sunken eyes.
“Just watch, Weatherwax Baroness. It’s what Duke Raphael chose, and we all know that choice is for the best. It’s no longer something for you to interfere with.”
It’s the path Raphael chose, so don’t interfere and just watch.
Though frustrating, it was advice that was hard to refute. Since I had walked my own path and Raphael had respected that choice (even while bursting with frustration), I should rightfully do the same.
…Did you think I’d say that?
‘Naive Raphael!’
You don’t know how grotesquely monstrous a god Spolia is! I didn’t care about his relationship with Rien, but I couldn’t let him look down on Raphael, my precious friend.
‘If I can’t interfere as Weatherwax Baroness or as Andert Pager…’
I’ll just create a third identity.
Since I’m originally a person without roots, I can become anyone. Being rootless was both my specialty and hobby.
Pretending to be deeply troubled, I scratched my chin and asked Count Rosebel.
“When will you return to Pen Rota after leaving for the ceremony?”
“In 2 years. If unlucky, it could be longer.”
“Because of heirs?”
“That’s right. Mesita’s Trevia is essentially the person who will become the head of the Mesita family. So if they become married, they’ll need two heirs total – one for Mesita and one for Jenail.”
“If a second child isn’t born…”
“There was already much talk about that. There were rumors that Legion was trying to keep Duke Raphael there. But if the period gets too long, he’ll give up on the heir and return, so don’t worry.”
How could I not worry.
“Does it have to be Raphael? Why not just send Count Raghwirten? He’s also in the same situation of being unmarried.”
Count Rosebel, who had put out his cigar, shook his head.
“Impossible. Compared to Raghwirten, the status of head of the Mesita family is too high. Considering that status, there’s virtually no one in the current situation who could replace Duke Raphael.”
If there were people evaluated as comparable to or just below Raphael’s honor and power, it would be the three: the Sword Saint, Count Rosebel, and Duke Kalpenweber.
However, the Sword Saint is the sword that protects the Emperor so foreign marriage is impossible, Count Rosebel’s only remaining heir is already married, and Duke Kalpenweber only has daughters, not sons, so virtually no one could substitute.
Count Rosebel suddenly widened his eyes and glared at me.
“Let me ask, no… warn you once more, Weatherwax Baroness. Absolutely! You must absolutely not show your face at this state marriage.”
“…”
“After the honor medal ceremony ends, quietly enjoy the banquet, then return here to Midwintry and just have fun. Understood?”
“…”
“Answer me!”
“Yes.”
Count Rosebel, who had been watching me with suspicious eyes, hurriedly left the estate saying he had to go to the capital before it got too late.
With this, the future schedule was roughly decided.
‘After the ceremony and banquet end, I’ll go back to the republic.’
…But how do I interfere once I’m there?
No matter what, I couldn’t destroy the ’70-year treaty’ based on my personal will. At minimum, I had to be careful not to cause problems for the international relations between the two countries.
In the end, the root of the problem lies with Spolia.
He even tried to target me from inside the wall of fire, so whatever way I retaliate shouldn’t be strange…
“This Raphael person must be quite precious to you?”
At the sudden question, my head automatically turned.
The owner of the voice was Lu.
He was carelessly flipping through the newspaper on the table, but no emotion could be seen on his face.
I recalled the moment when he once said he would kill Raphael, but thinking he’d be fine with it now, I answered comfortably.
“Yeah. We spent a full 10 years together on the battlefield, going through life and death. I owe Raphael many debts that can’t be erased.”
“More than me?”
“…Are you talking about debts?”
Lu answered composedly.
“No. I’m asking if that human Raphael is more precious to you than I am.”
So suddenly?
What could be his intention in asking such a question? If it were the old Lu, I would have clicked my tongue saying he was being cutely jealous again, but the current Lu isn’t that kind of Lu, so it’s only suspicious.
‘Did I… ever tell the current Lu that he’s the most precious thing in the world to me?’
So is he trying to confirm whether those words were empty or not? And if they were empty words, would my trustworthiness decrease?
But according to my memory, I only appealed that ‘we have a special relationship’… If that’s true, then saying ‘you’re the most precious in the world’ might unnecessarily burden Lu…
After repeated deliberation in a short time, I came up with the most rational answer.
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