High Society - Chapter 1 (1/180)

Chapter 1

01. La donna e mobile

“Please take me.”

At Adèle’s words, the man’s perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. It was only
then that Adèle realized what she had just said.

Oh my God. What did I just say?

Adèle’s face turned pale.

Beg for forgiveness right now, Adèle Bibi, and say you misspoke.

But contrary to her thoughts, her mouth calmly uttered the next words.

“Please assign me to the role you mentioned. Take me. I will become the
most expensive lady in Santnar.”

Sweat beaded in her palms, dampening the shoe-shining cloth she was
holding.

That’s how desperate she was. The question was whether that desperation
reached the man in front of her.

“…”

The man had hair as dark and blue as the night sea. His blue hair,
resembling the sea or perhaps bronze, suited his distinct features perfectly.
The man, who had been staring at Adèle blankly, quietly took a puff of his
cigar.

The most leisurely smoke rose. Adèle could soon smell the scent of
almonds and dark chocolate.

Did he not hear?

“I…”

Just as Adèle was about to speak again, she met the cold golden eyes
through the smoke.

Her breath stopped.

The man’s eyes were a fresh, sharp gold. Thanks to his refreshing gaze, they
seemed like the summer sun.

However, mere color was not enough to hide his ruthlessness.

He seemed to be a person who had taken only dignity from the sun and
thrown away all the warm parts. Those were his eyes.

He was a man who had received the utmost love from fate and from God.

A phrase often used by gossipers to describe the ‘Cesare Bonaparte’ in front

of her. Adèle instantly agreed.

Cesare Bonaparte.

A man who, at such a young age, had already become a priore of the
Signoria.

On his father’s side, he inherited the blood of the grand nobles, the
Bonapartes, and on his mother’s side, he was royalty from the Orqueenia
across the sea.

Even by blood alone, no one in Santnar could match him, and fate and God
had also bestowed upon him an outstanding appearance.
A man whom all the ladies of Santnar longed for and all the gentlemen
envied.

Adèle belatedly realized how ridiculous her actions had been. Her dirty
clothes, stained with shoe polish, became drenched with cold sweat.

But even if she could turn back time, Adèle would have made the same
choice.

“I need a woman.”

The moment she heard his words to his friend.

“A woman to deceive Della Valle by pretending to be a Bonaparte.”

Adèle realized it was the last chance given by the sea goddess. She was that
desperate.

“Abel. I hear you’re actually a girl?”

The spiteful voice of old Nino was still vivid in her ears.

Old Nino was the elder overseeing the street shoeshine gang. Any shoe
shiner in Fornatie had to work under him.

“You’ve fooled us well until now. Damn girl. Are you really mute?”

“…”

“Whatever you are, you’d better watch out. I’m not one to show mercy to
girls. If you can’t pay the protection fee, be prepared for the consequences.”

His greasy gaze that swept over her chest.

Eventually, she got caught. Not only that she wasn’t a man but also that she
wasn’t mute.

Everyone knew that old Nino had connections with the pimp in the back
alleys of the slum, Kimora.
Adèle could easily imagine her future being dragged into those back alleys.

If only she could pay the protection fee, she could avoid it, but from that
day on, other shoe shiners stopped including her as if by agreement.

She survived on a single piece of black barley bread for several days.
Today, she hadn’t eaten even that. But the money was far from enough, and
tomorrow was the deadline for the protection fee payment.

When Adèle got to shine the shoes of the head of the Bonaparte family at
the Sanzarina Plaza, she sincerely thanked the sea goddess.

And when she realized that the goddess’s blessing wasn’t merely a few gold
coins, her heart pounded.

“Are you serious? You really want to deceive Della Valle?”

“We’re already looking for a suitable woman. Searching through fallen

nobles, but it’s not easy.”

“I knew you were crazy, but I didn’t think it was to this extent.”

To Adèle, it sounded like madness.

But to a desperate shoe shiner on the verge of going mad, it was like divine
revelation.

You can do it.

The moment Cesare finished speaking, a small whisper filled Adèle’s mind,
pushing her forward.

“I will be sold.”

Adèle threw her life away.

***
Cesare narrowed his eyes slightly, as if measuring something. Even the
slight wrinkles around his eyes looked as if drawn with a fine brush.

In the next moment, the man with the perfectly handsome face spoke.

“Are you a virgin?”

His golden eyes blinked lazily as he asked. It was a clean gaze, devoid of
any vulgarity.

Thanks to that, Adèle immediately understood the intent of the question.

“I am a virgin.”

“Hmm.”

Cesare, who had hoped Adèle would withdraw herself, frowned and
laughed.

“It’s surprising that a shoe shiner in Fornatie knows what chastity is.”

Though his words could have sounded sarcastic, his tone was not
aggressive.

Adèle, who hesitated for a moment, replied.

“I think I know better than Giacomo.”

Cesare burst into laughter.

Giacomo was famous as a playboy of the century and was a nobleman.

It meant that status doesn’t make one different.

“I don’t know it myself.”

The prodigal son of Bonaparte spoke in a cheerful tone. His smile remained
on his lips.
Adèle couldn’t help but notice that his smile was, as rumored, no, even
more charming.

The deep dimples that matched his large mouth, the eye smile that hid his
cold gaze, and the small, coy tear mole at the end of that eye smile.

Even with such incompatible elements gathered, he was terrifyingly

attractive. It was understandable why so many ladies longed for him.

“Did you hear that, Jude? This shoe shiner seems to speak better than
Lucrezia.”

The splendid man spoke to his friend sitting beside him.

“Miss Della Valle only stutters in front of you, Cesare.”

“I am quite charming. But that doesn’t mean she’s not a fool.”

Cesare said, puffing on his cigar.

The man sitting next to him, Jude, laughed incredulously.

“She should know that your character is like this.”

Jude. Jude Rossi.

He was someone Adèle also knew. The newspapers usually introduced him
as ‘Cesare’s friend.’

But the one easily overlooked was also the heir of the great noble family
Rossi in Fornatie.

The heir of the Rossi family, who had neatly swept back his brown hair
without leaving a single strand, finally turned to Adèle.

“Miss, are you really willing to be part of this scam?”

“My name is Adèle Bibi. And yes, if you let me.”

Jude Rossi’s green eyes gleamed with disbelief.

“Miss Adèle Bibi. Cesare may not have said it, but this isn’t an easy task.
I’m not doubting your intelligence, but are you sure you understand the
situation?”

It was definitely noble-like to say everything while claiming not to doubt

her.

Adèle glanced at Cesare before answering.

The prodigal son of Bonaparte was watching their conversation with his
typically cold eyes but with a pretense of amusement.

Thinking that dealing with Jude Rossi would be better, Adèle spoke clearly.

“First, I apologize for eavesdropping. Then, may I tell you what I heard to
check if it’s correct?”

“Huh… Well, go ahead.”

“The origin is an agreement between the Bonaparte and Della Valle

families.”

Adèle continued, careful not to let her voice crack.

“Long ago, the heads of the Bonaparte and Della Valle families made a
promise. To marry Bonaparte’s daughter to Della Valle’s son.”

“Yes, they did.”

“But the marriage did not take place at that time, and the promise has been
passed down in written form.”

[Footnotes]

1) A phrase used by Machiavelli, the author of “The Prince,” to describe

Lorenzo de Medici.
***

[NOTE]

“La donna è mobile” is an Italian phrase that translates to “Woman is

fickle” in English. This phrase is from a famous aria in Giuseppe Verdi’s
opera “Rigoletto.” The aria is sung by the Duke of Mantua and reflects his
cynical view of women’s inconstancy and unpredictability.

The full line “La donna è mobile, qual piuma al vento” translates to
“Woman is fickle, like a feather in the wind.”

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Chapter 2

“Alright, and then?”

“Then, the Della Valle family suddenly demanded that the promise be kept.
However…”

Adèle’s gaze briefly turned to Cesare.

“Currently, there is no daughter in the direct line of the Bonaparte family,

and Della Valle demanded a son instead. And Mr. Cesare Bonaparte here
needs a woman to fulfill the promise.”

Jude turned to Cesare. He looked as if he was in big trouble because he

couldn’t find any flaws.

Cesare, who had been smoking a cigar the whole time, finally spoke.

“Do you know why they suddenly brought up the promise?”

It was a light question, but one that couldn’t be answered without reading
the newspaper.

Adèle answered without hesitation.

“I think it was planned by Ms. Lucrezia Della Valle, who wishes to marry
you.”

Indeed.
Lucrezia Della Valle, the beloved youngest daughter of the Della Valle
family.

Even the stray cats in Fornatie knew that she was in love with Cesare.

Cesare’s lips curved into a beautiful smile at Adèle’s answer.

“My goodness. Even a shoe shiner in Fornatie knows about Lucrezia’s

crazy plans.”

There wasn’t a pound of respect for the lady in his expression, but that
didn’t matter to Adèle.

What mattered was that Cesare needed a woman.

And that she would rather be sold to a noble family than be sold to a
brothel.

“I don’t think you want to marry her. But the promise between the families
is sacred, and you want to get rid of it now.”

“So?”

Apart from the faint smile, his golden eyes were remarkably cold as he
looked at Adèle.

“So sell me.”

Adèle did not avoid his gaze.

“I will be sold to Della Valle as the daughter of Bonaparte. Then you won’t
have to marry her, will you?”

The man who was claimed to have received the utmost love from fate and
God stared silently at the woman in front of him.

Hmm.

He took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled softly.

Is this really a woman?

His scrutinizing gaze turned to the woman.

Her hat was so oversized that it looked like it could fit two heads, and her
face was rough and bumpy.

She was beyond ugly; she didn’t even look human.

If it weren’t for her clearly resonant voice, he wouldn’t have thought she
was a woman at all.

Yes, she spoke well. She seemed to have a working brain, too.

But that was all.

The country of Santnar, made up of two main islands and dozens of small
ones, valued the virtue of ‘Bella Figura.’

It meant being beautiful and attractive in every way.

In that sense, Adèle Bibi was disqualified from the preliminaries.

“It won’t work.”

At Cesare’s words, Adèle Bibi slowly held her breath.

She seemed like she was going to ask why, so Cesare laughed lightly,
tapping his chin.

“Adèle Bibi. To be sold, at least you should look good, don’t you think?”

He thought she would back off on her own at this point.

“Ah.”

But instead of backing off, Adèle Bibi suddenly grabbed her hat.

“I see. Just a moment.”

Cesare didn’t even have time to feel puzzled before Adèle whipped off her
hat.

In an instant, the hair contained within the hat cascaded down like a
waterfall.

Her hair, shimmering with a silky luster, began to sparkle haphazardly

under the sunlight of Fornatie.

Hair as smooth as silk.

Thick hair with green highlights on a black base.

Even Cesare, who had seen the most beautiful things in Fornatie, was
momentarily speechless.

“Splendid hair!”

Jude exclaimed beside him. Jude, who loved art and beauty, had green eyes
that sparkled with curiosity.

“Like a mermaid’s hair. Did you take special care of it?”

“Sometimes I used fish oil.”

“Just that? Impressive. And it resembles…”

Jude looked back and forth between Cesare and Adèle’s hair.

“…it resembles yours! Ah, of course, the undertones are different, but both
have the luster of black pearls. It’s amazing. Now that I see, this lady’s eyes
are golden too. Or are they more like honey?”

“Are you comparing me to a shoe shiner?”

Cesare said, frowning while holding the cigar in his mouth.

“No man falls in love with a woman’s hair alone.”

“Wait a moment.”

It was Adèle who answered. Before Cesare could permit, she started wiping
her face with her dirty clothes.

No, it was more like she was peeling it off.

“Huh?”

Jude let out a strange sound as Adèle’s thick mask-like layer fell off with a
harsh sound. It smelled strongly of shoe polish.

Eventually, when a surprisingly slender and elegant face appeared from

underneath, Cesare couldn’t help but click his tongue.

“Hah.”

Indeed, she was beautiful enough to pose as a Bonaparte.

A smooth jawline, perfect almond-shaped eyes, and nearly symmetrical

features.

A face that was the epitome of beauty, and surprisingly, Adèle had an aura
that didn’t quite match her face.

There are people like that sometimes. Those who seem born to seduce the
opposite sex.

Cesare was like that, and so was Adèle in front of him.

“…”

Cesare took another deep drag on his cigar and exhaled with a sigh.

Jude, beside him, spoke in an excited voice.

“With this, it seems more than doable, don’t you think, Cesare?”

“…”
He wasn’t wrong. In terms of appearance alone, the woman in front of him
was ideal for his purpose.

With her looks, even if he took her and taught her just enough to present her
in society, he was confident that people would overlook minor flaws,
blinded by her beauty.

Knowing her own beauty, Adèle spoke calmly.

“I forgot to clean it off.”

She had considerable guts too.

Cesare covered his mouth with the hand holding the cigar. In a short time,
an intense battle of thoughts raged in his head.

But he soon shook his head.

“It’s impossible.”

“Why!”

Jude exclaimed.

Cesare lowered his gaze coldly.

“She’s uneducated.”

The reason he had been looking for a fallen noble’s daughter to fulfill the
promise with Della Valle was simple. They were easier to educate.

“She wouldn’t know the six arts, and she probably has no manners. Can she
even speak foreign languages?”

“But she’s beautiful!”

“Looks aren’t everything.”

“You saying that with your face holds no credibility!”

“True enough.”

Cesare leaned back in his chair, as if he had nothing more to see.

“To sell her to Della Valle, she needs to have something in her head. They
are a family of scholars.”

“Ugh…”

Jude groaned. There was nothing wrong with Cesare’s words.

This should make her back off on her own.

Cesare thought as he put down his cigar.

“You’re right about everything.”

Adèle spoke.

At her calm confession, Cesare’s gaze turned to her.

“I haven’t received any formal education. But I’ve made efforts within my
means.”

She’s more tenacious than I thought. Cesare frowned and smiled.

“What efforts? Efforts to shine shoes?”

“Well, I did make efforts to frequent the Fornatie City Library.”

“Reading a few books is all.”

“And I can speak Drinang and Algeais.”

Cesare was speechless at the Algeais that flowed from her mouth as if she
had been waiting for this moment.

“Impressive!”
On the other hand, Jude was thrilled. He seemed to find it astonishing that
this beautiful shoe shiner could speak a foreign language.

“That too, from books?”

“I learned conversation from foreigners on the streets and grammar from

books.”

“There are people who know Algeais on the streets?”

“Fornatie has a high influx of foreigners, and many live here.”

“You have an academic zeal that’s remarkable for an ordinary shoe shiner!”

“Because that was all I could do.”

Adèle looked back at Cesare.

“It wasn’t just efforts to shine shoes.”

[Footnotes]

1) Over tone: The reflective luster of pearls.

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Chapter 3

“Ha!”

Jude shouted in delight and turned to Cesare.

“Hey, Cesare. Isn’t she good? I already like this girl! If it’s a girl like her,
I’d join your scam! Or maybe I’ll just take her myself… No, I’m not really
serious about that.”

Jude, who was excitedly chattering, trailed off, noticing Cesare’s reaction.
He quickly cleared his throat and turned his head.

Cesare looked at Adèle with a displeased smile. He wasn’t happy about the
situation that seemed to be going his way too easily.

Moreover, there was one last test left, but he had a feeling this stoic woman
in front of him would easily pass that as well.

Cesare sighed and spoke.

“There isn’t a single drop of blood in me that doesn’t tremble.”(1)

Adèle didn’t hesitate.

“I am looking at the traces of the old flame.”2)

The moment Adèle fluently answered with the old lines from Durante’s
poem in Drinang, Cesare put down his cigar.

“Noble?”
“No.”

“Parents?”

“None.”

“Then did you come from the sea? Don’t spew nonsense and answer
properly.”

“There’s no more foolish question than asking about the circumstances of

parents to an orphan who’s never seen their faces.”

Cesare paused.

He raised his head to look at Adèle, but she didn’t avoid his gaze,
maintaining a slightly bored expression.

Cesare clicked his tongue and laughed.

She’s a bit arrogant, but that might be good for deceiving Della Valle.

“One last question.”

He slowly stood up.

For the first time, Adèle, who had been calm, flinched slightly.

Her gaze darted around, unable to look at her own chest as her collar parted,
and Cesare felt somewhat amused.

“You don’t seem stupid enough not to know that getting caught means
death, so why did you step forward?”

“…”

Adèle’s eyes widened slightly. There was a brief silence. Her amber eyes,
whose inner thoughts were hard to read, quietly looked at Cesare before
blinking once quickly.
“…Because I’m hungry.”

Cesare raised an eyebrow. Was it a metaphor?

But Adèle just looked at him with clear eyes, not saying anything more.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

“Come to Bonaparte tomorrow.”

***

King of Kings, Lord of Lords.

Adèle read the phrase repeatedly in a daze. It was engraved on a statue at

the top of the front gate of the Bonaparte mansion.

The statue of a mermaid holding a star, the mermaid symbolizing the sea
goddess and the star symbolizing Bonaparte.

In other words, it meant that the Bonaparte family was chosen by the sea
goddess.

In Santnar, which was formally a republic, it was a statue that was bound to
cause discomfort.

Of course, no one would show that openly. The current position of the
Bonaparte family in Santnar was indeed fitting of the title King of Kings,
Lord of Lords.

‘And here I am, a mere shoe shiner.’

Adèle thought about how unpredictable life was as she headed towards the
small door next to the main gate.

“What brings you here?”

The gatekeeper, who had been watching her for a while, asked.
He looked like a knight, yet he was kind. The fact that he used polite
language despite Adèle’s shabby appearance showed his courtesy.

“I have an appointment.”

Adèle said calmly. Her voice didn’t tremble at all, as she was naturally
expressionless and composed.

The knight looked puzzled for a moment at the melodious voice coming
from the ragged shoe shiner but then asked professionally.

“Who are you here to see?”

“Mr. Cesare Bonaparte.”

Adèle’s heart was pounding as she spoke.

What if he forgot the appointment? Or didn’t tell the gatekeeper?

But the knight nodded with dignity.

“Understood. However, there will be a verification before entry.”

“Verification?”

“Yes.”

The knight cleared his throat.

“I, who am sending you, am Cesare.”3)

Adèle, who had momentarily widened her eyes, immediately answered.

“I come from the place you long to return to.”4)

The knight nodded.

“Verified. The head butler will come shortly, please wait.”

“Yes.”

Adèle secretly sighed in relief and lifted her head, pretending to admire the
marble sculpture at the gate.

She was actually cursing Cesare inside.

‘Who uses that as a password? It’s like telling people not to enter.’

It was a passage from Durante’s play, but not a particularly famous one.

She realized anew that Cesare was not only meticulous but also not as
simple as he appeared. Using such a password meant his scholarly
knowledge was quite extensive.

If you can’t pass even this, go back.

Adèle recalled Cesare’s last appearance. His large frame, contrasting cute
smile, and sweet voice.

She also remembered his cold golden eyes hidden behind that. She had a
feeling the future wouldn’t be smooth.

At that moment, an elderly butler appeared.

“Are you Miss Adèle?”

“Hello. I am Adèle.”

Adèle reflexively bowed and greeted him.

“I am Ernst, the butler of the Bonaparte family.”

The old man greeted her politely, even though she was wearing an unsightly
hat.

“Please follow me inside.”

Feeling awkward under the respectful gaze, Adèle followed the butler.
Once they passed the gate, a vast garden appeared. It was a garden with
paths lined with low shrubs.

In the center stood a statue of a mermaid with her hair down. Clear water
trickled from the jug the mermaid was holding.

It was a beautiful fountain. Adèle stared at it, mesmerized, as she walked

behind Ernst.

“It’s the work of the sculptor Verchelli.”

The butler spoke without even turning around, as if knowing what she was
thinking.

“Yes. I read about it in a book.”

Adèle answered blankly.

“…It’s more beautiful than I imagined.”

The impact of seeing the artwork she had read about in books was greater
than she had anticipated.

Ernst seemed pleased, noticing the sincerity in her words.

“You have a good eye.”

Once inside the mansion, Adèle was even more surprised.

“This is the Bonaparte outer palace. It’s a space for external guests.”

A massive crystal chandelier hung from the towering ceiling. It looked

about three times her size.

The floor was covered with a damask carpet with dark blue stars on a
reddish-brown background, and each room had double brocade portieres(5)
with silver fringes on the edges.
The walls were overflowing with countless small portraits framed in gold,
or sometimes a whole wall was covered with frescoes.

It was beautiful. And strange.

It was hard to believe that this museum-like space, where grandeur and
serenity coexisted, was someone’s living space.

She thought of the shack she left this morning.

Water leaked from the ceiling when it rained, and it was like an oven in the
summer. It was fortunate that Santnar wasn’t a cold country in winter. If it
were a country where it snowed, she would have frozen to death long ago.

And it wasn’t even hers. She had borrowed it from old Nino with money
saved from enduring hunger.

“…”

A bitter smile crossed her face. Suddenly, the surrounding beauty felt
empty.

Adèle stopped looking around and focused only on Ernst’s back.

Soon, the palatial building ended. There appeared a colonnade of marble

columns that looked like congealed milk.

Beyond that, a three-story house with a more comfortable atmosphere

appeared.

“This is the Bonaparte inner palace for direct descendants.”

Listening to the butler’s explanation, Adèle looked at the elegant house

sitting at the upper part of the stepped garden.

It was indeed less grand. Though the comparison was, of course, with a
museum.
Shortly after entering the inner palace, Ernst stopped in front of a massive
door.

“Here it is.”

Each door panel was carved with four mermaids and a cross-shaped star.

It was a door clearly crafted with great care by an artisan.

“This…”

“You know it. It’s the work of the sculptor Javer.”

Ernst said proudly.

“I heard the Bonaparte palace is a gigantic piece of art itself, and it seems
true.”

The elderly butler’s eyes softened at Adèle’s words. But only for a moment,
as he soon returned to his dutiful demeanor to fulfill his role.

[Footnotes]

1) Alighieri Dante, “The Divine Comedy,” translated by Hyung-gon Han,

Seohae Munjip (2005), p609.

2) Same as above.

3) Same as above, p54.

4) Same as above.

5) Portieres: Thick curtains hung between rooms.

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Chapter 4

“This is the head of the family’s office. The head of the family will be
inside. Enter quietly without knocking.”

With that, Ernst turned back down the corridor before Adèle could stop him.

Adèle was left standing alone in front of the door. Somewhere, the sound of
a cello could be heard. Pleasant sunlight was streaming through the corridor
windows.

Adèle stared blankly down the empty hallway for a moment, then took a
deep breath and grabbed the door handle.

As she pushed the door open without knocking, the first thing that greeted
her was the salty sea breeze.

‘Almond scent?’

Mixed with it was the pleasant aroma of roasted nuts and the bitter scent of
dark chocolate.

A room filled with a soft sky blue came into view.

There was a large arched window in the wall, through which sunlight and
wind flowed into the room.

The sea-blue poular curtains hanging by the window, with their attached
ripure lace, swayed gently.

In front of the window was a large, stylish walnut desk, where Cesare sat.
He was sitting with his back to the sunlight and breeze, smoking a cigar and
looking at documents.

Adèle unconsciously stopped and watched him.

‘So it was the scent of the cigar.’

She had seen many marble sculptures as she walked through the mansion,
but she felt like she had just seen the most perfect sculpture now.

Cesare, with his eyes lowered like a young bird of prey and a cigar in his
mouth, was incredibly sensual.

Maybe it was the unexpected combination of him looking at documents.

Or maybe it was just that his chest, like an ocean, was half-exposed through
his thin robe.

‘…Should I speak first?’

Adèle hesitated for a moment in the doorway.

But soon, she quietly closed the door and stood in place. There must have
been a reason why the butler told her not to knock.

How many minutes passed in silence?

“You are quick-witted, as I felt before.”

Adèle, who had been examining the carpet pattern, looked up at the sudden
voice.

“You’re here. My sister.”

Cesare put down his cigar and laughed lightly. Dimples appeared on his
cold cheeks, making his smile seem almost affectionate, but his eyes were
extremely rational.

“Sit down.”
“Yes.”

Adèle quietly sat on the settee across from the desk.

Cesare also brought a few documents and sat across from her. As he moved,
his strong thighs, like those of a stallion, were partially visible through the
thin robe.

Truly a libertine…

Adèle admired absently and politely averted her gaze.

Cesare sat casually, with one arm draped over the back of the sofa, looking
at the documents.

His eyes were sharp, no, very sharp.

It was ironic to see someone who seemed to burn with vitality having such
cold eyes.

But perhaps that was why people were so crazy about him.

As she calmly continued her thoughts, their eyes suddenly met.

“If you’ve changed your mind on the way here, you can disembark now.”

Adèle gathered herself and answered.

“Travelers don’t disembark before the ship has even set sail.”

It was as if he had been waiting for those words. Cesare smiled warmly.

“Then, from today, you are ‘Adelaide Bonaparte.’”

Adèle quietly clenched her fist.

“…Yes.”

“Your goal is to seduce the son of Della Valle and marry him.”
“Yes.”

“There is no additional reward, but marrying into Della Valle should be

enough for a shoe shiner. If you succeed, your origins will be kept secret.”

“I understand.”

“The deadline is…”

Cesare trailed off. He seemed to be pondering.

It would be nice if he gave her at least six months…

But Cesare quickly shattered Adèle’s hopes.

“Three months.”

“…”

“Within that time, you must become a perfect lady of Bonaparte.”

The man, who was said to have received the utmost love from fate and God,
smiled challengingly.

“Your body, your mind, your speech, down to your fingertips and toes.
We’re going to deceive the entire social circle of Fornatie.”

Adèle slowly swallowed.

She knew nothing about the social world, but she understood that three
months was an impossibly short time to make someone a lady.

Did this man believe it was possible?

Noticing the doubtful look in her eyes, Cesare showed his dimples and
smiled slightly.

“Of course, you might fail. For example, if learning how to handle
tableware is too difficult for a shoe shiner.”
“…”

“So, if you do not become a lady to my satisfaction in three months, the

plan will be scrapped.”

At those words, Adèle stared at Cesare.

He didn’t mention what would happen to the shoe shiner after the plan was
scrapped.

Looking at his irritatingly charming smile, it seemed like he wanted Adèle

to ask.

But Adèle maintained her expressionless face without asking.

‘He’ll probably kill me.’

She wasn’t very afraid. If she had stayed on the street, she would have
committed suicide before being sold by old Nino.

In a way, an early death was somewhat predetermined for her. The only
uncertainty was the timing.

Now, the timing was set, and the executioner in front of her promised to
feed her warm meals until that time came.

There was nothing to fear.

“I understand.”

Cesare’s golden eyes glinted slightly.

“Did you really understand?”

“Yes.”

“Without even asking why three months?”

“Isn’t it to coincide with your birthday banquet?”

“You know well. Are you interested in me?”

“I’m not interested, but I can read the newspaper.”

“Hmm.”

Cesare smiled, furrowing his brows as if to gauge her.

The furrowed brow was a habit, a sign that he had no need to mind others.

“Try to have some interest. If you’re a country bumpkin with nothing but a
face, you should at least cling to your only brother.”

Indeed, it was a sensible statement. Adèle nodded.

“I’ll try.”

Then, she suddenly remembered something and opened her mouth.

“…So, will the chairwoman also be part of this plan?”

For Adèle, it was a natural question. She expected the answer to be ‘yes.’

Eva Bonaparte, Cesare’s grandmother and only family member.

Without her cooperation, this plan couldn’t even start.

But Cesare smiled and answered, in a way that felt like hitting a wall.

“Our dear Eva is rather eager to see her great-grandchildren soon, so she’s
actually welcoming Della Valle with open arms.”

“Ah…”

No wonder Della Valle was pushing so hard despite the promise.

‘Eva Bonaparte is supporting the marriage.’

It was like an ordinary grandmother urging her grandchild’s marriage.

The title ‘our dear Eva’ suggested a closer relationship than she thought.

Adèle felt that peculiar sense she had when she first stepped into the
Bonaparte mansion again.

It was a sense of distance.

There’s no reason for wealthy people not to be harmonious, and it wasn’t

that she wished for their discord.

“They might seem grand, but they’re probably fighting over money, more
unhappy than us.”

Realizing that the self-consolation of the poor was indeed just consolation
made Adèle feel somewhat sad.

“…”

“Anyway, Eva won’t be pleased with our plan, so you only have me to rely
on.”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll do my best.”

“To cling?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, Cesare laughed out loud. Then his golden eyes, with the
small tear mole, looked at Adèle strangely.

“…”

“…”

After a long, inexplicable exchange of gazes, Cesare raised an eyebrow as if

nothing had happened.

“Just to let you know, don’t fall for me and come to my bedroom at night.”
“…”

Handsome, but unfortunately a bit crazy…

Seeing Adèle’s expression, Cesare laughed and turned his eyes back to the
documents.

“It actually happened before. And from now on, call me brother.”

“Yes, brother.”

“You are five years younger than me and were born in Capolo. You lived as
a commoner until you came to Bonaparte ‘for certain reasons.’”

“Yes.”

The background of coming to the capital was left as a variable.

A flexible personality. She seems capable of dealing with situations well.

Adèle added new information about Cesare’s personality to her mind.

“Only five people know that you’re a shoe shiner, including Jude Rossi and
me.”
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Chapter 5

Cesare continued speaking.

“First, there’s Ernst, the Bonaparte head butler. Then, my secretary, Gigi.
You’ll have a maid, Epony. Her son and my trusted aide, Aegir. Lastly, your
governess who will teach you proper etiquette.”

Listening to the list, Adèle thought that Cesare’s secretary must have a hard
job.

Cesare wasn’t the type to speak slowly or considerately for the listener.

Or perhaps, despite his words, he had a lot of faith in the shoe shiner’s
intelligence.

“To everyone else, you are Bonaparte’s hidden daughter. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“If you have any questions, ask now.”

Adèle took a breath and cautiously spoke.

“Old Nino will be looking for me. I didn’t pay the protection fee.”

Cesare folded the document he was holding and answered nonchalantly.

“He’s dead.”

“…”
“Anyone else who could interfere with you becoming a ‘Bonaparte’?”

Cesare’s sharp gaze turned to Adèle. She instantly thought of Clarice.

Clarice. Adèle’s only friend, living in the same house.

But should she mention Clarice here?

“…No one.”

Cesare’s smile deepened. His wide mouth curved smoothly, and his golden
eyes twinkled playfully, a beautiful smile with slight wrinkles around the
eyes.

“Well. Let’s leave it at that.”

“…”

Her heart tightened.

He already knew. Of course. He’s not the type to trust a shoe shiner without
any leverage…

As Adèle tensed up, Cesare stood from the sofa.

He walked to a decorative console and held the document to a candle. The

paper started to burn.

“Any other questions?”

“Not at the moment. I’ll ask if something comes up.”

“Really? You’re missing the most important one.”

“Yes?”

Cesare smiled as he watched the burning paper.

“My parents.”
Damn.

Her throat tightened.

“…”

“You don’t ask about my parents. You should know, if you’re going to
pretend to be my ‘sister.’ Do you already know?”

The paper burned to the end, leaving only the edges. Cesare flicked his
fingers, and the black ash precariously fluttered to the floor.

Half-lowered, Cesare’s eyes fixed on Adèle, cold and still, demanding an

answer.

Adèle couldn’t say anything.

“That your parents abandoned you and ran away? Who in Fornatie doesn’t
know that?”

…She couldn’t say that.

Cesare Bonaparte, the rake of the social world, surprisingly had no parents
currently. Neither of them had died or had an affair.

They had loved each other too much. So much so that they wanted to be
alone in their world.

So, they abandoned their seven-year-old son and left Bonaparte.

The abandoned Cesare was raised by his grandmother, Eva Bonaparte.

And he grew up to be a man who indulged in very wild and promiscuous

relationships.

This family history was practically public property in Fornatie. It was

almost like a scandal.
The heir to the great Bonaparte family. His dark past, like a painting, and
his glamorous present.

Cesare was a collection of stimuli that everyone in Fornatie loved.

Even so, Adèle couldn’t say it outright, so her face gradually turned pale.

Seeing her, Cesare looked at her with an inscrutable smile.

“I saved you the trouble of explaining. Let’s say my parents went mad once
more and had you.”

“…Yes.”

“Dismissed.”

***

“Whew…”

Adèle, having left the office, let out a deep breath.

The man never gave her a moment to relax.

Adèle trembled as she lifted her head.

“…?”

It was then that she noticed a middle-aged woman in a beige dress standing
before her.

The woman, who met Adèle’s eyes, spoke in a stiff voice.

“I am Epony. I will take you to your room, Miss Adelaide.”

Epony Correll. The woman Cesare had mentioned, she was over forty years
old.
Her olive hair was neatly styled, and her blue eyes exuded wisdom.
Although she was expressionless, she had a kind aura.

She wore a beige cotton dress adorned with simple bobbin lace. Though
simple, it was an attire difficult for a commoner to afford. She was
definitely not just any maid.

Epony first led Adèle to a room on the second floor.

“This will be your room from today.”

“…”

Adèle was speechless upon seeing the room revealed behind the oak door
carved with a mermaid.

Unlike Cesare’s office, this room was decorated in soft green and was much
larger than she had expected.

The interior was lavishly decorated with pure white Alençon lace(1), a long
settee covered in dark green terrymp(2) fabric, and Gobelins tapestries.

“Bonaparte avoids excessive luxury, so it’s not very extravagant, but it

shouldn’t be uncomfortable. The room includes a personal reception room,
a bedroom, a dressing room, a toilet room, and a bath.”

Adèle snapped out of her daze, staring at the chandelier hanging from the
reception room ceiling.

“…This isn’t considered extravagant?”

“Yes. For a lady’s room, it’s quite modest.”

Modest…

To Adèle, modest meant boiling meat instead of roasting it, or eating black
barley bread instead of soft wheat bread.

Epony seemed to guess her thoughts and said firmly.

“It’s Bonaparte, Miss.”

Bonaparte. As if that alone explained everything.

“Also, I am your subordinate, so you should speak to me informally. Unless

they are a fellow noble or an official working in the council, you should
speak informally.”

“…Okay, I understand.”

“Then, let me formally introduce myself again.”

After seating the dirty Adèle on the noble settee, Epony slightly bent her
knee in a curtsey.

“From today, I will be serving Miss Adelaide as her maid, Epony Correll. I
have been instructed to assist you in becoming a member of the Bonaparte
family.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“If you don’t mind, may I say a word about the ‘prank’ between you and the
young master?”

Epony asked expressionlessly. She intended to follow the formality of

seeking permission before speaking. That was also something Adèle needed
to learn.

“Yes, please.”

“Thank you. First, let’s talk about your education. I’ll start with the basic
education young ladies of noble families typically receive.”

“Okay.”

Then Epony began to speak as if she had been waiting.

“The basic education includes etiquette, music, archery, literature,

composition, and mathematics, known as the six arts. In addition, it’s
customary to be educated in dance, basic swordsmanship, national history,
world history, management and marine studies, law, foreign languages, and
vocal training before entering the social circle. Hobbies such as horseback
riding, art, tea ceremony, swimming, and astronomy are recommended,
with archery and gardening also encouraged for women.”

“…”

Adèle was once again dumbfounded.

She had to learn all that in three months? …Maybe she should just request a
last supper for death row inmates tomorrow?

Seeing Adèle’s wavering pupils, Epony spoke.

“Of course, that’s the general standard. Given the young master’s clear
goals and the tight schedule, he has charted a different course.”

“Then…”

“We are focusing solely on ‘Bella Figura’.”

Bella Figura. Being beautiful and attractive in every aspect.

“Your education will aim for you to appear beautiful in all respects,
focusing on basic etiquette, dance, music, and vocal training. You will also
work on grooming your skin and hair, correcting your posture, and gaining
weight.”

While the subjects had been reduced, they still didn’t sound easy. Adèle
nodded.

“I understand.”

“Yes. Do you have any other questions for me?”

This time, she shook her head. She had many questions, but she didn’t think
they would be answered if asked.
“No, I don’t.”

“I see. Then let’s move to the bath. I will wash you.”

At those words, Adèle flinched greatly. She instinctively grabbed her collar.

“…I’ll wash myself.”

It was the first sign of resistance she had shown.

[Footnotes]

1) Alençon lace: Needlepoint lace made in the town of Alençon, France,

widely known since the 17th century. Known as the queen of lace.

2) Terryemp: Yarn made from mohair, which is more lustrous and resilient
than wool, used in weaving.
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Chapter 6

But Epony responded with the expected businesslike tone.

“A young lady of a noble family does not bathe alone.”

“No one is watching. You already know that I’m a shoe shiner, Epony…”

“I am watching. And do not mention that fact within the mansion. Also.”

“…”

“What I am saying is not a request. All of this is by the young master’s

command, who wishes for you to become a fine lady. If I do not assist you,
the young master will come and attend to your bath himself.”

Her attitude was firm. It was clear that if Adèle refused, Cesare would be
informed.

Adèle slowly let go of her grip on her clothes.

“…Fine. Help me bathe.”

As they moved to the bathroom, Adèle removed her hat with a resigned
expression.

Her wavy hair flowed down like a waterfall. Epony helped her out of her
tattered shoe shiner clothes.

“…”
When Epony saw Adèle naked, her eyes widened with surprise.

Adèle looked away.

She didn’t want anyone to see her ragged undergarments or the bruises
blooming like mold all over her body.

Feeling uncomfortable, Adèle spoke softly.

“The bruises will disappear soon. I know because I’ve been beaten often.
These kinds of things don’t even leave a mark.”

“…”

Even so, Epony remained silent, and Adèle felt a sudden anxiety.

What if they decide they can’t use me because my body is too dirty?

“…Will you report this?”

Adèle’s trembling eyes met Epony’s.

The faint emotion in Epony’s blue eyes vanished instantly.

“The young master’s ‘prank’ with you is only until the marriage with Della
Valle. As long as you don’t show your body to the young master of Della
Valle before the marriage, it will be fine.”

“…That’s a relief.”

Adèle muttered quietly.

Epony firmly took the dirty clothes.

“…But Fornatie’s dresses are made of thin fabric. We need to recover your
body quickly. Can I discard these clothes?”

“Yes.”
“Thank you. It would be best if you ate more than four meals a day for a
while. A lady needs to have some flesh. You’re too thin now.”

She then paused, thinking for a moment, before asking.

“I suggest you eat something now. Is there anything you would like?”

It was the most welcome question in the world.

***

Before entering the dining room, Epony asked.

“You are not yet accustomed to the formal meals of a noble family, so
please tell me your preferences, and I will select the dishes. Is that okay?”

After a moment of hesitation, Adèle replied.

“Nothing rotten, please. I can eat anything else, even insects.”

“…You are not picky. That is an admirable quality in a lady. I will take
charge of your meals for now.”

The lunch menu Epony chose was truly delightful. There was no other way
to describe it.

A perfumed white wine was served as the aperitivo (aperitif), followed by a

smoked salmon bruschetta wrapped in watercress as the antipasto (starter).

Next came beef carpaccio with arugula and celery, linguine with mackerel
and abalone, and flounder wrapped in potatoes with tomato sauce.

Every dish was superb. She almost wanted to lick the plates. If Epony
hadn’t been there, she might have done so.

Epony, who had transformed Adèle into someone fit to dine, provided
various pieces of advice throughout the meal.
“Use the cutlery from the outside in. Do not place your elbows on the table.
Keep your hands visible at all times. During the meal, both hands should
not go below the table.”

There was no look of disdain. Epony was truly an excellent maid.

Adèle appreciated her detached manner and listened carefully to her

teachings. She longed to eat her food before it got cold next time. Even
cold, it was still delicious.

Adèle finished the panna cotta that came as dessert and then glanced at
Epony.

Did I eat too much like a beggar?

“You ate well, which is very good to see.”

Fortunately, Epony seemed quite satisfied with Adèle’s appetite, as befitting

a middle-aged woman.

After the meal, Adèle put on a fine muslin dress and wrapped a thin shawl
woven with caprine fleece1) over her shoulders before touring the mansion.

“Since you are now a member of the Bonaparte family, you should know
the layout of the mansion. This is the library. This is the meeting room, the
long gallery, the billiard room, and the dining hall…”

The explanations continued without pause. Adèle quietly followed Epony,

memorizing the paths.

Unlike the tangled back alleys of Fornatie, the spaces were large and the
paths simple, making it easy to remember.

While crossing the courtyard on the first floor, Adèle noticed a large
window shining at the top of the garden.

Could that be Eva Bonaparte’s room?

She wanted to ask, but the residence of the chairwoman might be
confidential. Instead, she asked something else.

“The chairwoman?”

“You should refer to her as ‘Elder.’”

Epony, walking ahead, spoke in a low voice.

“‘Chairwoman’ is her public title. But since you are part of the family, it is
appropriate to use ‘Elder’ to refer to the head of the family.”

Epony hesitated before adding.

“Technically, ‘Grandmother’ would be correct, but for now…”

It meant they should consider Eva’s feelings about being called

grandmother by a shoe shiner.

Adèle nodded.

“I understand. Where is the Elder?”

“The right wing on the first floor is where the Elder resides. She is currently
out on Signoria business.”

I should avoid that area.

“And where does my brother stay?”

“He resides in the central area of the first floor.”

“I see.”

I should avoid that area too. This mansion is full of mines.

Having set her own restricted zones, Adèle continued to follow Epony
around the mansion.
It took an entire day just to cover that. Even after that, there were places left
to see, and Epony added at the end of the tour.

“It would be best to tour the nine gardens around the mansion later. You
will also need the young master’s permission to explore the outer palace.”

Thus, the first night at Bonaparte arrived.

Returning to her soft green room, Epony explained each item in the room to
Adèle.

“If you need anything, pull the servant bell. This is the bell. Normally, a
maid would come, but I will personally attend to you. I will come within
ten minutes if you call.”

Though she had no intention of making such a request, Adèle agreed for
now.

“Then, may the sea goddess watch over your night, Miss.”

“Uh… You too, Epony.”

Epony quietly left.

Now Adèle was alone in the room. She changed into a night dress and
crawled under the covers.

Lying on her side like a small caterpillar, she looked at the servant bell
above her head. The golden rope hanging by the bed was quite thick.

If I ever need to die here, I could hang myself with that.

She praised herself for coming up with such an ingenious method and
looked around the dark room.

Santnar did not decorate interiors heavily. Even with the curtains drawn,
they were not thick, so the moonlight outside filtered gently into the room.

‘…It’s quiet.’
In the museum-like mansion, there was no noise.

In the shack in the streets, the sounds of thugs fighting, sailors’ drunken
brawls after returning to land, and unhappy families breaking apart over
money could be heard until dawn.

Without blinking, Adèle curled up more tightly. It was truly amazing.

There is a world like this.

Life didn’t have to be harsh.

‘It would have been nice if Clarice could have come too.’

Clarice was Adèle’s roommate and only friend.

When Adèle worked as the “mute shoe shiner Abel,” Clarice was the only
one who knew she was a girl.

She should have told her, but she didn’t. Clarice often stayed out, and last
night she hadn’t come home.

Adèle had left a vague letter explaining the situation, but there was no
telling when Clarice would see it.

‘Clarice would be so surprised if she knew.’

“Adèle! Living in a room like a princess! I’m so jealous! …You’ll hire me

as a maid, right? Please?”

Adèle laughed at the vivid image of Clarice’s reaction.

“That’s right. I’m sleeping in a princess’s room…”

It was unbelievable. Just yesterday, she hadn’t even eaten a piece of barley
bread and had drunk fountain water to fill her stomach.

[Footnotes]
1) Caprine fleece: Fine, downy wool from goats.
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Chapter 7

Adèle had three meals today, and each one was delicious.

Dinner consisted of reginette with octopus and tomatoes, accompanied by a

sole fillet with spinach. The dessert was ricotta gelato, sweeter than
anything Adèle had ever tasted in her life.

It was a perfect and dazzling world.

“…”

Suddenly, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Adèle let the tears flow unchecked.

‘It would have been better if I hadn’t known such a world existed.’

Without a single sob, Adèle pulled the blanket over her head, hiding her
tears.

***

In Cesare’s office that evening, Cesare sat at the walnut desk, smoking a
cigar.

“Is she usable?”

He whispered the question. The quiet of the night made his low voice
resonate with a particularly rich density.
Epony, who was standing across with a lantern, placed it on the desk and
straightened up.

“She is.”

“Really?”

“She is intelligent. She learns quickly, almost immediately, after being told
something once. Despite seeing valuable things, she shows little desire,
suggesting she is not greedy.”

She continued.

“She quickly follows my gestures, indicating she adapts well. Since I told
her to speak informally, she has never used formal speech with me.”

Cesare’s eyes narrowed, and the lantern’s light sparkled in them like
shooting stars. Despite the warm color, his gaze was extremely cold.

“Epony, you seem to think highly of her.”

“I will correct my report if new information comes to light.”

“No, I see the same. She does seem quick-witted.”

Cesare propped his chin and laughed lowly.

“And?”

“She has a strong appetite and shows interest in food. Currently, her thin
body is not a problem, but we may need to control her diet later. And…”

Epony paused, which was unusual, drawing Cesare’s attention to her.

“I found signs of physical abuse on her body.”

“Hmm. A scarred pearl is of lesser value.”

Cesare laughed with a frown, showing no concern for Adèle herself.

“…”

Epony thought that if Cesare saw her body, he might react differently.

Bruises covered her emaciated body like mold on a thin fishbone.

She nearly frowned. The wounds indicated intentional, severe beatings. It

was surprising her frail body hadn’t broken.

But Cesare wouldn’t appreciate a sentimental report. Epony swallowed her

thoughts.

“Fortunately, the wounds will heal with consistent treatment, and there were
no major injuries like deep cuts. Once she gains weight, she will be quite
beautiful.”

“She’s already beautiful. It’s just a pity she’s my sister.”

“…”

Epony’s eyebrows twitched.

Epony, who had served Cesare’s mother, Catarina Schroeder, considered

Cesare almost like her son.

And no parent welcomes their child’s debauchery.

“Young master…”

As Epony showed signs of starting a scolding, Cesare quickly put on a

playful smile.

“I didn’t mean I would actually touch her. Treat her wounds properly. Even
though Della Valle’s second son isn’t impulsive, he might want to inspect
her.”

“You mean Ezra Della Valle? You plan to marry her off to him?”

“Ezra would like her, given how uptight he is.”

Cesare laughed softly, biting his cigar. There was a faint mockery in his
smiling golden eyes.

Knowing how much Cesare disliked Ezra’s rigidness, Epony held back her
words.

“I understand.”

“Continue attending to her. You may go.”

Cesare waved his hand dismissively.

But Epony did not leave immediately, hesitating for a moment.

When his raised eyebrow met her gaze, she spoke.

“I apologize for the presumptuous question. But… is it alright if the young

lady does not meet the Elder?”

“It’s fine, naturally.”

“Young master…”

“Epony.”

Cesare stood up. His broad shoulders stretched, making the room seem
darker for a moment.

He smiled like a playful predator.

“She’s a woman I plan to kill once the promise with Della Valle is settled.”

Epony’s expression remained calm, as she already knew this.

The plan was to eliminate her in an “accident” once the agreement with
Della Valle was broken.

Originally, they planned to use a fallen noblewoman.

But luckily, a pitiful shoe shiner, a very pretty one, had come along.

Adèle thought this was an opportunity.

She had no idea she had met the king of devils, with mouths and stars in his
eyes.(1)

“But that woman who will die will use the Bonaparte name.”

“There’s no need to worry our dear Eva unnecessarily. Besides, tomorrow,

the person who will teach my sister arrives, so make sure everything is
ready.”

His tone made it clear he wouldn’t entertain more questions.

Epony looked at Cesare’s now serious face.

His playful smile and dimples usually made Cesare seem very lovable.

But without them, he had a remarkably ruthless appearance.

Even Epony, who had known him since he was very young, found it
difficult to approach him in such a state.

Epony quietly changed the subject.

“…Who will teach her?”

“Mrs. Flavia Loredan.”

A short gasp escaped her.

“It will be difficult.”

“It will.”

Cesare smiled gently. In his mind, he pictured the shoe shiner with her calm
expression and beautiful, mermaid-like hair.
“My sister will have to endure well.”

***

Adèle woke up at dawn. It was a habit from living in poverty.

‘It’s time for the boats to return.’

When the fishing boats returned after a night of fishing, Pellegrin Street
would host a party of scaled creatures. It was the fish market.

Adèle went there once or twice a week, offering to help the vendors.

Sometimes, someone would give her fish scraps.

Rarely, she was given a proper fish to eat. Those were party days for Adèle
and Clarice.

In the island nation of Santnar, meat with four legs was expensive, and fish
was the only meat Adèle could afford.

‘I can eat whatever I want now.’

Adèle waited for morning to come, lying under the covers. Epony came to
wake her later than she had expected.

“Did you sleep well, miss?”

“Yes.”

“Shall I assist you with washing?”

“Yes, please.”

Adèle followed Epony to the bathroom. A white porcelain tub sat in the
pink-tiled bathroom.

‘I was so shocked by this yesterday.’

Adèle had never bathed in a tub before. She had never even used warm
water for bathing.

Fortunately, Epony hadn’t noticed her shock, thanks to her naturally stoic
expression.

“Shall I add myrrh to the water?”

Epony asked, showing a small glass bottle. It smelled good, so Adèle

nodded.

Epony sprinkled myrrh into the hot water and helped Adèle into the tub.
The warmth pleasantly enveloped her skin.

‘It smells nice…’

As she soaked with her nose in the water, Epony began washing her.

Knock, knock.

A hurried knock was heard.

Epony quickly adjusted her rolled-up sleeves and skirt and went to the door.

“What is it?”

“Epony, it’s urgent…”

The one who knocked was a maid from the inner palace, dressed in a black
cotton dress and white apron.

“Right now…”

“This is absurd…”

They whispered something in hushed tones, like rice grains rolling around.

Then Epony turned to Adèle with a tense expression.

“Miss Adelaide, I must leave for a moment.”

Epony left the bathroom with those words.

She returned a few minutes later, looking flustered.

“A guest has arrived. You must finish washing.”

Something urgent. Adèle quickly got out of the tub.

“Towel.”

“Here, dry yourself… No, there’s no time. Put on your robe immediately.”

Epony looked rushed. Adèle noticed a loud noise coming from the reception
room next door.

“Where is she!”

A shrill voice was heard.

“It’s Mrs. Flavia Loredan. She will be teaching you.”

Epony hastily explained while tying Adèle’s robe tightly.

[Footnotes]

1) Description of Lucifer, king of devils, from Dante’s “Divine Comedy.”

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Chapter 8

“The Loredan family is a vassal family of the Bonaparte. Although they

have been pushed out of the central social circles recently, they are a very
old and prestigious family. The governess, Madame Flavia, who is visiting
today, is renowned in society as a model of ladylike behavior.”

Adèle didn’t ask why such a person had come so early in the morning. The
reason was obvious.

“How should I greet her?”

“It is customary for the superior to greet first. Normally, as a Bonaparte,

you would be the one to greet her first, but in this situation…”

She should wait, knowing that Madame Flavia was aware she was dealing
with a former shoe shiner.

Adèle nodded.

“I understand. I’ll try.”

“…Do not anger her.”

Epony gave a small warning and quickly led Adèle to the reception room.

As soon as the door to the reception room opened, the first thing Adèle saw
was an elderly woman with fierce, slitted eyes glaring at her.

Her age seemed to be between fifty and sixty.

She had elegant dark brown hair, adorned with pearl hairpins. She wore a
slightly worn, yet dignified, clear sky-blue silk dress with puffed shoulders.

Though her expression was somewhat stern, her beauty and elegance were
undeniable, causing Adèle to momentarily admire her.

However, as soon as the lady saw Adèle, she shrieked.

“Vulgar!”

“…”

Adèle’s opinion of Madame Flavia plummeted.

“What is with that appearance?”

“I’m sorry. I was in the middle of washing…”

“Who told you to answer?”

“…”

What does she want me to do, then? Don’t ask if you don’t want an answer.

Adèle swallowed her potentially decapitation-worthy reply and kept her

head bowed. Her face remained expressionless, a skill honed through years
of being a shoe shiner.

Madame Flavia shuddered at the sight of Adèle’s wet hair and robe.

“To think they expect me to teach this! Vulgar and without manners!”

At that moment, someone entered the room.

“If she knew manners, I wouldn’t have called you.”

“…Lord Cesare!”

“I didn’t expect you to come so early in the morning, Madame Flavia.”

It was Cesare.

He was dressed in an open shirt and draped a coat over his shoulders. His
broad shoulders and partially exposed chest were suggestive.

He walked straight to Madame Flavia.

“Lord Cesare! I was just about to…”

“First, a greeting to the dear lady.”

Cesare gave a low laugh as he touched cheeks with Madame Flavia.

“Now, my lord, I…”

Madame Flavia had to suppress her anger until they had finished their
greeting.

When the greeting was done, Cesare gave her a playful smile.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Of course, I did…”

“That’s good to hear. I’d love for you to join me for lunch. I hope you have
time.”

“…Oh, of course, my lord’s invitation is always welcome!”

“Ah. Thank you.”

“Thank you?…”

Madame Flavia’s face was a mix of anger and confusion.

Cesare, who seemed to have more to say, continued to hold her gaze as if he
wanted to captivate her.
His left dimple exuded charm, his right dimple teased, and the tear mark
added sensuality.

Madame Flavia, who had been twitching her lips, finally sighed.

“Lord Cesare, you are truly…”

“Handsome, right?”

“…too clever for your own good!”

“That’s why ladies love me, isn’t it?”

Cesare said cheerfully and then looked at Adèle. He paused for a moment,
seeing her drenched like a wet mouse.

But soon, the playful dimples appeared on his cheeks.

“Were you in the middle of a bath? We should have bathed together.”

“My lord! Such words are inappropriate!”

“I only say them to beauties, so it’s not inappropriate.”

“My lord…!”

Madame Flavia began glaring at Adèle as if she were the cause of all this
trouble.

“Lord Cesare, this is simply unacceptable if you care about me. How much
has the Loredan family supported the Bonaparte! I’d rather you give me the
trials of hell!”

Cesare leaned against the door and crossed his arms.

“It’s not a trial. Just play with a doll for a bit.”

“If it were a doll, it would be better. How am I supposed to make a lady out
of a filthy girl who has been rolling around on the streets?”
“What does it matter where she’s been? Even my ladies…”

“They are noblewomen! And what are you saying in broad daylight!”

“It’s not something you can’t say during the day. Things are more visible in
the daylight.”

“Lord Cesare!”

Cesare gave an annoyingly lovable smile, one that knew he would never be
disliked by women.

“Besides, she’s a virgin.”

A vein popped on Madame Flavia’s forehead. Epony, standing far away,

closed her eyes gently.

He was a man who turned everyone’s insides out.

Madame Flavia, seemingly giving up on pointing out Cesare’s promiscuity,

turned her anger towards Adèle.

“And how do we know that!”

“Hmm. Are you suggesting I check?”

“My lord!”

Madame Flavia shouted with a face turning from red to blue.

“Do not even joke about that! What would the head of the Bonaparte family
lack to touch a shoe shiner? What if that lowly girl gets strange ideas?”

Adèle, observing all this, sighed inwardly.

It would be nice if someone listened to this lowly girl’s side…

At that moment, Cesare laughed out loud.

“She doesn’t seem to have any such thoughts. This is quite a blow to my
pride.”

“What? Does she think she’s too good for the Bonaparte…”

At that moment, Madame Flavia, who had been glaring at Adèle up and
down, suddenly grabbed her robe. She pulled it down to reveal her chest.

“…!”

Adèle barely managed to stop the robe from slipping further down.

But all she could cover was her chest. Her emaciated shoulders, covered in
dark bruises, were exposed.

“…”

Cesare’s smile faded slightly.

Seeing this, Adèle spoke involuntarily.

“It’s nothing.”

“…”

“It will heal soon, and it won’t leave scars. It won’t affect the plan.”

Cesare frowned but smiled faintly without saying anything more.

Adèle bit her lip and clutched her robe.

Madame Flavia, shaking with disgust, let go of Adèle’s robe.

“See! She’s flawed! How can she pretend to be a noble with that body! This
girl won’t do. She’s of the lowest class, even among the lower classes. She’s
lazy and lacks any tenacity!”

“…”
“She doesn’t even defend herself! She clearly plans to use her body to
climb the social ladder through this scheme!”

Madame Flavia growled, but Adèle couldn’t respond.

“Damn it, that gambler! He ruined me again! …What are you looking at,
Abel! Do you look down on me too! Come here!”

Old man Nino used to beat Adèle whenever he was in a bad mood.

Adèle had no idea how to explain that.

But if this continued, the situation wouldn’t end well.

Adèle closed her eyes and then opened them slowly.

“Madame.”

Madame Flavia’s eyes sharpened.

“I’m sorry. I know I have many shortcomings, but I will try my best.”

“Try? You?”

“Yes.”

Madame Flavia’s eyes grew colder.

“Do you think you can hide your origins with effort? Do you think you can
fool the eyes of those born and raised in the high society?”

“…”

Adèle remained silent for a moment before speaking quietly.

“I was born without parents or possessions, so I don’t know if such a thing

is possible. But my brother brought me here because he believes it is
possible. So if you think there is a problem with this hypothesis, perhaps
you should discuss it with him.”
“…!”

“Ha.”

Madame Flavia’s face turned beet red, and Cesare burst into laughter.

“You…! You little…!”

“If I have been rude due to my lack of education, I beg your forgiveness.”

Madame Flavia’s neck veins stood out, and she seemed ready to explode.

But, as Adèle had expected, she couldn’t attack Cesare and just trembled in
fury.
 High Society - Chapter 9 (9/180)

Chapter 9

Cesare didn’t help Madame Flavia; instead, he watched with an intrigued

expression.

“…Hmph!”

Finally, Madame Flavia clicked her tongue loudly and stormed out of the
room.

As soon as she left, Cesare, still chuckling, spoke up.

“Not bad.”

“Thank you.”

“Hmm. So, how are you getting along?”

“Fine, thanks to your care.”

Cesare’s eyes crinkled as he smiled brightly.

“If you need anything, let Epony know.”

“Yes.”

There was no mention of her bruises. Fortunately.

As Adèle stood there silently, she noticed Cesare’s eyebrows knitted

together in a pleasant smile.
His dimples, contrary to their playful appearance, were accompanied by
piercing golden eyes that waited expectantly.

Realizing her role belatedly, Adèle added,

“…Have you been well, brother?”

“Hmm.”

Only then did his golden eyes, adorned with tear-shaped moles, glimmer
like stars.

It seemed she had barely passed his test.

“I’m always the same. But it’s a bit disappointing that my sister doesn’t
come to see me.”

“…I thought you might be busy and didn’t want to impose.”

“I’m not so heartless to my family.”

“I’ll visit more often from now on.”

Cesare smiled again, but this time he remained silent.

…What did I say wrong this time?

She wished she could at least sigh.

Cesare, sensing Adèle’s nervousness, said,

“My sister isn’t as compliant as she appears. Madame Flavia will have quite
a task.”

…But I thought I was pretty compliant just now.

Cesare straightened from his leaning position.

“If you just nod and agree, it will be less tiring. Even though she has an
elitist attitude, she also has a lot of sympathy.”

“…”

Adèle finally understood what these high-ranking people wanted.

They wanted her to bow, beg for sympathy, and grovel. That was the image
they and the aristocrats desired from their inferiors.

After a moment of silence, Adèle asked,

“…Do you mean I should act pitiful?”

“Is that just an act?”

Cesare asked in a cheerful tone.

“It’s not an act, is it? You are pitiful. And since you’ve lived that way all
your life, you should at least know what’s the smart choice.”

“…”

“Hmm? Adelaide.”

His sweet smile was inviting her to speak her mind if she had something to
say.

It almost seemed like he wanted her to argue.

Staring into his beautiful golden eyes, Adèle quietly bowed her head.

“I’m sorry. I will do my best.”

I refuse to be someone’s entertainment.

“…”

The spark in Cesare’s eyes died instantly.

It felt as if, with that one sentence, Adèle had been categorized in his mind
as just another ‘ordinary commoner girl.’

“Hmm.”

Cesare murmured, stroking his chin.

“Everyone loses interest so quickly.”

“…”

At that moment, Epony cautiously intervened.

“Young Master… The lady needs to finish her bath. It’s not proper to leave
her in this state.”

It was a timely interruption.

Cesare shrugged his broad shoulders and smirked.

“She doesn’t seem to mind.”

He then walked out of the room without a word of farewell, as if he had lost
interest in the whole affair.

The two morning intruders were gone.

Only then did a small sigh of relief escape.

Watching her with a calm gaze, Epony carefully spoke.

“…Shall we continue your bath?”

Adèle, who had swallowed her rising emotions, nodded slightly.

“Yes.”

She headed back to the bathroom as if nothing had happened and immersed
herself in the now lukewarm water.
As the sound of water echoed softly in the bathroom, Adèle asked after a
while,

“But do you think she will really come back to teach me?”

“When the young master decides on something, it always happens.”

“I see.”

The word ‘Bonaparte’ truly is magical. Adèle nodded and buried her head in
the water.

***

The next day, Madame Flavia Loredan did indeed return to see Adèle.

In the long gallery of the Bonaparte mansion, now closed to other visitors.

Under the gilded portraits and frescoes of mermaids on the ceiling, Madame
Flavia sat on a corner sofa with a displeased expression.

She frowned as she saw Adèle enter the gallery with Epony.

“Sigh…”

“…”

She followed orders but still seemed displeased with the situation.

Madame Flavia rose from her seat, holding a short stick. Epony quietly
moved to stand by the wall.

“Adelaide… Bonaparte.”

The haughty lady in a blue silk dress clicked her tongue in front of Adèle.

“You should bow a hundred times and thank Lord Cesare. If it weren’t for
his words, I wouldn’t be here for someone like you.”
“Yes.”

“The name Bonaparte is not something someone like you should carry. The
great blue star on your chest is an affront to the goddess.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Understand? What do you know about Bonaparte? Your mouth is more

reckless than a street tree’s leaves. Don’t speak carelessly.”

“Yes, I will be careful.”

Adèle answered like a doll.

Madame Flavia’s face, which seemed to be watching her calmly, gradually

twisted like a demon’s.

“Dirty girl…”

“…”

“Of course, Lord Cesare asked me to turn you into a ‘lady.’ But before that,
a shoe shiner like you needs different education.”

Madame Flavia arrogantly tapped the stick against her other hand.

“Kneel.”

Adèle stood there, stunned for a moment, before asking.

“Pardon?”

Madame Flavia’s face twisted even more fiercely.

“Didn’t you hear? Kneel.”

The intense hostility radiating from her left Adèle momentarily speechless.
She felt sorrow.
Why does this woman hate me so much?

Because I’m a shoe shiner?

It seemed she wanted to hurt Adèle deeply.

But if that was her goal, she chose the wrong method.

A shoe shiner’s knees hold no value.

Feeling weary, Adèle knelt in front of Madame Flavia.

“Hmph!”

Madame Flavia clicked her tongue as if even this wasn’t satisfactory and
pressed her satin shoe against Adèle’s thigh.

“Remember to keep that attitude. Understood? The first thing I will teach
you is to know your place.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You are merchandise. Your only job is to be sold off quietly to the Della
Valle family. If you aim for more, you will be fed to the sharks.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Satisfied, Madame Flavia removed her foot.

“Stand up.”

She tapped Adèle’s knee with the stick. Adèle quietly stood up.

“Even though I’m not pleased, we will begin your education. Starting with
your posture.”

Madame Flavia gestured toward a box on the corner table with her chin.
Adèle, understanding, brought it over.
“These shoes will correct your clumsy walk. From now on, you will always
wear these shoes. Even when I’m not instructing you.”

Inside the box was a pair of black leather shoes.

They were plain with no decorations, but Adèle’s heart began to race.

They were the most beautiful shoes Adèle had ever seen. The leather was
glossy, and the design was elegant.

“Miss, I’ll help you put them on.”

Epony stepped forward, but Madame Flavia raised her hand to stop her.

“If she can’t put on shoes by herself, how can she expect to be educated by
me?”

Adèle wanted to ask if she put on her shoes herself, but she only felt
excitement as she placed the shoes on the floor.

She felt elated. After all, they were new shoes.

However, Adèle hesitated as she slid her feet into the shoes. She looked up
at Madame Flavia.

“Madame Flavia, the size…”

“I said put them on.”

“…”

The sly smile on the beautiful lady’s lips finally became clear.

She glanced at Epony, but Epony only watched the situation with clear eyes
and did not intervene.

It seemed Cesare had agreed to tolerate “a certain amount of meanness.”

‘Of course.’
The fleeting hope vanished quickly. Adèle silently put on the shoes.

Somehow, the size was a perfect fit for her feet. As soon as she wore them,
her toes curled up.

As she stood up straight, Madame Flavia sneered and pointed to the end of
the gallery with her stick.

“Then walk until I tell you to stop. From here to the end, continuously.”
 High Society - Chapter 10 (10/180)

Chapter 10

She was a tough one.

Flavia Loredan had never seen anyone as persistently clueless as this.

The shoeshine girl Cesare Bonaparte brought in was as stubborn as her

origins.

“Again.”

“Yes.”

“Again. Your head is shaking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Again! Walk as if you’ve become a tree!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Again! Lower your shoulders, lengthen your neck! Chest out, tuck in your
sternum! Who told you to stick your butt out so crudely? Walking with your
hips out is something women of the pleasure quarters do!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

Flavia Loredan was a person who had mastered the etiquette of a perfect
lady. Her greatest talent was educating young ladies in manners.

‘Although I’m currently on a break.’

Flavia recalled her past, wrapped in the pretense of being ousted from the
central power circle.

Noble parents entrusted their daughters to Flavia, watching them transform

from flapping fresh herring into elegant ladies.

Flavia cultivated unruly nobles’ daughters into ‘ladies’ as she wished. It was
the result of strict discipline.

Naturally, the young ladies struggled. They all cried, looked at Flavia with
resentment, and uttered bitter words.

‘Yes. That was normal…’

Flavia’s lips twitched as she watched Adèle walking across the long gallery.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen such a tough one. Is it because she’s of low
birth that she’s so tenacious?’

She gave her quite small shoes and pushed her harder than other young
ladies. By now, her feet would be in tatters.

But Adèle didn’t make a single complaint.

“This negative attitude towards such a sacred education! You have no

intention of doing this at all!”

…The plan to drive her away by shouting like that had all gone out the
window.

The shoeshine girl, pale and dripping with cold sweat, only did that much.

Her expression was indifferent, and she didn’t grit her teeth. Or maybe she
was gritting her teeth but not showing it.

She stopped at the end of the gallery, turned around. Her amber eyes,
similar to Cesare’s, showed no emotion. Only a deep weariness could be
felt.
“Madam, should I walk once more?”

“…”

“Madam?”

“Quiet. Don’t you have any sense?”

“I’m sorry, madam.”

Adèle closed her mouth without even blinking.

‘She has no pride! I should have known when she knelt so easily.’

It had been several hours since they started in the morning. She should have
been complaining by now, but she didn’t. Instead, Flavia herself was more
exhausted.

‘I can’t do this any longer.’

Flavia finally sighed deeply and turned to Epony.

“Miss Epony. Please step out for a moment.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. The young master has ordered me not to leave the
young lady’s side.”

The maid with neatly gathered olive-colored hair replied.

She had been a maid to Catarina Schroeder, Cesare’s mother.

Flavia did not like her.

She had abandoned Cesare to follow Catarina, only to shamelessly return.

But she was Cesare’s confidante, and Epony’s words almost perfectly
represented Cesare’s will.

Flavia spoke more politely.

“I request it in the name of Loredan. I will inform Lord Cesare separately.”

“…”

“It’s not for punishment.”

“…Understood.”

Only then did Epony bow and leave the gallery.

The sound of her footsteps faded appropriately and stopped. She seemed to
have stopped at a point where she wouldn’t hear the conversation, like a
proper lady.

The hindrance was gone.

Flavia lifted her chin and faced the shoeshine girl with a calm face.

“You, shoeshine girl.”

The shoeshine girl, who was terribly thin but remarkably beautiful,
fearlessly met her gaze.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You lack the sense to handle the snakes of society properly?”

“…”

“I will be blunt. Leave the mansion.”

Adèle’s golden eyes widened slightly. Her response came out like a button
had been pressed.

“That is not the will of the person who brought me here.”

“I am telling you now.”

“…”
“Of course, Della Valle is not a very great match. But it’s better than having
someone lazy and vulgar like you hanging around Lord Cesare. If you
understand your place, withdraw. If it’s compensation, Loredan will provide
it.”

Flavia intended to give her money and send her away if she agreed, and
intimidate her if she refused.

However, at that moment, Adèle’s golden eyes flashed like lightning.

“Madam…”

Adèle started softly and then suddenly said something Flavia did not expect
at all.

“You wish for my brother to marry Miss Lucrezia, don’t you?”

“…!”

Flavia’s expression faltered. What Adèle had said with a calm face hit the
mark.

Flavia quickly composed her expression, but Adèle had already seen it.

“…”

“…”

A tense silence ensued.

Adèle calmly spoke.

“I thought you were here to follow my brother’s wishes, but that wasn’t the
case. I’m sorry, madam. I must inform my brother about this…”

“It’s the Grand Duke’s will!”

Flavia shouted urgently.

Adèle’s eyes widened slightly, and Flavia panicked again.

She hadn’t intended to say that.

Her face contorted in regret. But it was better than having this shoeshine
girl go to Cesare Bonaparte and tell him everything.

Cesare was ruthless to those who were not his own. All of Santnar was like
that, but he had a particularly strong tendency.

“Click… Don’t ever disclose this to anyone.”

Adèle neither agreed nor disagreed, remaining silent. Flavia didn’t hide her
displeasure as she spoke.

“It is the Grand Duke’s will.”

“Are you referring to Grand Duke Eva Bonaparte?”

“Is there more than one Grand Duke in Bonaparte?”

Flavia clicked her tongue and continued.

“The contract between Della Valle and Bonaparte is very outdated. But
without such a contract, do you think Lord Cesare would consider
marriage?”

“Then are you here to educate me under the Grand Duke’s orders?”

“No. Cesare Bonaparte is already the head of Bonaparte. It just happened

that our wills aligned this time. As a vassal, I had to do something knowing
he had no intention of marriage.”

Flavia pressed her temples.

“It is truly lamentable that such an illustrious family might not continue,
even the sea goddess would mourn…”
Adèle just blinked her eyes as if it were someone else’s problem. She
seemed to have no respect for this ancient family.

Adèle then once again caught Flavia off guard.

“Then the Grand Duke is aware of my brother’s plan to resolve the contract
with Della Valle by bringing in an outsider.”

Flavia frowned again. This shoeshine girl was unnecessarily sharp.

“Yes. And Lord Cesare knows too. Both of them are aware… But that’s it.
This is no longer your concern.”

“Understood.”

Adèle nodded more readily than expected. Flavia couldn’t understand her
again.

If she was so obedient, she should have left as soon as she was told.

Flavia, exhausted from her sharpness, sank into the curved-legged chair.

“Since I’ve said this much, I might as well be frank. You’re probably
worried about your safety when you leave this place, aren’t you? I can help
with that.”

“…”

“Lord Cesare is ruthless, but if he knows Loredan’s hand is involved, he

will back down. So you can escape and live. I can give you some
compensation too.”

Flavia’s chin gradually lifted as she spoke.

‘If I’ve said this much, she should back down. She didn’t seem foolish.’

The head of Santnar’s council was involved in this.

What nerve did a mere shoeshine girl have to get involved in the conflict of
a great noble family like Bonaparte?

Adèle’s honey-colored eyes widened slightly and shook a bit.

Flavia was sure she would get a positive answer from her.

“I…”

Adèle finally started to speak.

At that moment, a savory smell wafted into the gallery. It was the happy
scent of butter and flour being cooked.

Flavia thought nothing of it. She assumed the kitchen was cooking since it
was lunchtime.

However, at that moment, she saw some kind of joy in Adèle’s eyes.
Strangely, at the same time, she also saw deep sorrow.
 High Society - Chapter 11 (11/180)

Chapter 11

‘…Why such an expression?’

Before Flavia could question further, Adèle spoke smoothly.

“I’m sorry, madam. I cannot obey your orders.”

“…!”

Flavia’s face twisted as she stood up.

“You greedy girl! You’re blinded by money! How utterly vulgar!”

“It’s not about the money.”

“Then it must be a man! I know very well what young girls like you think.
You’re finally confessing that you plan to seduce Lord Cesare with your
looks!”

Adèle remained silent for a moment before speaking.

“Then it means you find me pretty, madam. Thank you. But I also have my
preferences.”

“What…!”

Flavia clutched the back of her neck in shock. What had this shoeshine girl
grown up on to have such a positively wired mindset?

Adèle continued calmly.

“I just… enjoy the food here.”

“…What?”

“The cook is very good. Have you tried it, madam?”

“I’ve eaten the food here hundreds more times than you!”

“Did it suit your taste?”

“Of course! If Bonaparte’s food isn’t the best, you won’t find anything
worthy of being called food in all of Santnar!”

“Oh.”

Adèle smiled slightly, looking a bit pleased. For the first time, her usually
expressionless face showed some life.

Surprisingly, that small smile completely transformed Adèle’s impression.

Though pretty, her expressionless face had been dull and unappealing, but
now she looked as lovely as a shy angel.

“I see. No wonder… It was really delicious.”

“…”

Flavia was at a loss for words due to the sudden change.

Was this really the same rigid, indifferent shoeshine girl from earlier?

Adèle spoke softly with a faint smile still lingering on her face, filling in for
the speechless Flavia.

“Madam, neither the money, nor the future, nor love is a luxury I can afford.
I don’t dream of such things.”

“…Did you understand what I said? So, leave from Loredan…”

“No, madam.”

Adèle shook her head.

“For those who have to work today to avoid starving tomorrow, promises
like ‘I will do this and that for you’ are just mirages. The only thing that
matters is a warm meal today.”

Flavia was shocked. She finally realized what Adèle had been thinking
when she smelled the butter earlier. It was a very simple thought.

“Are you boasting that you let hunger dominate your rationality? That
makes you no better than a beast!”

Although it was almost an insult, Adèle didn’t even lose her faint smile and
asked calmly.

“Madam.”

“What now!”

“Have you ever been hungry?”

“…What?”

Flavia stupidly repeated. Adèle spoke with a gentle smile.

“Have you ever been unable to sleep due to hunger? Have you ever lived
for a month on just one hard barley bread a day?”

“Do you think I’ve ever lived such a lowly life?”

“No. Your gestures and speech exude the richness of life. You must have
lived your entire life receiving a proper education from a wealthy family.”

Flavia’s eyes trembled. The hand holding her stick also shook with
indignation.
“You… Are you saying if you were in my place, you wouldn’t be any
different?”

Adèle’s serene smile disappeared, replaced by a look of weary sadness.

“Yes.”

As the slap echoed, Adèle’s head turned.

“Are you trying to drag me down to your level?”

Adèle carefully touched her cheek as she listened to Flavia’s shouting.

Surprisingly, she did not make a single sound of pain or show any
expression of suffering.

As if she was very accustomed to it.

“That’s right.”

Adèle’s smile slowly disappeared, and a faint shadow of sorrow appeared

on her face.

“I’ve only lived a life of that level. I’ve lived in an uncertain world where
there is no guarantee that I will eat tomorrow just because I managed to eat
today.”

For a moment, Flavia was at a loss for words.

In that brief silence, Adèle slightly bent her knees. It was the noble greeting
she had been taught by Flavia today.

“So no matter how much you command me, madam, I will not leave
Bonaparte. I’m sorry.”

***

Flavia sat blankly in her chair. She was alone in the gallery. Epony, who had
returned to inform her of mealtime, had taken Adèle away, sensing that
something had happened.

Flavia, gripping her stick, took deep breaths for a long time before closing
her eyes tightly.

‘…This is troublesome.’

The image of the shoeshine girl bowing to her lingered in her mind.

Perfect… No, not perfect, but there was a fresh charm even in that slight
awkwardness of elegance.

After just half a day of education.

Flavia had taught many young ladies, but none had shown such progress on
the first day of education.

‘Even wearing those shoes.’

Come to think of it, she had also walked gracefully when leaving at the end,
exactly as she had been taught.

Persistent, tough, and outstanding.

But what she desired was merely the food in front of her. She wouldn’t let
go of that.

“…A disaster.”

It would have been easier if she desired money or aimed for social ascent
through her beauty.

But this…

“…”

Flavia’s face grew serious. Her feminine intuition began weaving a

connection between Adèle and Cesare as if it were fate.
It was undoubtedly irrational, but even so.

Flavia, shuddering with an uneasy premonition, gripped her stick tightly.

“I need to find another way…”

***

The next day, Madame Flavia conducted the lesson as if nothing had
happened.

Adèle also acted as if nothing had occurred the previous day.

“The ball begins with the host announcing it. First, the Grand March is
performed around the ballroom in straight lines, curves, and circles to a 2/4
time signature.”

She walked back and forth in front of Adèle, wearing a canary-yellow dress
with fluttering sleeves and a light blue fichu(1) adorned with a pearl band
draped over her shoulders.

“The first dance is traditionally performed with an escort, and gloves must
be worn when dancing. You must refuse the dance of any gentleman who
has not been introduced…”

Adèle listened to her teachings with a straight back, just as Flavia had
taught her the day before.

She still wore the tight shoes. The pain had intensified overnight.

She was used to pain, which was fortunate. A normal person would have
long since taken off the shoes and hit Madame Flavia with them.

‘At least it’s better than Kimora.’

Adèle thought back to when she had first transitioned from ‘Kimora’s
beggar’ to ‘Kimora’s shoeshine girl’ with an expressionless face.
The initiation involved being dragged into an alley, doused in filth, and
severely beaten with a leather belt.

Compared to that, having her feet crushed was an elegant and cute
punishment.

“…So, are you listening?”

“You mentioned that the dances are performed in the order of Polonaise,
Waltz, Pas de Quatre, Quadrille, Bolero, Mazurka, and Cotillion, madam.”

“…Tsk!”

Madame Flavia clicked her tongue.

“Your expression is like that of a freshly killed pigeon. How am I supposed

to know what you’re thinking?”

Even though it was an obviously insulting remark, Adèle remained

indifferent and thought about the taste of pigeon meat.

‘Birds don’t have much to eat. They’re not good.’

Madame Flavia shook her head, looking tired of Adèle’s expressionlessness.

The stick tapped her palm.

“…The first dance at a ball isn’t very important since it’s danced with an
escort anyway. The most popular dance is the waltz, and the mazurka is
danced with a lover or a person of interest.”

Although a bit strict, she was indeed a superb educator. Even while wanting
to drive Adèle out, she was thorough in her teaching.

“By which I mean, are you listening?”

“You said the mazurka is danced with a person of interest.”

“Damn girl.”
Madame Flavia finally uttered a curse and poked Adèle’s shoulder with the
end of her stick.

“It means you should dance the mazurka with Lord Ezra Della Valle.”

“I will remember that, madam.”

“Behave properly. Since there is a contract, it won’t be easy for Della Valle
to reject you.”

“Yes.”

“But you were not originally part of high society. Della Valle might use that
as an excuse to delay the contract to the next generation.”

[Footnotes]

1) Fichu: A type of light scarf worn over the shoulders.

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Chapter 12

At Madame Flavia’s words, Adèle hesitated. A sudden question came to her

mind.

“Madam, may I ask a question?”

“Cut out that stiff tone already!”

Madame Flavia snapped irritably, gesturing for Adèle to go on. Adèle knelt
and expressed her gratitude before speaking.

“I understand that my brother does not want to marry Della Valle. But as
you mentioned, can’t Della Valle postpone the agreement?”

In other words, it wasn’t necessary for her to win over Ezra Della Valle’s
favor.

If Ezra Della Valle rejected Adèle, Cesare would have the justification to
reject Lucrezia by saying, “You were the ones who refused.”

However, Madame Flavia scoffed.

“You’re truly revealing your selfish nature, only thinking of what’s best for
yourself.”

“…”

“Can you commit to such a thing? Can you force such a difficult agreement
on your descendants? You’ve lived off the glory built by your ancestors,
how can you pass the responsibility to the next generation?”
I see. Adèle, having received nothing from her ancestors, didn’t understand.
She bowed her head indifferently.

“I’m sorry, madam.”

“Is that a face that looks sorry?”

“Even that, I’m sorry, madam.”

Madame Flavia began pounding her chest in frustration.

Then, as if a new wave of anger had come over her, she sighed deeply.

“Lord Cesare is also too much. How can he refuse marriage while claiming
to uphold the Grand Duke’s will…”

That’s true.

Adèle thought the same but suddenly realized she wasn’t much different.

After all, she had come here because she didn’t want to sell her body.

Then a question followed.

Did that libertine also dislike arranged marriage? Why? He seemed so

calculative…

At that moment, loud voices could be heard outside the gallery window.

“What a magnificent garden. I’ve never seen marble sculptures so full of

life.”

“And the frescoes? Moreover, did you see? There are so many works by
Angela Moss!”

Voices mixed with the common language and foreign languages were
muffled through the glass.

Soon, a distinctly clear voice interrupted the conversation.

“Bonaparte has always sponsored talented artists.”

Cesare. It was him.

Madame Flavia froze at Cesare’s uniquely low and sensual voice, and so
did Adèle.

“Even so, I’ve heard that the artists discovered by Lord Cesare are
revolutionizing the Horizon Academy. Your eye for talent is truly
remarkable.”

“It is a great joy and blessing for Bonaparte.”

“His Majesty is also expressing his gratitude…”

“You’re all flattering me too much.”

Cesare and his entourage walked away, unaware that the two women were
holding their breath.

‘Drènsh é…’

Adèle pondered over the conversation.

Although all countries were increasingly using the common language,

unique languages still remained, particularly around the royal families.

Among them, Drènsh é was used in the central continent’s Orqueenia and
Luthiena.

“It seems there’s a delegation from Orqueenia.”

Madame Flavia said, as if sharing Adèle’s thoughts.

“Has a delegation come from Orqueenia?”

“Yes. Prince Adilot has ascended to the throne. His rule is not yet stable, but
having received support from Bonaparte, they are likely here to show
respect.”
Madame Flavia spoke, seemingly forgetting that she was talking to a
shoeshine girl.

Santnar thrived on trade and the artisans’ artworks.

And Orqueenia was the closest land and the largest trading partner of
Santnar.

Orqueenia had a fierce struggle for the throne for a long time, and Cesare
had suddenly declared his support for one prince a few years ago.

Everyone tried to dissuade him, but Cesare did not waver.

And the prince, who had no support base, grew terrifyingly to become the
emperor.

In other words.

“My brother’s influence in the Signoria will increase.”

“That’s right. I’m ashamed to say, but I was one of those who tried to
dissuade him. But in the end, Lord Cesare was right.”

Adèle remained silent.

‘Handsome, rich, from a good family, capable…’

What could he be lacking?

Although he was abandoned by his parents, he didn’t seem to consider that

a weakness.

Madame Flavia, who had been looking out the window, turned back to
Adèle and frowned.

“Anyway, there will be many outsiders around for a while, so avoid going
to the outer palace.”

“Yes, madam.”
Adèle nodded meekly. She had no reason to encounter them anyway.

***

A week passed as swiftly as the waters of the Lacrima River. Adèle attended
Madame Flavia’s lessons every day without fail.

“Again! I told you to keep your eyes on your partner until the end when
leaving!”

Madame Flavia harshly pushed Adèle, who silently endured.

She had always liked studying. Compared to the struggle to survive, it was
easy.

In exchange, she got delicious meals made from fresh ingredients and a
warm, cozy bed, so it was a profitable trade.

Moreover, Madame Flavia’s teachings were excellent, even to Adèle, who

knew nothing.

Adèle learned voice training, etiquette, social speech, and walking from her.

She learned how to compliment someone without lowering herself, how to

address a lady of higher status, and how to gracefully decline a gentleman’s
invitation.

“Attending balls is essential to becoming a member of the high society. All

the power of Santnar gathers in that small ballroom.”

Adèle began learning the basic box step.

The pain in her feet worsened. Initially, a night’s sleep alleviated the pain
somewhat, but later, her feet burned even after sleeping.

Epony silently washed and applied medicine to her feet, but it was useless.
In less than an hour, her feet were back in the tiny shoes, being crushed
again.
Epony, the taciturn maid, was always present during the lessons.

She stood against the wall, not interfering no matter what Madame Flavia
did.

She just observed all their actions with her glassy blue eyes.

She only intervened occasionally.

“Madame Flavia, the young master does not want the young lady to be
harmed.”

This was mainly when Madame Flavia tried to touch Adèle’s arm or face
with the stick that had a small triangular piece of leather at the end.

Meanwhile, Cesare never sought Adèle.

However, Adèle often saw him.

“Your walk is vulgar and cunning because of your lowly origins! Take a
walk around the garden to correct it!”

It started after she began walking in the garden due to Madame Flavia’s
teaching… disguised as a pretext for bullying.

It wasn’t difficult to spot Cesare in a crowd.

He was exceptionally tall among the generally short people of Santnar.

Occasionally, foreigners from Trevereum, Orqueenia, and Luthiena could

match his height, but that was it.

None of them had shoulders as broad or a waist as slim and well-defined as

Cesare’s, so he still stood out from 500 yards away.

Cesare was usually at the center of the group, flashing a smile that could
grasp anyone’s heart.

Even from a distance, it was clear that people were eager to talk to him.
This behavior was more often observed among ladies.

Ladies in Orqueenia-style dresses with half-exposed chests, or in Santnar-

style silk dresses that fell straight down, and more ladies, all kinds of ladies.

Many women were seen rubbing their chests or shoulders against his arm.

Cesare did not reject them. He just looked at their antics with a fond gaze,
curving his eyes into crescents and kissing their foreheads.

The curious thing was.

‘It doesn’t seem very fun…’

Adèle thought, passing by indifferently from afar.

Bonaparte’s libertine. Fate and God’s favored one.

With such titles, she expected him to be deeply immersed in pleasure.

While he was indeed skillful and relaxed, he seemed like someone

searching for something else. He looked empty. It didn’t make sense, but it
did.

And Adèle often felt that their eyes met. This was also an absurd thought.
Adèle quickly dismissed the ridiculous notion.
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Chapter 13

Not today.

Cesare thought as he looked indifferently towards the inner palace while

strolling in the garden with others.

Recently, he often saw his ‘sister’ during his walks.

Adèle Bibi. Adelaide Bonaparte.

It seemed their walking times overlapped. His new sister was beautiful
enough to be noticeable from 500 yards away, so she invariably caught his
eye whenever their times coincided.

They almost always made eye contact.

But that was all.

Adèle merely glanced at Cesare as if he were a street statue and went her
way.

Unbelievable.

Such indifference, he had only ever received from his parents.

“What’s over there?”

At that moment, someone clung to his arm. It was his partner for the day.

A blonde with…well, it didn’t matter much, a lady with large breasts.

“Usually a mermaid, but she’s not there today.”

“Huh?”

The blonde squinted and tilted her head to look towards the inner palace. In
Santnar, ‘mermaid’ also meant a beautiful woman.

Cesare wrapped his arm around her head and covered her eyes with his
hand.

“There’s one right here, though.”

“You’re so naughty, my lord.”

“So you don’t like it?”

Cesare pulled her closer and kissed her lightly.

“Not that I don’t like it…”

The blonde pouted, but her lips were already curling into a smile. She
pretended to lower the hand covering her eyes and intertwined their fingers.

“It’s just that I want your attention, my lord.”

She placed her hand on her chest with an innocent expression, a gesture
meant to draw his eyes to her bosom, which was accentuated by her corset.

How ridiculous and cute.

Cesare let out a small laugh without hiding his amused gaze.

“I’m giving it to you.”

“Deeper attention.”

“I can give you that in bed.”

“My lord, I…”

“You’ll come tonight? I’ll be waiting.”

Her cheeks turned red. She confirmed that they were a bit away from the
group and pressed herself closer.

“Lord Cesare.”

Her eyes sparkled like starlight. Cesare felt a sense of foreboding.

“If you promise to take me seriously, I’ll come tonight.”

Cesare kept his smile silent.

Judging by her nonsense, it was time to slap her and send her away.

Why do they all try to give meaning to a one-night stand?

Thinking that everyone had such a tiring personality, Cesare lazily ran his
fingers through her blonde hair.

It used to seem quite lovely, but after seeing Adèle’s hair, it didn’t feel the
same.

“You’re cute.”

“…! Really…”

“Overstepping.”

The woman stiffened. Cesare laughed softly, twirling her hair around his
finger.

“Let’s keep it reasonable.”

He tried to kiss her forehead soothingly, but she pulled away. She trembled
and spoke with a furious face.

“…I’m leaving.”
“Alright. Get home safely.”

“…!”

She glared at him, her face turning bright red, then spun around. As she
stomped away, tears flew from her eyes.

“Ha!”

Cesare, feeling pleased, laughed out loud.

The group was out of sight. The smile on his lips gradually faded.

How boring.

Cesare took out a cigar with a bored expression. Suddenly, his gaze turned
towards the inner palace.

The green, wave-like hair was still nowhere to be seen.

“…”

Is her walk late today?

Just as he thought and was about to light his cigar, he heard voices again.

“Seriously, again…”

“How can he be like this here unless he’s obsessed with women?”

It hadn’t been a few minutes since entering the garden, and ladies were
already coming around the corner.

Cesare tossed his fifty-gold-a-stick cigar to the ground without hesitation

and approached them.

“Ladies, is something wrong?”

Cesare asked, reaching out to the lady at the front.

She reflexively offered her hand while frowning.

“Lord Cesare, I regret to inform you…”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“…Sigh. We were enjoying the surroundings and were a bit late to the
garden, where we saw a beautiful sculpture fountain.”

“Bercelli’s ‘Goddess of Spring,’ I assume.”

“Yes, but.”

The lady’s cheeks twitched with irritation.

“There was Lord Henry again, ‘doing that’!”

“He acts like any woman of lower status would fall for his position.”

As soon as the first lady finished speaking, the other ladies began chiming
in.

“I don’t understand why he behaves like that! Even at Bonaparte, he has to

act that way?”

“And the person seemed to be a noble.”

“Oh my, who knows? She seemed to have her shoes off.”

Ladies don’t show their feet carelessly. Showing bare feet is an intimate
gesture to seduce a man.

Is there a security lapse?

Just as Cesare was about to smile smoothly.

“Besides, I’ve never seen such a beauty in the Fornatie social circles.”

Cesare immediately realized who the barefoot lady was.

“Lord!”

At that moment, his aide, Gigi, hurriedly caught up from behind. Cesare
spoke to him.

“Gigi, please guide the ladies to the drawing room. They might be upset.”

He then quickly walked towards the ‘Spring Garden.’

His long legs swiftly crossed the garden.

It didn’t take long before the edge of the white marble sculpture fountain
came into view.

At that moment, he heard someone shouting with a mix of fear.

“Let go, I said!”

***

Recently, Adèle had often encountered Cesare during her walks.

It was very uncomfortable for her. She feared constantly loitering in front of
Cesare might irritate him.

But she couldn’t ignore Madame Flavia’s order to practice ‘a lady’s walk.’

“Walking gracefully and lightly on any path, be it a stony road or a mud

puddle, is the virtue of a lady.”

Does that make a lady like a water strider?

Thinking about how angry Madame Flavia would be, Adèle delayed her
daily walks slightly.

Adèle opened her parasol and looked up at the sky as she stepped into the
garden.

‘The weather is nice…’

Gentle autumn sunlight filtered through the beige linen parasol with its
white buffalo horn handle.

Santnar’s autumn, warm all year round, was the most pleasant time, neither
too hot nor too humid.

Adèle stepped forward with a refreshed feeling, but the pain shooting
through her feet made her close her mouth tightly.

Why are my feet so weak?

‘Think good thoughts, good thoughts…’

She kept walking nonchalantly, but her steps were very slow.

‘Today’s lunch was Bagna Cauda(1), Osso Buco(2), Marzipan(3)…’

She tried to recall the wonderful lunch menu and the surely delicious dinner
menu, but it wasn’t very effective.

The dull pain from her swollen and blistered feet made her thoughts tangle
like a thread.

But she had to continue.

She had to eat, and she had to survive.

Just as Adèle gripped the parasol and took another step, Epony, who had
been quietly following behind, spoke.

“…Miss.”

Adèle turned around, seeing Epony’s serious face. She hesitated before
speaking.

“…Are your feet okay?”

“They’re fine.”
“…”

Epony’s expression grew complicated at the immediate response.

“Actually, your walking is already perfect.”

Adèle’s eyes widened slightly. Epony continued, showing a hint of distress.

“Madame Flavia surely knows as well. Your progress is dazzling. Your walk
is impeccable, and you absorb information like a sponge.”

“Really?”

“Yes. While maintaining such poise in urgent situations requires repetitive

training, no one would think you’re of a lower class now.”

“Oh… that’s a relief.”

Epony frowned at Adèle’s reaction, looking like she couldn’t understand

her.

“…Madame Flavia’s lessons are certainly high-level. But this is unjust

punishment.”

Her blue eyes glanced at Adèle’s feet. Adèle nodded again.

“I see.”

[Footnotes]

1) Bagna Cauda: A fondue-like dish made with anchovies, garlic, olive oil,
butter, and vegetables like celery and artichokes.

2) Osso Buco: A Milanese dish made by braising veal shanks with wine and
onions.

3) Marzipan: A soft confection made from ground almonds, sugar, and egg
whites.
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Chapter 14

“…”

Epony looked at Adèle with a sense of unjustness.

Adèle silently walked into the ‘Spring Garden’ surrounded by tall cypress
trees. It was a very slow walk, of course.

“Don’t your feet hurt?”

Epony asked from behind. It seemed their conversation wasn’t over.

Why was she like this today?

“They hurt, but what’s the big deal about a bit of foot damage? I don’t have
to sell my body, and I get meals every day.”

“But…”

“Epony.”

Adèle said firmly.

“It’s always easy to talk about someone else’s problems from the other side
of the river.”

The sound of footsteps following her stopped.

Was she shocked?

It didn’t matter, as long as she stopped talking.

Adèle was now struggling to maintain an ‘elegant’ walk, breaking out in a

cold sweat as just walking was hard.

Just then, the narrow path widened, revealing a sculpted fountain.

Adèle paused for a moment.

‘Bercelli’s ‘Goddess of Spring’…’

It was a piece she had seen in books. And it was indeed as beautiful as the
book described.

But right now, the low steps around the fountain looked like a holy
sanctuary to Adèle.

‘I’ll just sit down… and think.’

As Adèle took a deep breath and stepped forward again.

“…!”

The toe of her shoe caught on a stone.

Adèle, who had been almost dragging her feet, immediately fell.

“My lady!”

“Ugh…”

Epony cried out in shock from behind and rushed over.

Adèle barely managed to brace her fall with her hands, preventing her knees
from getting scraped, but the balance she had been maintaining shattered,
and sweat poured down like a waterfall.

“I will help you up.”

Epony quickly supported Adèle under her armpits. With Epony’s assistance,
Adèle managed to sit on the edge of the fountain.

“Let me check your feet.”

Epony knelt in front of Adèle, carefully lifted her dress, and touched her
feet.

“…!”

Just taking off the shoes sent a wave of pain up her spine, causing Adèle to
grit her teeth unknowingly.

Her exposed feet were a mess of burst blisters, pus, scabs, and blood,
emitting a foul odor. Some areas were bruised, others were raw and red.

Epony’s face hardened.

“…You can’t walk like this.”

Adèle’s face also hardened.

“…Is there no anesthetic or something?”

“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“There are still lessons today. I think I can endure it during class.”

“…”

Epony’s cheeks trembled for some unknown reason.

“…I’ll get a wheelchair. Please wait here for a moment.”

Epony washed Adèle’s feet in the fountain water and quickly disappeared
down a small path, her face set with determination.

Only the sound of birds remained after she left.

Breathing in the calm and tranquil afternoon air, Adèle quietly brought her
legs together.

If asked if it hurt, of course, it did.

But even including this, life here was incomparable to her days in Kimora.

Adèle was content with this. She didn’t care if someone called her a dog or
a pig. She didn’t want to be hungry anymore, nor did she want to be sold to
a brothel.

This is enough.

Just as Adèle was taking a deep breath and tilting her head back.

“They say ‘The Heart of the Mermaid’ will be revealed soon…”

“Along with other works by Angela…”

Hearing distant voices, Adèle froze.

With so many voices, it was obvious who was coming.

‘Cesare!’

She wanted to scream.

She had deliberately delayed her walk, but it seemed he had chosen this
time for his walk as well.

Adèle quickly looked at herself.

Though her feet were washed, they were a mess, and her skirt was dirty
from the fall.

Meeting Cesare like this?

She felt a chill run down her spine, wanting to disappear.

In that moment of desperation, she had no choice. She hurriedly moved into
the fountain, hiding behind the tall statue.

Just as she hid behind the statue, a group of people appeared as if on cue.

“By the way, Miss Lucrezia isn’t here. I thought she’d come as Lord
Cesare’s partner.”

“Didn’t you know? The Duke of Della Valle ordered her to stay put.”

“That should be over soon, right?”

Adèle, crouching and holding her breath, peeked out slightly.

The marble statue was large enough to hide her completely.

As they neared the fountain, the group admired ‘The Goddess of Spring’
and seemed to be walking away.

‘Are they gone…?’

Adèle, who hadn’t been able to breathe properly, slightly peeked out.

“Look at this?”

“…!”

A man suddenly appeared. He had approached silently, catching her off

guard.

“I wondered why there were shoes lying around. Hey! Everyone, look! I
caught a mermaid at Bonaparte!”

Before Adèle could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her.

“Ugh…”

Her feet protested in pain, and her knees buckled.

In an instant, Adèle fell into the fountain water with a loud splash.

“Henry, come on! That’s too much!”

“Hey? It wasn’t me! She fell on her own!”

Bastards…

Adèle, who had hit her knees on the fountain floor, barely stifled a groan.
She managed to pull herself up by gripping the edge of the fountain.

“Cough, cough…”

Water that had entered her nose and mouth came out as a cough. Her hands
and feet were trembling.

As she wiped her tears and pushed back her wet hair, she noticed something
strange.

“…?”

Lifting her head, she saw the shadows of men beyond her water-streaked
vision.

All of them were looking down at her with odd expressions.

To be precise, at her wet face and body.

“…!”

Adèle quickly tried to cover herself, but the man was faster.

“Oh, oh! Hey. Who said you could move?”

The closest man, the first to discover her, grabbed her wrist like lightning.

“You’re not a noble lady or young miss, are you?”

The man grinned. He had already checked her bare feet.

“You have good clothes for a maid. Who are you? I’ve never heard of
Cesare bringing a woman.”

The man’s mouth curled into a mischievous smile. His slicked-back hair,
with a few strands left down, matched his sly tone.

But he must be a noble. Someone who knew Cesare.

Adèle was trembling, unable to speak. She didn’t know what to do.

“Not talking? You’ll be punished if you don’t talk? Or do you want to be

punished? Haha!”

“Ugh…!”

The man pulled her arm again. Adèle was dragged and leaned against the
edge of the fountain.

Her chest became more exposed. Some men tilted their heads to get a better
view.

Bastards.

Adèle bit her lip, trying to shake off his hand, but her arm didn’t budge.

Meanwhile, Adèle saw the skirts of the ladies through the men surrounding
her.

But they were leaving, like a flock of birds moving to a new habitat, upon
seeing the commotion.

“…”

Yeah. She hadn’t expected anything from the start.

Some men approached closer, while others stepped back.

“Henry, stop. This is Bonaparte.”

“So what?”

Maybe it was a sore spot. Henry’s voice grew harsh.

“Am I supposed to be afraid of Bonaparte’s watch even for touching a

maid? Do they think they’re kings?”

Someone spoke up, sensing the tension.

“Henry, you’re too excited.”

“And, doesn’t she look familiar?”

“You thought so too? I had the same feeling…”

“What are you talking about?”

Henry shouted irritably and grabbed Adèle’s chin roughly.

“Hey, are you a noble? No, right? Obviously not! Would a lady be hiding
barefoot in a fountain?”

He shook her head back and forth, then lifted her hand.

“Look. Her hands are rough!”

Her slender, white hands, though marked with scars, dangled as he pulled.

“She doesn’t have a lady’s hands…”

Someone commented, looking her up and down again. There was a sound
of someone licking their lips.
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Chapter 15

“Bastard, can’t you stop?”

Adèle, about to shout like someone from Kimora, mustered her patience
and glared at Henry. For the first time, she opened her mouth.

“If you pull any harder, you’ll tear my arm and torso apart.”

“What?”

“Just let go, or you’ll regret it.”

Henry hesitated.

That’s right. That’s how you people talk.

Adèle seized the moment of hesitation.

“Let go. You’ll regret it.”

She tried hard not to speak like someone from Kimora while pulling her
body towards the fountain.

Henry almost let go of Adèle.

But then, a drop of water hanging from Adèle’s chin fell.

The clear droplet captured the men’s gazes as it landed between her wet
cleavage. The water ran down the raised white skin, slipping between the
folds of her dress.
The gathered gazes and the oppressive atmosphere made Adèle’s anxiety
spiral out of control.

As she hesitated, her skirt in the water rippled like a mermaid’s tail.

“…Wow, not bad. What’s this?”

Henry, who was about to let go, tightened his grip again.

Even those who had been pretending to stop him exchanged meaningful
looks.

“On closer look, she doesn’t resemble much…”

“A maid or a governess?”

“Or maybe a secret prostitute.”

“Oh. A prostitute.”

“There are plenty of customers here.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“…I said let go!”

Adèle shouted through gritted teeth, but Henry just pulled her arm harder
and smirked.

“Hey. You bitch. Cesare doesn’t even treat you like a human.”

“What are you talking about…!”

“So why not just fuck with me…”

At that moment.

A sharp sound of a shoe heel echoed.

It didn’t come from around the fountain. Adèle and Henry, along with the
others, all turned their heads simultaneously.

“…!”

“…”

There stood Cesare with a cold expression.

Adèle slowly inhaled.

Looking at the men before her and then at Cesare, her vision suddenly
cleared. His outstanding appearance became strikingly real.

Cesare wore his coat over his broad shoulders as usual. The light gray
Sogdian silk frock coat was obviously expensive.

His black pants, tailored to fit perfectly, indecently highlighted his solid
thighs.

The white poplin shirt was, as always, unbuttoned more than one-third
down. Perhaps he had a condition where he would die if he didn’t expose at
least that much of his chest.

And today, his bronze hair was especially stylishly combed back, under
which his golden eyes shone like a calm lightning strike.

“Lord Cesare…”

“When did you… This is, well…”

Aware of the attention, Cesare stood silent, hands in his pockets.

Then he moved his hand as if to light a cigar.

But realizing he had nothing in hand, he muttered.

“Shouldn’t have thrown it away.”

At that moment, one of the men grabbed Adèle’s other arm.

“Lord Cesare! We caught an intruder!”

Adèle let out a small groan, but no one paid attention to it.

Only Cesare heard the groan and looked at Adèle. His golden eyes,
gleaming like strange stars, gazed at her before scanning the others.

“Hmm.”

He slowly furrowed his brow and smiled. His cheeks dimpled prettily, and
the bags under his eyes puffed up, forming a smile.

It was clearly a smile of displeasure. He spoke lowly.

“Is there a Lord Cesare here? There seems to be a ‘Cesare bastard,’ but no
Lord Cesare.”

“…!”

Henry’s face flushed with embarrassment, but his brown eyes still held
discontent. He was more troubled than repentant.

Cesare noticed that too. Smiling leisurely, he moved through the crowd.

“Henry. Henry Fetch.”

“…”

Cesare, with his imposing height and broad shoulders, stood before Henry.

Henry, who had been pouting, quickly withdrew his protruding lips.

Cesare whispered.

“‘Cesare bastard?’”

Before Henry could respond, Cesare continued.

“The Earl of Fetch will be delighted to hear this. He’s been tirelessly
frequenting Bonaparte, trying to borrow some money, even bringing the
Countess along to evoke my sympathy.”

Henry’s eyes flared with anger. But Cesare wasn’t finished.

“If you wanted to make enemies with me, you should have said so. I was
getting tired of your parents anyway. I don’t deal with beggars.”

Adèle couldn’t help but be impressed. At this point, it was hard to tell who
the bad guy was.

Henry, unable to hold back, clenched his fist.

“You bastard…!”

“Go ahead, hit me. I’ll treat your parents the same.”

“…!”

Henry’s fist stopped mid-air.

He fumed with a red face but couldn’t bring himself to hit Cesare.

It was Cesare. He wouldn’t start a fight, but once it began, he wouldn’t

hesitate to punch someone’s elderly parents.

“…”

Henry trembled with humiliation, his fist still clenched. Cesare smiled
kindly.

“Your father will be pleased that his son has come to his senses.
Congratulations on waking up before the fairy died(1).”

“You son of a…!”

Henry, unable to hold back any longer, tried to lunge at Cesare, but a man
beside him quickly grabbed his arm.
With her arm free, Adèle swiftly retreated to the inside of the fountain.

“Stop, Henry! Stop it!”

“He insulted me! And what? My mother before she dies?! That bastard
thinks he’s a king!”

“It’s a fairy tale, Henry Fetch. The dead one is a fairy, not your parents,
right?”

“Lord Cesare! Please stop! You’ve gone too far!”

“What’s too far is treating my sister like a prostitute.”

The sudden cold voice made the surroundings fall silent. Even Henry froze
with his mouth open.

“…”

“…?”

“…Sister?”

The men’s eyes turned to Adèle by the fountain, their faces gradually
showing confusion, embarrassment, and fear.

“W-wait a moment, Lord Cesare. Sister…?”

“Adelaide. Come here.”

Cesare turned away as if the conversation wasn’t worth hearing.

“…”

All eyes turned to Adèle.

Hesitating under their gazes, Adèle began to walk towards Cesare.

But she couldn’t take a single step.

The forgotten pain in her feet made her collapse dramatically into the
fountain.

‘…’

If there was a mouse hole, she wanted to crawl into it. She bit her lip. It felt
as if she could hear Cesare’s exasperated sigh in her ear.

But then, surprisingly, Cesare strode into the fountain.

“Brother…”

Before Adèle could finish speaking, Cesare wrapped his coat around her
shoulders.

The scent of almonds and chocolate enveloped her.

As if mesmerized, she looked up and met his gaze.

Cesare’s face tightened as he stared down at her with a complex expression.

“Adelaide.”

“…Brother.”

Cesare sighed. The end of his breath trembled. He seemed genuinely

worried.

At that moment, one of the men shouted in panic.

“Don’t lie! Everyone knows you don’t have a sister!”

Cesare’s eyes calmly turned to him.

“I didn’t have one, but now I do. Apparently, my parents are still quite
amorous.”

“…”
“Do I have to explain this?”

The man clammed up instantly, his face pale. Just as Cesare had said.

While everyone else was speechless, someone whispered tearfully.

“I told you she looked alike…”

Henry, who had turned pale, shouted belatedly.

“But who would think she’s a lady? Showing her bare feet like that, with
feet like those!”

At his words, Adèle reflexively tried to hide her feet, but it was too late.

Cesare was already looking at her feet in the water.

Scarred, blistered, raw, swollen feet that didn’t look like they belonged to a
noble.

Not just because of Madame Flavia’s lessons. How much care could a
struggling shoeshine girl give her feet?

“…”

Cesare’s golden eyes widened slightly, and he was momentarily speechless.

[Footnotes]

1) From Carlo Collodi’s novel Pinocchio. The fairy, symbolizing the

mother, is abandoned by the mischievous wooden puppet Pinocchio and
dies painfully.
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Chapter 16

Adèle bit her lip and covered her feet with the hem of her dress.

The thought of her neglected feet looking dirty and unsightly in his eyes
made her feel dizzy.

“…Brother.”

Adèle blurted out anything as the nausea rose.

The golden eyes, which seemed lost in thought, finally met hers.

Adèle stammered as she spoke.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to tarnish the Bonaparte name, so I practiced

hard… and my feet got hurt.”

Cesare silently gazed at Adèle. Her head spun more and more.

“I found it difficult to walk, so I sent Epony. I didn’t expect such a thing to

happen inside Bonaparte.”

Adèle trembled as she spoke. The water droplets on her eyelashes caught
the light, scattering beautifully.

The men watched her, mesmerized, forgetting the situation.

The implication that the real issue was the immorality that almost occurred
within Bonaparte was only grasped by Cesare.
“Hmph.”

With a small sigh, Cesare’s eyes regained their usual sharpness, like those
of an untamed raptor.

“Yes, you’re right.”

The next moment, Cesare lifted Adèle effortlessly. It was as light a motion
as picking up a paper boat from the water’s surface.

“Brother?”

Adèle, startled, instinctively wrapped her arms around Cesare’s neck.

“Your clothes are wet…”

“I told you not to overdo it. What’s so important about reputation?”

“But…”

“There’s no need to push yourself so hard that you hurt yourself.”

Surprisingly, Cesare said this gently, kissing the top of Adèle’s head.

Adèle’s body stiffened, and the men were shocked.

Cesare, seemingly oblivious to their reactions, whispered softly.

“Who would dare to doubt you when I’ve acknowledged you?”

“…But, if I become a laughingstock in society, it could bring disgrace…”

Her words faltered with embarrassment. Cesare didn’t correct her but
laughed quietly.

“It’s people like them who bring disgrace. Family doesn’t say such things.”

“…”
The nausea that had been churning subsided instantly. Her mind went blank.
She had never heard such words, even as a joke. It was confusingly warm.
Hot.

Isn’t this too much? Are nobles usually like this? Is this what typical
campanilismo(1) feels like? What’s the proper way for a lady to react to
such disturbingly warm treatment?

Caught off guard, she found herself reaching for Cesare’s face. Pulling his
firm, smooth jaw closer, she kissed both of his cheeks.

“…Thank you, Brother.”

This time, Cesare flinched. Only Adèle, who was in his arms, noticed it
clearly.

“You’re welcome.”

But Cesare skillfully accepted Adèle’s kiss and wrapped his coat more
tightly around her.

As Cesare carried her out of the fountain, his lower body soaked, Adèle
closed her eyes. She realized belatedly how valuable he was.

The coat might be worth around 1,500 gold, the pants 800 gold? The shoes
could be over 2,000 gold. Her head spun again.

Surely he wouldn’t ask her to repay it. If he did, he’d be a real scoundrel…

“Well then.”

Cesare rested Adèle’s head against his neck and looked around.

His brows furrowed, and a distinct curve formed at the corners of his
mouth. His gaze was sharp, like a blade carved from starlight.

“So, who was planning to have fun with my sister?”

“…!”
The men’s faces turned various shades of blue, white, and red. Excuses and
sycophantic smiles burst forth simultaneously.

“Lord, it was just a joke!”

“Yes! We were only trying to stop Sir Henry!”

“We didn’t know she was your sister. It was a mistake…!”

“Interesting. So, if she wasn’t my sister, it would have been okay?”

“Well, that’s…”

Stammering, the men couldn’t continue. Cesare scoffed at them.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Their faces brightened.

“So, you’ll forgive us…!”

“I plan to harass your families in return. By mistake, of course, so please

forgive me.”

Cesare laughed quietly as he passed by them.

***

As Cesare carried her through the garden, Adèle finally understood why
women were so infatuated with him.

His body, which held her, was as solid and heavy as a sailboat, and she felt
as though she were the most precious treasure in the world.

Whenever Adèle squirmed and looked up, their eyes would meet.

Each time, Cesare would smile sweetly, his eyes crinkling with a seductive
charm that made her stomach flutter.
“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“…”

Maybe because someone might be watching, but his acting was truly
excellent.

His smile, boyishly mischievous yet gentlemanly elegant, was so dazzling

and leisurely that it seemed to want to seduce everything in sight.

At the same time, it was affectionate, as if he genuinely wanted to comfort

his sister who had been through a lot.

However, as soon as they entered the inner palace.

“Do I really have to do this?”

His eyes, which had shone warmly like the sun, instantly froze over.

“I’m sorry.”

Adèle immediately responded to the voice that sliced through the air like a
blade the moment the inner palace door closed.

“…If you want to drop me, I’m ready.”

Adèle spoke nervously.

Fortunately, Cesare didn’t drop her outright.

He probably didn’t want to see her joints break after carefully bringing her
in.

“…I’ll get down.”

Adèle couldn’t even look at his face and clumsily got out of his arms.

“…!”
She made a loud noise as she collapsed to the floor, forgetting the condition
of her feet.

A silent scream clawed at her throat.

It hurt terribly.

Barely stifling a groan, she remained paralyzed by the searing pain in her
feet and knees.

Cesare laughed sharply above her.

“You’re doing all sorts of things.”

“…”

That’s right. This is Cesare.

The kindness from earlier was just an illusion.

Knowing this didn’t make it any easier. Adèle clenched her fists as she lay
on the ground.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to run into you…”

“Where’s Epony?”

“She went to get a wheelchair because I couldn’t walk.”

“That wasn’t my order.”

“…”

“I didn’t hire a cripple who can’t even stand properly in front of her
siblings.”

His mockery flowed like a song. Adèle struggled to her feet.

Or tried to.
As she tried to stand, something heavy pinned her foot down.

Ugh.

Adèle let out a pained groan and collapsed again.

Sweating from the pain that radiated from her foot, she looked down.

Cesare’s wet shoe was stepping on her foot.

“Adelaide.”

Cesare, hands in his pockets, slowly bent down, casting a shadow over
Adèle.

“Do you have some fantasy?”

All thoughts evaporated from Adèle’s mind in an instant.

“Do you enjoy being mistreated by many? Is it a habit you learned on the
streets? Or do you just like any man with something between his legs?”

“…”

“If not, why did they think it was okay to act like that in Bonaparte’s
garden?”

Her jaw trembled. Her whole body felt hot, as if being cut by a blade.

“…Are you saying I seduced them?”

“How would I know? You should know.”

Adèle swallowed hard.

“…I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?”
“No.”

Again, a pleasant laugh echoed. Adèle’s composure, which had withstood

all kinds of street abuse, began to crack.

“Adelaide.”

Cesare slowly applied pressure to her foot.

“Madame Flavia is giving you a hard time, isn’t she?”

His monk-strap shoes made of fine cordovan leather moved slowly.

Crushing Adèle’s foot as if squashing a strawberry in a jam jar.

“Can’t you handle something like that? You could crush her with a power
struggle or win her favor by being charming. There must be many ways. I
even taught you.”

“…”

“You’re good at begging, swallowing your pride. So why couldn’t you

handle this and let things get this bad…”

Cesare’s voice, leaning down to peer at the bug he was stepping on, pierced
Adèle’s ears.

[Footnotes]

1) Campanilismo: A strong sense of local pride and familial loyalty,

characteristic of Italian culture.
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Chapter 17

To be clear, this incident had little to do with Madame Flavia’s harassment.

Adèle had been walking in the garden because it was a part of the noble
routine.

Cesare knew that.

He was just… annoyed.

He couldn’t present Adèle as he had planned, at the time and place he

wanted.

He got involved in a petty power struggle between two women.

“…It was my fault.”

Adèle killed the rising anger within her several times over.

“…I was wrong. It was my fault.”

“Glad you know.”

With a voice that oozed leisure and sensuality, Cesare removed his foot. As
he straightened his bent waist, the shadow that loomed over Adèle
disappeared.

In the residual pain, Adèle stared at her feet.

Her feet, which were already oozing pus from the wounds.
Noticing this, Cesare nudged her foot with the tip of his shoe.

“Make sure to get treated.”

“…”

“Save the crying for Ezra.”

At that moment, when her eyes burned and her chest heaved, Epony burst
into the drawing room.

“Young Master!”

The maid, who had never been seen running or raising her voice, did both
as she blocked Cesare’s path.

“Young Master! The lady is…”

“Lessons are canceled for three days.”

With that, Cesare turned away coldly.

***

Meanwhile, while Cesare carried Adèle, a commotion occurred in a corner

of the garden.

The ladies from Fornatie, whom Cesare had instructed his secretary to lead
to the outer palace, had a different plan.

Cesare’s secretary, Gigi, tried to guide them to the outer palace, but the
weather was too good. The ladies decided to stay in the garden a little
longer, avoiding the foolish Henry and his gang, and headed to another
garden.

In the cypress garden, they saw Cesare carrying someone preciously

towards the inner palace.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

The first lady who saw the scene screamed.

Soon, all of them noticed Cesare, holding a woman wrapped in his coat,
with only her pale, candle-like legs visible.

“What is this? Is she really Lord Cesare’s lover or…!”

“But she’s barefoot! Lord Cesare never dealt with anyone but ladies!”

“Has his taste changed?”

“Whatever it is, it’s not ordinary… Wait, did he just comfort her?”

“Gasp…”

The ladies forgot to hide their faces with fans and stared in shock. It was
indeed a surprising sight.

Cesare never kept a particular lover. He didn’t stop women from coming
and didn’t hold them back from leaving.

He treated all ladies like queens, but it was clear he only saw them as
temporary partners.

Moreover, he had never shown such affection towards any partner before.

“This can’t be… Who is she?”

“I should have gone to check!”

Just then, the gentlemen started leaving the cypress garden one by one.

“What happened in the garden? Who is that lady?”

One of the ladies asked Henry Fetch directly, but he snapped.

“Nothing happened!”

The others were the same. They left with grim, uncomfortable expressions.
No one spoke about what had happened in the garden.

At that moment, Geneviève Malatesta, who had been watching, stood up

abruptly.

“Larks of Fornatie! I think I must return home due to my poor health!”

The sudden announcement made the ladies widen their eyes, but they soon
smiled knowingly.

“Take care, Miss Geneviève.”

“May the Sea Goddess be with you all!”

Geneviève barely heard their farewells as she hurried to the front gate of
Bonaparte. She ordered her attendant to bring the carriage quickly, then
hurried the coachman.

“Quickly! As fast as possible, home!”

Upon reaching the Malatesta residence, Geneviève hurried to her room, her
feet moving swiftly under her dress.

She opened her bureau and pulled out rose-colored stationery in a rush.

The quill with a peacock feather dipped into the ink repeatedly.

Ink splashed onto the paper, but Geneviève, her face flushed with
excitement, began to write furiously.

To Miss Lucrezia Della Valle.

The autumn of Fornatie is in full bloom. The sea shines like clean oil, and
the Lacrima River flows eternally as always. I am delighted that time flows
as smoothly, and the day we can share joy again after your seclusion is near.

However, I must share with you the shocking news that casts a shadow over
this future.
You must be aware that the envoys of Orqueenia are staying at the
Bonaparte Palace? I was invited to interact with them. But…

To my astonishment, I saw Lord Cesare Bonaparte heading to the inner

palace, holding an unknown woman dearly.

What on earth is going on? Lord Cesare, who is so wise, fails to recognize
the value of a true lady and ignores you, Miss Lucrezia, but I always
thought it was just a whim.

But the inner palace? No one who had a fleeting relationship with Lord
Cesare was ever invited to the inner palace.

How much more will Lord Cesare tear at my friend’s heart before he is
satisfied? Ah! The thought of your pearly cheeks stained with tears breaks
my heart. I wish the fire burning within me was just my own lungs and
heart.

I wish to meet you soon to comfort you in your sorrow. Perhaps then we
can find out who this unchaste lady is who has ensnared Lord Cesare.

Looking forward to our reunion,

Your friend, Geneviève.

Admiring her writing, Geneviève opened her door.

“Deliver this letter to the Della Valle family! As quickly as possible!”

***

Cigar smoke rose into the air.

Although taking time to smoke slowly was a virtue of cigars, Cesare had
never cared about such things.

He smoked when he wanted to and threw them away when he wanted.

Spending 50 gold for a minute of satisfaction was nothing to him.
Opening the large window of his office, the night breeze flowed in.

On the desk were documents about today’s small incident. His secretary,
Gigi, had prepared them.

On top was Henry Fetch’s information.

The delinquent second son of the Fetch family, unable to continue the
family line or live independently, a complete waste.

The others were no better.

The sensible ones had already left, shaking their heads at Henry’s behavior.

Right. That was the smart move.

Cesare half-closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

He planned to deal with those who dared to act out in Bonaparte’s garden.
Cesare didn’t like those who didn’t know their place.

Of course, some loss was inevitable.

There was no choice. He had already introduced that shoeshine girl as his
sister. Now, whatever happened, he couldn’t find a replacement.

“Huh.”

Cesare deeply inhaled his cigar, held it, and exhaled. The white smoke
spread like waves in the night air.

Adèle’s dress, submerged in the fountain, came to mind. It rippled like

waves, like a mermaid’s tail.

And her hair, glistening like wet seaweed, her skin as white as salt, her
unnecessarily large chest…

Cesare could bet two ships that the men who had been there were probably
thinking of Adèle right now, excited.
It was arousing.

With a detached expression, Cesare took another drag of his cigar.

Where did someone like her come from? How was she still a virgin with
that face?

Yet she acted well.

Cesare had been surprised when Adèle kissed his cheek.

Despite having an aura that provoked people, her actions were like those of
a nun.
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Chapter 18

When their cheeks touched, Adèle’s skin smelled. It wasn’t fishy at all. It
was an odd, suffocating scent.

Perhaps it was a bit exciting then.

“Star.”

Cesare frowned, pressing his eyebrows with the hand holding the cigar.

“You’re just a crippled shoe shiner.”

It was an indescribable situation otherwise. Not the face or body, but the
feet.

Her feet were like beautifully shaped fish tails. They looked tempting to
touch, but their condition was unusual.

Covered in blood and pus, peeled, swollen, bluish, and reddish.

It wasn’t the ruthless Flavia but Adèle who was tough. Tough and foolish.

I admired the spirit that dared to mock the head of Bonaparte, but today, it
seemed she had just lost her mind.

“… I said let go!”

With those words, black men were drooling around, hoping to back off with
such a statement. It was almost provocative.
If she had cursed or invoked Bonaparte’s name, it might have been
different.

I remembered the looks they gave Adèle. They all seemed half-crazy. If I
hadn’t intervened, they might have done something insane as a group.
Afterward, the one with the dirtiest habits would have taken her.

It sounds crazy, but Adèle had that kind of charm. She effortlessly stirred a
man’s primal desires. That was why she was brought in the first place.

If I felt this way, Ezra would be a done game the moment they met.

“His expression will be worth seeing.”

It pleased me to think of that gentleman panting over a shoe shiner. Cesare

lightly set down the cigar.

It was time to clean up for the sake of that scene.

***

Four days later, Adèle’s lessons resumed. Flavia headed to the Long Gallery
of the inner palace with a reluctant heart.

“Madam, I don’t mind educating the unwanted, but I hope it doesn’t

become a nuisance to me.”

Cesare had said that with a smile, as if he found it cute. He added, seeing
Flavia’s tension:

“You’re wise, so you understand well. The lessons are suspended for three
days.”

It was fortunate it ended there.

The head of Bonaparte, who knew being loved by people was his destiny,
was relentless about anything that annoyed him.
‘That shoe shiner… I made her practice excessively, but she should have
feigned illness.’

This way, it was just me who got on Cesare’s bad side.

Originally, I planned to blame Adèle’s laziness and argue she couldn’t stay
in Bonaparte.

Walking through the corridor from the outer palace to the inner palace,
Flavia frowned even more.

‘She must have intentionally overworked her feet to look like that so I
would hear such things.’

A cunning and sly woman. Pretending to be innocent, asking for warm

meals and a bed.

The bigger issue was the rumors spreading in the social circle.

Someone witnessed the incident in the pine garden and started spreading it.

The gist of the rumor was that “Cesare Bonaparte had finally fallen in love
for real and was hiding a woman in the inner palace.”

‘Absurd!’

Even Henry Fetch, known for being unaware of galanterie, got involved. He
was said to have tried to touch ‘Cesare’s woman’ and got caught badly.

The fact that Bonaparte had retrieved the huge business funds he lent to
several families, including Fetch’s, four days ago added fuel to the rumor.

The social circle of Fornatie was now ablaze with Bonaparte’s love affairs.

“Once the delegation from Orchinina leaves, we’ll announce Adelaide’s

existence, and things will quiet down,” Cesare said.

But Flavia still wasn’t pleased with the situation.

Shoe shiner stains on the name Bonaparte, served by the Loredan family for
generations!

Cesare was a masterpiece of Bonaparte. Even the slight issue of his parents
abandoning him seemed like the sea goddess’s arrangement to make him
stronger and sharper.

Thus, his name must remain untarnished.

“Why marry? It’s enjoyable enough now.”

The issue was Cesare’s skeptical view of marriage due to that ordeal.

‘The elder lord was right about mentioning the promise to get him married.’

And the cheeky shoe shiner should be kicked out soon.

Flavia thought so as she opened the door of the Long Gallery.

“Goddess’s peace. Are you well, madam?”

Adèle and Epony greeted her as she entered.

“…”

Seeing Adèle for the first time in four days, Flavia was startled, her
previous thoughts vanishing completely.

It had only been three days, yet Adèle had become noticeably more
beautiful.

Her once hollow cheeks began to fill, making her well-defined features
shine.

Adèle’s face had no so-called ‘charming’ features like double eyelids,

teardrop mole, tear bags, mischievous cat-like eyes, or dimples.

Yet, the sophisticated shape and balance of her eyes, nose, and mouth
turned all those uncharming traits into flawless beauty.
If it were an artificial beauty, it would be different.

Wearing a navy blue taffeta dress, Adèle stood quietly, exuding an

inexplicable, androgynous and seductive atmosphere.

In Fornatie, they called it ‘moisture.’ A moist face, like a mythical mermaid

luring sailors.

“…”

“Madam?”

“…Goddess’s peace.”

At Flavia’s belated greeting, Adèle nodded indifferently.

Flavia wandered the center of the gallery, glancing at Adèle.

Though she said nothing, the shoe shiner’s mood was more subdued than
usual.

If that were all, it wouldn’t be a problem. But the subdued atmosphere

somehow drew attention.

If an old woman like me feels this way, how about others? Feeling anxious,
Flavia shouted.

“I heard the story! You showed your wet body and bare feet to gentlemen!
If you had stayed quietly in the inner palace, that wouldn’t have happened!”

Adèle slightly widened her eyes. Then she lowered her head with dry eyes.

“I’m sorry, madam.”

“I told you to correct your walk, not to exhaust your feet foolishly!”

“I’m sorry, madam.”

“Your insincere response!”

“…”

Adèle remained silent. Though her expression didn’t change, her upright
posture seemed slightly weary.

“Madam Flavia, may I say a word?”

It was then. Epony, who had been silent, intervened.

At the calm question of the maid with light blue eyes, Flavia hesitated.

“…Speak.”

“Thank you.”

Epony slightly bent her knees and spoke.

“Though I’m not as versed in etiquette as you, madam, I believe the young
lady’s walk now lacks nothing in ‘bella figura.’ Thanks to your excellent
teaching, of course. So, could we move to the next stage?”

It was a long speech. The intention was clear. Flavia was silent for a
moment.

“Is that Cesare’s will?”

“The young master entrusts the lady’s education entirely to you, madam.
This is just my opinion.”

“Then there’s no problem if I refuse.”

“Yes, that’s absolutely correct.”

“…”

At the too-obedient response, Flavia sharply scanned Epony up and down.

Epony met her gaze calmly. Her blue eyes were utterly serene.

‘…Cheeky girl. She has already won Epony’s sympathy.’

Flavia’s lips twitched. Things were happening as expected.

‘But anyway, it’s true that Cesare is watching this side.’

I didn’t want to displease him. Especially to return to the central social

circle.

“…I’ll accept Miss Epony’s opinion.”

Flavia reluctantly turned her head.

“Though it doesn’t entirely satisfy me, your walk is acceptable to avoid

social criticism. We’ll stop the walking practice.”

[Footnote]

1) Galanterie: Emphasizing politeness towards women and seeking their

favor.
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Chapter 19

“Yes, madam.”

Adèle answered indifferently. Flavia grew even more irritated inside.

If she at least pretended to be pitiful, I might have let it slide!

Flavia tapped her palm with a stick to regain control of the conversation.

“Listen well.”

“Yes, madam.”

“The nobles have gathered at the outer palace to entertain the Orqueenia
envoys. Among them is Della Valle. What do you think this means?”

“I should stay out of sight.”

Adèle replied without hesitation.

“Exactly. Avoid places close to the outer palace.”

“Yes, madam.”

Adèle responded like a doll.

Flavia clicked her tongue in frustration. Her mind was troubled.

‘Honestly, she appears to be a noble lady already. But she’s too soft.
Dangerously so.’
Her heart pounded with a vague anxiety. Ignoring it, Flavia raised her stick.

“Let’s begin the lesson.”

***

After finishing the class, Flavia headed back to the outer palace with a tired
mind.

She was very conflicted.

‘She was annoyingly diligent again today.’

Adèle Bibi. Flavia didn’t like her. But apart from that, Adèle’s attitude in
class was excellent.

‘Her attitude is great, and she learns quickly. She has good sense and picks
up on subtleties well, and above all, she’s not arrogant.’

She was distinctly different from the ladies who would pick fights or throw
tantrums at the slightest provocation.

It could be attributed to her background as a shoe shiner, but long

involvement in education sharpens one’s ability to see a person’s
fundamental nature.

Even if Adèle were a noble, she wouldn’t have become arrogant or reckless.

“Sigh…”

Flavia sighed deeply as she passed the marble colonnade towards the outer
palace.

It was when she entered the most famous “Room of David.”

“Ah… Lady Flavia?”

Someone standing in front of the fresco turned around.

Flavia stopped in surprise.

“Lady Lucrezia.”

A woman as delicate as a white plum blossom smiled softly.

“May the goddess bless you. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Have you been
well?”

Lucrezia Della Valle.

She would become Cesare’s fiance if there were no unforeseen events.

She greeted Flavia with flawless elegance. Even after seeing the stunning
beauty of Adèle, Lucrezia’s beauty was still impressive.

Smooth black hair like silk and light purple eyes. A delicate and gentle
appearance complemented by a white butterfly-shaped hair ornament.

She was the very embodiment of the virtuous, holy, and elegant woman that
all society ladies aspired to be.

Even though she must have felt Flavia’s gaze, she maintained her smile
without any sign of discomfort.

This is how a lady should be.

“Meeting you in a place like this. It seems the banquet for the Orqueenia
envoys will be quite grand.”

Her way of leading the conversation with a topic that any noble would be
interested in was admirable.

So different from the stiff and damp Adèle Bibi.

‘Well, Adèle Bibi is more beautiful, though…’

Flavia replied, feeling a bit annoyed.

“It seems so. After all, Cesare played a significant role in the emperor’s
ascension, being part of the Orqueenia royal family.”

“Oh…”

Lucrezia blushed immediately at the mention of Cesare’s name. She

cautiously asked.

“How is Lord Cesare? I haven’t seen him for a while due to his penance…”

“He is always well.”

“I see… There’s nothing unusual, right?”

Her hesitation showed that she was primarily concerned about Cesare’s
well-being.

‘It seems she heard about what happened in the Cypress Garden.’

It’s natural for someone who has loved Cesare for a long time to be
concerned.

Cesare had yet to reveal to the public that Adèle was his “sister.”

‘Since it will be revealed anyway, it’s better to give a hint that she is his
sister.’

Flavia sighed.

“It seems you heard something, but she…”

Flavia paused, quickly scanning Lucrezia up and down.

“…”

Lucrezia smiled awkwardly.

“Lady Flavia? Did I ask something inappropriate?”

Flavia continued to examine her with a serious face.

‘Come to think of it, it doesn’t have to be me who drives out that shoe
shiner.’

She had already been warned by Cesare once. If she intervened again and
failed, her position as a vassal could be jeopardized.

What if Lucrezia stepped in instead?

Flavia narrowed her eyes and looked at Lucrezia.

As the most beautiful woman in society, Lucrezia exuded nobility even in

her posture.

Wearing a translucent white organza shawl, she looked like an angel. The
gentlemen probably only saw this side of Lucrezia.

But ladies see different things.

If Lucrezia were truly innocent, she wouldn’t have been chosen as Cesare’s
fiance so exclusively.

“…”

“Lady Flavia?”

“…Lady Lucrezia.”

“Yes. Please, go ahead.”

Lucrezia spoke kindly. Flavia discreetly checked behind her. The maid and
servant were standing far away at the entrance of the “Room of David.”

Flavia took a step forward gracefully and lowered her voice.

“Listen carefully.”

“Yes…”
“The woman in the rumors is a direct relative of Bonaparte.”

“…!”

Lucrezia’s light purple eyes widened slightly.

“Does that mean she is related to Lady Catarina and Lord Rowan…?”

Flavia nodded slightly at the mention of Cesare’s parents.

“Yes.”

“Oh, I see…”

Lucrezia looked a bit restless, blushing slightly.

“I misunderstood then. What should I do? I’ve shown such an embarrassing

side…”

Flavia shook her head.

“It’s not entirely a misunderstanding.”

Lucrezia paused.

“Pardon…?”

“Lady Adelaide is indeed a member of Bonaparte and Lord Cesare’s

sister… officially.”

“…”

“In reality, who knows.”

Flavia’s voice lowered.

“She might be someone who lived on the streets for all we know. It’s not
like we can ask Lord Rowan and Lady Catarina directly, can we?”
Lucrezia’s lively face stiffened.

After confirming that, Flavia casually pretended to admire the fresco on the
ceiling.

‘If she has any sense, she’ll understand.’

That Adelaide is not Cesare’s sister and is just someone Cesare brought in
to avoid marriage.

“It’s a beautiful fresco. It’s always a magnificent painting.”

“…Ah, yes. Indeed.”

Lucrezia, who seemed momentarily dazed, soon smiled softly again. The
surprise that had spread across her face was completely gone.

“Thank you for your insight. You always enlighten me.”

Flavia was convinced that Lucrezia understood her words and intentions.

Since their goals aligned, there was no reason for betrayal. Lucrezia was
smart and wouldn’t say anything unnecessary.

‘The Della Valle family doesn’t quite match with Bonaparte, but this is the
only way for Lord Cesare’s marriage.’

Flavia snorted arrogantly.

“Well, I must return to my family. I have much to do. Take care.”

“Madam.”

Lucrezia stopped Flavia, who was about to turn around. She asked with a
smile that could charm even the most sinister person.

“Could you give me a bit more advice? For example… what time is the
Bonaparte garden, said to be so beautiful that even mermaids would want to
stay, at its most beautiful?”
***

Two o’clock in the afternoon.

After lunch, Adèle went out to the garden with Epony for a walk.

“Is it okay to take a walk after what happened?”

“A walk is also part of a noble’s routine. The young master wouldn’t forbid
it.”

A walk being part of a routine. Truly a beautiful and leisurely life. Adèle
smiled faintly.

“Which garden should we go to today?”

“Today’s guests are planning to walk in the Lion’s Garden. Considering the
paths, it’s best to head towards the Water Garden in the north today.”

Since then, Epony had been keeping track of the schedules of external
guests to avoid them. It was clear she was determined not to repeat the same
mistake.
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Chapter 20

There was one more change.

Normally, Epony would have quietly stepped back after speaking, but this
time, she hesitated and then spoke up.

“The Water Garden has the largest water organ in Fornatie.”

“…”

“It’s very beautiful. You might be amazed when you see it.”

When Adèle turned her head, she met Epony’s clear sky-blue eyes.

Since that day, Epony had been a bit kinder to Adèle.

Adèle could guess the reason. Out of pity. She was gratefully being shown
compassion.

Adèle chuckled. To her, it was just a chuckle, but to others, it might have
appeared as a positive smile. Epony’s complexion brightened a bit.

“…Thank you.”

Adèle gave a polite reply and then walked straight to the Water Garden.

The Water Garden was beautiful. It was full of colorful glass decorations.
The air was humid, which made Adèle, who liked damp places, feel at ease.
But, as when she first arrived at the Bonaparte estate, she felt a sense of
distance from that beauty.

It was like her mind and senses were numb, submerged in the air. Her feet
were moving forward, but the sensations from underfoot didn’t disappear.

Each time, nausea would gradually rise, and then Adèle would recall the
meal she had that day, almost as a form of self-hypnosis.

Glossy red tuna carpaccio as oily as beef, tender veal steak that tore like
bread, all kinds of berries set in a translucent lavender gelatin…

In the end, there was always self-justification.

Yeah. At least I’m not hungry here… It’s better than being sold to old Nino.

Only then did the world become beautiful again.

It was when Adèle, finally able to breathe, approached the water organ
fountain that she noticed a woman standing in front of it.

Adèle instinctively stopped walking.

Curiously, the woman also stopped. She opened her eyes wide in surprise
and then smiled gently.

“May the goddess bless you. It’s my first time meeting you.”

The woman had a remarkably delicate and pure appearance.

Her long, straight hair was like ebony, and her light purple eyes sparkled
like amethysts.

Her hair, partly curled and decorated with flowers in the traditional Fornatie
style, looked graceful rather than outdated.

Her outfit, with its long sleeves entirely made of delicate white Chantilly
lace fluttering in the breeze, made her seem more like a fairy than a human.
Just as Adèle was silently admiring her, Epony quickly and quietly
whispered from behind.

“She is Lucrezia Della Valle.”

A sudden tension tightened within her.

‘To encounter her already.’

An unfortunate one-on-one situation where Epony could hardly assist.

For Adèle, who had to mimic a lady, it was burdensome. Lucrezia before
her was unmistakably a real lady.

But she had to do it. That was her obligation.

“…May the goddess bless you.”

Adèle knelt and greeted her.

Lucrezia blinked in surprise once more and then smiled brightly.

“You’ve come to see the Water Garden.”

“Yes. I heard it was beautiful.”

Adèle chose her words carefully to avoid any faults.

Even as they approached the water organ, Lucrezia did not leave her spot.

“Are you a guest for the banquet? I don’t think I’ve seen you at any salons
or balls.”

Instead, she seemed pleased to have a conversation partner and even offered
Adèle a better spot.

“I haven’t debuted in society yet.”

“Oh my.”
Lucrezia gave a sweet smile like whipped cream.

“I’m Lucrezia Della Valle. May I ask which family you belong to?”

Adèle took a discreet deep breath and answered with a calm smile.

“I am Adelaide Bonaparte.”

“Pardon?”

Lucrezia blinked. For some reason, Adèle felt that her reaction was very
unnatural. Perhaps it was just her imagination.

“Bonaparte…”

Adèle maintained her smiling face without responding.

‘Della Valle’ is of lower rank than ‘Bonaparte’. As equals, Lucrezia was of

lower status than Adèle.

In other words, Adèle only had to act as Cesare would if he were here.

As Adèle remained silent, Lucrezia nervously fiddled with her parasol

handle.

“Is this a new joke trending in society? Embarrassingly, I’ve just come out
of penance…”

“No. It is as you heard. I am a member of Bonaparte and, due to various

circumstances, I grew up separately from my brother, Lord Cesare.”

“Brother…”

“Yes.”

“…That means you are staying in the same mansion as Lord Cesare? In the
Bonaparte inner palace?”

“Yes, that’s correct…”

“I see…”

Her light purple eyes looked at Adèle intently. Then she smiled broadly.

“Would you consider traveling across the various regions of Santnar instead
of staying in Fornatie now that you are with Bonaparte?”

“…”

What kind of proposal is this?

Adèle was slightly flustered, but since she didn’t know the customs of
society, she couldn’t tell if it was a situation to be taken aback by.

So, she simply shook her head.

“I plan to stay with my family.”

“Family…”

Lucrezia widened her eyes again and stared at Adèle.

“…”

“…”

Expecting more conversation, Adèle found Lucrezia remained silent, staring

at her for a long time.

‘It’s surprisingly difficult to read the expressions of a beautiful woman.’

Is it because she is a real lady? Or am I just nervous?

Adèle, hiding her frustration, pretended to admire the water organ and
turned her gaze away.

For a few minutes, only the sound of the water organ tinkling filled the
surroundings. At some point, Lucrezia’s complexion darkened.
“Another obstacle…”

…Obstacle?

Adèle was stunned as she lifted her head, Lucrezia staggered and sat on the
edge of the fountain’s railing.

Her maid, with hazelnut-colored hair braided into two pigtails, seemed
about to approach, but Lucrezia shook her head.

“It’s okay, Hazel. I’m fine…”

No one dared to speak in the atmosphere of a tired, forlorn beauty catching

her breath.

Lucrezia sat there for a moment, then slowly stood up.

She spoke with the same kind, gentle smile as when they first met.

“It was nice meeting you. May the sky and the dew protect you from
murderers.”

At that moment, someone whispered in Adèle’s mind.

Lucrezia knows something.

***

“…”

Adèle gave up on the walk and headed back to the inner palace. The
unexpected meeting with Lucrezia.

Though she seemed beautiful and innocent, it was an oddly awkward

encounter.

At that moment, Epony spoke from behind.

“I need to report this to the young master.”

Adèle stopped in surprise.

“Did I act awkwardly?”

This time, Epony quickly replied, surprised herself.

“No. Not at all. Your demeanor was impeccable, miss. However, it seems
Lady Lucrezia noticed something.”

Adèle hesitated. The warning that had surged like the sound of waves
echoed in her mind.

“How?”

“Not just the conversation, but her parting words are troubling.”

Adèle recalled Lucrezia’s farewell words.

“May the sky and the dew protect you from murderers.”

It was a line from a fairy tale known to everyone in Fornatie.

The protagonist of the tale is a wooden puppet whose nose grows longer
when he lies. The puppet leaves home, blinded by gold coins and fun.

The ghost of a cricket appears to warn the puppet.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to advise you. Go back.”

“But I want to move forward.”

“Remember that disobedient children will regret it someday. May the sky
and the dew protect you from murderers.”(1)

Ignoring the cricket’s warning, the puppet is eventually caught by swindlers

and robbers. Ultimately, it is hanged from a large oak tree and dies.
Adèle remembered the light purple eyes staring at her. Suddenly, her neck
felt cold.

“…I thought it was a social greeting I didn’t know.”

“No. In society, greetings always invoke the name of the goddess.”

Epony answered firmly, her expression darkening.

“…I will report this to the young master first.”

“…”

Adèle was reluctant. She could almost hear Cesare’s irritated sigh.

[Footnotes]

1) Carlo Collodi, Pinocchio, translated by Si-Yeon Lee, The Story (2021),

p75.
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Chapter 21

When Epony saw Adèle’s face, she stepped forward and spoke softly.

“This isn’t your fault, miss. Originally, the external guests weren’t supposed
to visit the Water Garden today.”

Adèle nodded silently. She knew Cesare wouldn’t care about such excuses,
but she didn’t want to say anything that would worsen the mood.

“…If Lady Lucrezia suspects something, won’t she spread rumors?”

Epony shook her head.

“She won’t. Questioning your identity would mean directly opposing the
young master. However…”

“However?”

“The underwater rocks are more dangerous than the waves you can see.”

Adèle didn’t respond, only taking a heavy breath. It felt suffocating.

“Lady Lucrezia will leave after the outdoor party in four days, so as long as
nothing happens until then, it should be fine.”

Epony’s effort to reassure her didn’t bring much comfort.

Adèle looked at the outer palace with sunken eyes, genuinely hoping
nothing would happen.
***

After Adèle and Epony left, Lucrezia began to shed tears.

“Oh, no!”

“My lady…”

Her maid, Hazel, who had hazel-colored hair braided into pigtails and a
freckled face, approached and wrapped her arms around Lucrezia’s
shoulders.

“What happened? Why are you suddenly so sad?”

“Oh, Hazel. What should I do? Lord Cesare seems to be enamored with
another woman again…”

“What? But that woman is his sister.”

“No! She’s not…”

Lucrezia sobbed as she explained everything to Hazel, adding a bit of her

own embellishment to what Flavia Loredan had told her.

“If it’s true, it’s terrible!”

Hazel exclaimed after hearing the whole story.

“Then Lord Cesare plans to bring a woman and introduce her as part of the
Bonaparte family to avoid marrying you? How could he do such a thing!”

“Did you see her hand holding the parasol? It wasn’t the hand of a lady. He
brought someone who isn’t even a lady and introduced her as his sister
because he dislikes me so much…”

Tears welled up again in Lucrezia’s beautiful violet eyes.

Hazel, flustered, knelt before her.

“My lady, you can’t just cry like this! You must do something before that
woman completely takes Lord Cesare away from you! Besides, if you give
up now, that woman will become part of the Della Valle family!”

Lucrezia paused at Hazel’s words. Her tear-streaked cheeks turned pale.

“You’re right… She must be trying to seduce Lord Cesare, and if he doesn’t
fall for her, she’ll aim to marry my brother.”

“Exactly! So we must get rid of that woman!”

“But how?”

“We must fight!”

Lucrezia took a deep breath and sobbed.

“Hazel! I don’t want to harm others. I’m afraid…”

Oh, how delicate and beautiful my lady is!

Hazel held Lucrezia’s hand.

“I will help you!”

“Hazel…”

Lucrezia’s violet eyes sparkled with immense gratitude and love. At the
same time, her smooth hand wrapped around Hazel’s as if waiting for this
moment.

“You really mean it?”

“…Yes?”

Hazel felt a strange unease at that moment.

She recalled when she was selected as Lucrezia’s maid shortly after arriving
from the southern island and joining the Della Valle family.
Strangely, no one was jealous or competitive. Everyone’s reaction was
indifferent.

No, rather… did they pity her?

“Hazel.”

Lucrezia called Hazel’s name softly, interrupting her thoughts.

“You’re the only one I have. Will you help me?”

Hazel saw the angelically beautiful lady before her, smiling sadly.

In the end, Hazel abandoned the elusive clue and smiled brightly.

“Yes! Anything!”

“Hazel! I’m so happy to have you. I will never forget your true loyalty.”

“My lady…”

Lucrezia kissed Hazel’s cheek, who was genuinely delighted.

As a result, Hazel did not see the cold gleam in Lucrezia’s violet eyes.

***

The Bonaparte Palace is surrounded by nine gardens, mostly composed of

low-growing trees.

This is a measure to prevent intruders from climbing over the walls, and the
external security of Bonaparte is considered the strictest in Fornatie.

Once admitted inside, however, internal security is not as tight.

This approach aligns with the island nation’s character of being exclusive to
outsiders but extremely hospitable within.
To compensate for the strictness outside, the interior of the palace is
exceptionally luxurious.

Moreover, preparations for the upcoming outdoor party for the Orqueenia
envoys were in full swing. The mansion was becoming more splendid by
the day.

The busy hands of the maids draped the walls with ceremonial tapestries,
and every corner of the palace was decorated with chrysanthemums, water
lilies, lithops, and roses.

Many guests were already staying at the mansion for the upcoming party.
The finest art gallery in Fornatie was turning into a grand nocturnal
spectacle, filled with warmth, energy, and laughter.

The party was scheduled to last for three days. On the first evening, Adèle
visited Cesare’s office.

Entering without knocking, she was greeted by the familiar light blue room.

Adèle quickly spotted Cesare, who was seated at a walnut desk reviewing
documents. He was impeccably dressed for the party, using his spare time
to swiftly handle paperwork.

With his golden velvet-like eyes half-opened under meticulously styled hair,
he resembled a god of debauchery and pleasure.

Adèle quietly moved along the edge of the office to avoid disturbing the
god’s work.

“Ah!”

The young man standing next to Cesare was the first to notice Adèle.

He appeared to be three or four years younger than Cesare, with short

brown hair and intense black eyes.

“Master! Master! You have a visitor!”

He called Cesare somewhat playfully, prompting Cesare to finally look up.

Their eyes met. Adèle tensed from head to toe in an instant.

The golden blade-like eyes quickly curved into a half-moon shape. A

dimple appeared on his straight, firm cheek.

“Adelaide.”

His voice was low and sensual.

Dressed elegantly from head to toe, the libertine of Bonaparte exuded a

palpable sensuality in his gaze, voice, movements, and mischievous smile.

Although it wasn’t appropriate behavior for addressing a sister, Adèle

quietly bent her knees. She wanted to leave his presence as soon as
possible.

“May the goddess bless you. Brother, do you have a moment?”

Cesare smiled slyly.

“For my sister, I’d make time even if I didn’t have any. How is your foot?”

“Thanks to your concern, it’s almost healed.”

“Did I show concern?”

“It was a polite way of speaking.”

Cesare, who was about to return to his papers, paused and stared intently at
her. His eyes seemed to say, ‘Is that so?’

Adèle maintained her expressionless face.

“I found our first meeting more entertaining.”

She hoped this level of banter would be acceptable.

Nothing more.

She decided to forget the incidents of stepping on her foot or stabbing

remarks. She had no choice but to forget.

“May I attend the party?”

At Adèle’s dry question, Cesare stared at her before replying.

“That’s difficult. Is that what you came to ask?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

His perfunctory response implied he wanted more explanation. Adèle spoke

calmly.

“…As a newcomer to the city, it’s not unusual to be enchanted by a ball’s

romance.”

The man’s eyes, reminiscent of gold, lemons, and glistening waves, stared
intently at her. Eventually, his playful and affectionate smile popped out.

“My sister is quite capable. And cute, isn’t she?”

“…”

Fortunately, she seemed to have fulfilled her role as his ‘sister’ without
displeasing him.

Even so, she felt a bit exhausted. Having achieved her goal, Adèle grabbed
the hem of her dress and curtsied.

“Since you seem busy, I will take my leave…”

“No.”
Contrary to her desire to return to her room quickly, Cesare signaled to the
man next to him.

“Since you’re here, why don’t you introduce yourselves? This is Gigi, my
personal secretary.”

She had heard of Gigi. He was one of the few who ‘knew her identity.’
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Chapter 22

As a lady of Bonaparte, Adèle greeted first.

“May the goddess bless you. I’m Adelaide Bonaparte.”

“Hello! I’m Gigi Manfredi!”

Before she finished speaking, Gigi Manfredi jumped up excitedly. He

seemed extremely enthusiastic.

“I serve as Lord Cesare’s secretary and vice head of the ‘Stellone Trading
Company’ operated by Bonaparte! Please take care of me!”

Vice head? He held a higher position than she expected. Not someone a
shoe shiner from Kimora could even talk to.

“I’ll speak comfortably, so please understand.”

“Of course! By the way, I’ve been thinking, you are incredibly beautiful!”

“You’re too verbose, Gigi.”

“But it’s true!”

Gigi rambled on without anyone asking, but he was quick with his hands,
efficiently handing and receiving documents from Cesare. Despite his noisy
mouth, his hands were skilled.

Seeing the two busy men made Adèle really want to return to her room.
She managed to hold back, but from the moment she saw Cesare, it felt like
a thin, delicate knife was slicing through a corner of her mind layer by
layer.

As she was slowly backing away, Cesare spoke without looking at her.

“You met Lucrezia, didn’t you?”

Adèle froze in her tracks.

“…Yes.”

“I heard she gave you an interesting warning.”

“If that was indeed a warning.”

“It must have been. Epony was my mother’s maid and is familiar with the
language of society rather than the streets.”

Cesare paused his writing and muttered as if amused.

“Interesting. Where could the story have leaked from…”

His voice was chillingly cold. His eyes, cold and metallic, blinked quietly
beside his straight nose like a ridge.

Even Gigi, who was usually cheerful, didn’t speak. He stood holding the
documents, maintaining his usual smile but refraining from any
presumptuous actions.

After a while, Cesare smiled lovingly again.

“After the party, I’ll assign you a bracciere1, so be aware.”

“…Yes.”

“Don’t go around alone.”

“Yes.”
“Any questions?”

Adèle shook her head silently. She desperately wanted to escape from this
radiant man.

Cesare smiled.

“Go ahead.”

***

As soon as Adèle left, Gigi’s mouth dropped open.

“Where did you find such a beauty? I barely stopped myself from
whistling!”

“She just walked in.”

“You are very lucky, my lord! If I lived in the same house as such a beauty,
my heart would be pounding, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night!”

“She’s my sister, Gigi.”

“She’s not your real sister, though, right? I’ll shut up now.”

Seeing Cesare’s gaze, Gigi twisted his own mouth shut.

After keeping silent for about 10 seconds, Gigi couldn’t help but speak
again.

“Is the bracciere Mr. Aegir?”

“It should be. If we call him now, he should arrive in two days.”

Cesare replied slowly and lowly.

His master, slightly frowning as he concentrated on the documents with his

handsome face, looked three times more erotic than when he was smiling.
Gigi began to understand the ladies’ adage that “a man is most handsome
when he is working.”

‘What does it matter? My master has no intention of marrying!’

It was truly a calamity for the ladies. Gigi finished his silent prayer and
suddenly spoke.

“But if Mr. Aegir arrives in two days, there will be no one to protect her
while Lady Lucrezia is here, right?”

It was a thoughtless comment. However, Cesare stopped his pen.

“…Indeed.”

“Is that alright? As you know, the Della Valle lady is a bit… well, you
know?”

“Hmm.”

After pausing for a moment, Cesare resumed writing.

“What could happen? Prepare an old galley ship, just in case.”

This time, Gigi closed his mouth.

‘Well, this is troubling.’

It seemed like he had to handle another unpleasant task.

***

The outdoor party was held in the ‘Hall of Aria’ at Bonaparte’s outer palace.

It was a particularly luxurious long gallery even within the outer palace, an
excellent venue for letting out the heat of the ball thanks to the two-way
balcony.

Flavia Loredan strolled through the ‘Hall of Aria’ with her back straight.
People automatically stepped aside or bowed upon recognizing her.
Whispering could be heard from behind.

“Recently, Lord Cesare called her back?”

“What could it be for? I thought Loredan would be completely pushed out.”

“Perhaps he’s planning to bring her back to the central society?”

“It might be wise to strengthen our ties with her in advance.”

A satisfied smile appeared on Flavia’s lips.

Though the Loredan family was not particularly significant, she could hold
her head high with Bonaparte’s influence.

To maintain this, teaching a dirty shoe shiner was a small price to pay.

As Flavia wandered the ballroom, Lucrezia Della Valle appeared like a

cloud.

“May the goddess bless you. Are you having a good evening, Lady Flavia?”

Flavia’s previously good mood soured as she frowned.

“May the goddess bless you. Are you enjoying the ball?”

Her reply was indifferent.

Given that the Della Valle family held a higher rank than Loredan, she
received the greeting but clearly showed her disinterest in conversing.

“Of course. It’s a Bonaparte party.”

Lucrezia smiled innocently despite Flavia’s attitude.

“The interior decorations are elegant, and the taste is excellent. Lord
Cesare’s eye for detail is truly outstanding.”
“Lord Cesare’s taste is unparalleled, even by the Rossi family.”

“Indeed. And so are you, Lady Flavia, serving such a lord.”

“…Thank you.”

“By the way, could we discuss these beautiful interior decorations in the
garden, Lady Flavia?”

So, this was her purpose. Flavia replied bluntly.

“I’m not inclined.”

Flavia glanced around, looking for someone to extract her from this
conversation, but no one suitable was nearby.

Lucrezia put on a pouting face like a scolded child.

“Is it difficult? There are other topics I wish to discuss with you. For
instance…”

“Lady Lucrezia, I am busy…”

“Matters related to Lady Adelaide.”

“…”

Flavia stopped speaking.

The silence between them was filled with the clinking of glasses and the
chatter of people.

Flavia’s gaze grew piercingly sharp.

“If it’s that topic, I have even less to say.”

“Oh, but…”

A restless Lucrezia whispered softly.

“Would it be better if I spoke to Lord Cesare about it instead?”

“…”

Flavia’s eyebrows twitched. She looked around before speaking in a low,

hissing voice.

“Are you threatening me, Lady Lucrezia?”

“I simply wish to talk.”

Lucrezia smiled sweetly.

Flavia, glaring at Lucrezia’s beautiful violet eyes, eventually gritted her

teeth and led the way.

“…Let’s move.”

As they left the ballroom, a humid and cool breeze blew. Flavia headed for
the Acacia Garden, the least populated area.

Standing in the center of the garden, blooming with yellow tassel-like

flowers, Flavia turned around with an angry face.

“What is this? I’ve shown you enough kindness.”

“I’m sorry. I need your help…”

“It’s your business to handle!”

Lucrezia flinched in surprise and spoke with a sorrowful look in her doe-
like eyes.

“Doesn’t it bother you to see an uneducated person in Bonaparte? Isn’t that

why you informed me?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“I just need a small favor. We are allies in preventing an unqualified person
from entering Bonaparte.”

“Lady Lucrezia!”

Flavia’s roar startled Lucrezia again. She spoke sadly, as if wounded.

“If you don’t help, I’ll have no choice but to tell Lord Cesare that you
confessed about Lady Adelaide’s background.”

Flavia’s eyes widened.

“What… What…?”

“Didn’t you already receive a warning? You seemed to have been quite
harsh to Lady Adelaide…”

“Are you threatening me now?”

[Footnotes]

1) Bracciere: A male servant of the high society who accompanied

noblewomen on outings before the 18th century.
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Chapter 23

“No. It’s not that. I’m just a bit… resentful.”

“…Resentful?”

Lucrezia bit her lip, looking slightly annoyed.

“The Duke Cesare trusted Lady Flavia and informed her about Miss
Adelaide, but she leaked it to me.”

“…”

Flavia was left speechless in disbelief.

She knew that Lucrezia was not in her right mind when it came to matters
related to Cesare.

But to this extent?

To betray the person who had given her information like this?

The pale lavender eyes, which showed no hint of guilt, seemed to genuinely
blame Flavia.

Flavia’s voice naturally turned stern.

“The Loredan family has pledged loyalty to Bonaparte for generations! Do

you think the Duke would discard me over a false testimony from a maid?”
“The Duke Cesare is very particular about those he keeps close. If he finds
out you went against his wishes and helped me, it won’t end with just a
warning this time.”

“…!”

Lucrezia smiled gently as she saw Flavia speechless again.

“Madam, I’m not trying to antagonize you. We have a common enemy, and
I’m merely asking for a small favor for him. Our agreement will be so
discreet that even the night crickets won’t notice.”

Flavia’s face twisted.

After a long pause, she spoke as if chewing her words.

“…What do you want?”

Lucrezia smiled even brighter and slowly approached Flavia.

“Miss Epony is with her. Could you find a reason to call her away?
Around… say, 11 o’clock tonight?”

“What are you planning to do with her…?”

“It won’t harm you. We have the same goal, don’t we?”

Lucrezia whispered in a sweet voice as she stood close to Flavia.

Her voice was as beautiful as a water lily blooming on the water, but Flavia
felt chills running down her spine.

It was clear she was planning something outrageous. Flavia could almost
see herself falling into a snake’s trap by agreeing to her request.

‘But…!’

Flavia closed her eyes tightly.

If she didn’t agree, this woman would go straight to Cesare.

No, it would be better if she only went to Cesare.

If she started spreading what Flavia said in front of everyone in the

ballroom…

“…Ugh.”

Flavia’s face turned pale. Finally, a voice that even she found unfamiliar
escaped her lips.

“Did you say 11 o’clock?”

***

The ball had begun. Adèle could tell from the gentle sound of music drifting
into the room. It was a sound that seemed to make everyone happy.

Sitting in front of the dressing table in the toilette room, Adèle inadvertently
glanced towards the window.

Epony, who was brushing Adèle’s hair with a horn comb, did the same.

“It seems the ball has started.”

Epony resumed brushing Adèle’s long hair.

“Aren’t you going?”

“I’m not obliged to attend since I’m not a noble.”

Epony replied calmly and asked back.

“Don’t you want to go, miss?”

“Well…”

“If you attend, everyone will focus on you because you are beautiful.”
It sounded like a warning that there would be many people ready to tear her
apart at the slightest mistake.

“I suppose so.”

Seeing Adèle’s lack of reaction, Epony changed the subject.

“Sometimes the preparation for a ball is more enjoyable than the ball itself.
A lady of Bonaparte must never wear the same dress twice. Hats, parasols,
gloves, dresses, necklaces, earrings, stockings, and shoes all need to be
newly purchased. You’ll be visiting Bella Stella Street daily.”

Listening to Epony’s words as if watching a fire across the river, Adèle’s

eyes sparkled for the first time.

Bella Stella Street.

The most glamorous street in Fornatie, filled with high-end jewelry stores,
boutiques, and new merchandise shops.

Even during her days as a shoe shiner, Adèle had never been there.

It wasn’t that entry was forbidden. The place simply felt different from the
air itself.

As if a deity had declared that a shoe shiner should not enter.

But it was bright and beautiful, so Adèle occasionally watched the scene of
Bella Stella Street from afar.

Ladies escorted by braziers getting off carriages and being drawn into
shops.

In truth, Adèle envied their naturalness more than the sparkle of Bella Stella
Street.

The names of shops like ‘Secretum,’ ‘Lime,’ and ‘Trionfi’ still sounded like
lines from a romantic poem to Adèle.
“…It must be beautiful?”

“Of course.”

Epony replied in a soft voice to Adèle’s hesitant question.

“Although Fornatieé’s warm climate isn’t popular, the hat and fur specialty
stores are worth visiting. They have plenty of mink bands from Sorok
Mountain, gloves decorated with gray squirrel fur, and hats made entirely of
spotted martens.”

“Ah…”

Adèle unconsciously let out a sigh. The words, which seemed to shine
themselves, made her heart race.

“It must be splendid.”

“It certainly is. You should also visit the jewelry store run by the Stellone
trading company. They have special jewels that you won’t find anywhere
else.”

As Epony applied oil to Adèle’s hair, she continued.

“Although the era of cabochons has passed, they are still popular as
brooches. Since you’ll be attending balls with the young master frequently,
it would be good to match the colors of your jewels. The young master
often wears cornflower blue sapphires…”

Adèle didn’t understand all of her words. However, Epony’s words, like a
spell of happiness, made Adèle’s heart flutter. Her mind slowly grew
drowsy.

It was then.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock sounded from beyond the door.

“No one should be coming…?”

Epony mumbled in confusion as she headed to the door.

Sitting at the dressing table, Adèle stood up slightly and peeked through the
crack of the toilette room door.

“Blessings of the Goddess.”

“Blessings of the Goddess.”

The visitor was surprisingly Lady Flavia.

She was wearing a gold chiffon evening dress that flowed with her body
and a multicolored moire shawl with a sheen.

However, her face was as dark as a toad, completely unfitting for her
elegant attire.

“Madam, are you alright?”

Epony asked involuntarily.

Lady Flavia shook her head and spoke stiffly.

“Miss Epony, I have business with you.”

“With me, madam?”

“Yes. The Councilman wishes to receive another report regarding the Duke
Cesare. I will deliver the report, but I need your records. Can you provide
them now?”

“The Councilman…? Understood. I was attending to the lady, so please

wait a moment.”

Epony nodded and returned to the toilette room.

“Miss, I need to step out for a moment.”

“I’m fine.”

Adèle answered immediately. Lady Eva Bonaparte was the highest priority
in this Bonaparte mansion.

“…I will be back shortly.”

Epony said with a slightly worried face, quickly tidied up the comb and
grooming items, and left the toilette room.

Just before the door closed, Lady Flavia gave Adèle a peculiar look.

A gaze that seemed to carry guilt, fear, or both, but it was quickly obscured
by the oak door.

Left alone, Adèle left the toilette room and sat on the sofa in the reception
room.

She thought of reading a book, but thanks to Epony’s spell, her heart was
too excited to read the letters.

It might also have been due to the elegant music of the ball heard from afar.

‘…Maybe I should sleep.’

Just as Adèle gave up on reading and got up from her seat, there was
another knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

She froze at the sound.

Knock, knock, knock.

“…”

It was strange.
Although it was just a knock, Adèle was overwhelmed by a strong sense of
unease. It was different from Lady Flavia’s knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Don’t open it.

With the third knock, a small whisper echoed in her heart.

After a moment of hesitation, Adèle wrapped herself in the cashmere shawl

Epony had folded in the corner and tiptoed to the door.

Then she chuckled at her actions.

As if someone would dare to do something within the palace.

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Chapter 24

“Wait a moment.”

Adèle immediately opened the door. At the same time, her heart tightened.

However, as soon as the door opened, the tension disappeared as quickly as

it had come.

Standing outside was a small girl wearing a white maid’s cap.

“What is it?”

Adèle asked, relieved.

“Miss, the master is calling for you.”

The short maid replied in a rough voice.

“My brother?”

“Yes. You need to come immediately. It’s urgent.”

Adèle studied the maid for a moment.

Her cap was too large, and her head was bowed, making her face
impossible to see. Her attire was indeed that of a Bonaparte maid, though
the clothes seemed slightly oversized.

Adèle hesitated briefly.

‘But if Cesare is really calling for me…’

Finally, Adèle nodded.

“Alright. I’ll go right away.”

***

The maid led the way towards the outer wing. With all the staff
concentrated in the ballroom, the outer corridors were surprisingly quiet.

Adèle tightened her shawl against the cold night air and watched the maid
walking ahead.

‘She’s a bit unusual for a maid.’

Adèle hadn’t seen many Bonaparte maids.

From her limited experience, they were unobtrusive.

Their steps were precise, their shoes made no sound, and their voices were
as soft as scattered beans.

Adèle only recognized their presence by the fluttering white apron ribbons
and the black skirts swaying in the hallways.

But the maid in front of her was different.

Her steps were clumsy, her heels struck the floor noisily, and she hesitated
and looked around as if she were lost.

It was surprising that someone like this was employed as a maid by the
picky Bonaparte household.

“Where are we going?”

“To the rooftop.”

“…”
For some reason, she really didn’t want to go.

But despite thinking that, Adèle couldn’t turn back to her room.

Cesare was not the type to explain things to others. His secretary, Gigi
Manfredi, was proof of that.

To avoid being trampled, she had to act like him. Even if it seemed strange,
she had to stay silent and follow.

While she was thinking, the maid and Adèle reached the third floor of the
mansion. Climbing the spiral staircase, Adèle soon found herself outside the
mansion.

Her vision cleared, revealing a star-studded night sky. The night wind blew
fiercely from all directions.

Adèle gathered her wildly blowing hair and looked around.

There was no one in sight.

“Where is my brother?”

“At the bell tower.”

The maid pointed to the bell tower rising from the third-floor rooftop.

While Adèle looked up at the top of the bell tower, the maid quickened her
pace.

In an instant, she disappeared around the corner of the bell tower.

“Wait…!”

As Adèle hurried towards the railing, there was a scuffle behind her.

“I’m sorry!”

Suddenly, Adèle was pushed over the railing.

***

It was a little past eleven o’clock. Considering the ball usually lasted until
three or four in the morning, it was the time when the atmosphere was at its
peak.

Cesare, who had been greeting guests since early evening, finally stepped
out onto the terrace alone.

The disappointed faces of the nobles could be seen through the closed glass
doors, but they soon dispersed. When the host went to the terrace, it meant
he wanted a break, and it was etiquette not to disturb him.

“…”

Cesare sat in a rattan chair with a backrest shaped like a duke’s crest and
exhaled softly.

He almost ran his hand through his hair, but stopped, remembering how
Oliver, his valet, had painstakingly styled it today.

Instead, he pulled out a cigar case from his pocket. As he lit the thick cigar,
the scent of almonds quickly filled the terrace.

Cesare stretched his long legs and leaned back, exhaling smoke.

Then he noticed something engraved on one corner of the stone terrace

ceiling. Upon closer inspection, it was initials carved with a knife.

C. e R.

Catarina and Rowan.

Cesare chuckled. They were unique, but to engrave something even here.

He gazed at the old marks, releasing a long puff of smoke.

Rowan Bonaparte and Catarina Bonaparte.

They had a love for the ages, a noble love that never faded with time.

Cesare remembered. On the days when the Bonaparte mansion held a ball,
the two would dance happily in the ballroom.

They would place young Cesare in the grandest chair in the ballroom, a
cookie in his hand, and dance for hours, just the two of them, in their own
world that no one could invade.

“…”

Cesare exhaled another puff of smoke and lowered his head, letting the old
memories drift away. Finally, he ran his hand through his carefully styled
hair.

I should tell Gigi to bring me some whiskey.

As he reached for the bell on the side table, there was a knock.

Knock, knock!

Before he could even respond, the door swung open.

“Hey, Cesare! The ladies are clamoring to see you, and you’re out here?”

It was Jude Rossi. His old friend approached with lively steps and set a
champagne glass on the side table.

Cesare, cigar in mouth, looked at the glass.

“That’s not whiskey.”

“Lady Eva said to stop giving you whiskey.”

Cesare reluctantly picked up the glass with a displeased smile. Jude sat next
to him, grinning.

“You’re really weak when it comes to Lady Eva.”

“Shut up.”

“How is Lady Eva?”

Cesare took another puff from his cigar.

“She’s not well.”

“That’s a shame. I brought a gift for her.”

“Give it to Ernst.”

Cesare replied indifferently and drank from the glass. As the alcohol slid
down his throat, his frayed nerves began to relax.

“You have no manners!”

Jude also took a drink and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Another good bottle, huh?”

“An envoy from Orqueenia brought it. A client, you know.”

“It’s great to have a rich and noble friend!”

“You’re also from a noble family.”

“The Rossi family is noble, but they can’t compare to Bonaparte!”

Already sounding drunk, Jude laughed heartily.

“How’s the new lady of that noble house doing?”

Cesare frowned with the cigar in his mouth.

“Jude, that topic is…”

Cesare turned his head and was momentarily speechless.

“What’s with that look?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing!”

Jude, wearing a fluttering woman’s shawl, grinned.

It was an expensive-looking shawl, but seeing a grown man wearing it was

unsettling.

“Did you come to my party dressed like that? Are you out of your mind?”

“I didn’t wear it here! It flew down from the sky as I was passing by! You
know, like an angel descending… starting with ‘Do not be afraid’…”

“Why would you pick that up? Are you poor?”

“Your sarcasm is still sharp. But look. It’s high-quality cashmere from
Rajput. A lady from a noble house must have dropped it.”

Jude extended the shawl for him to inspect.

“Get rid of it.”

Cesare frowned and turned his head away.

He was tired of retrieving lost items from ladies who seemed to drop
handkerchiefs around him all the time.

“But look! Something of this quality must belong to a house with a priory.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Once you get rid of Miss Lucrezia, you can safely entrust your life to a
lady, right? Maybe this shawl is fate!”

Cesare smirked with a frown.

“Do you think I’m not marrying because I’m worried about a lady getting
her hair pulled by Lucrezia?”

“That’s not it.”

“Get rid of…”

Suddenly, Cesare stopped as he glanced at the shawl.

“Wait a moment.”

“Hmm? Interested?”

Without a word, Cesare took the shawl from Jude. It was a familiar ivory
color. He quietly examined a corner.

C. B.

“Ha.”

Seeing the initials embroidered with blue thread, Cesare let out a short sigh.

Without a doubt, it belonged to his mother, Catarina Bonaparte.

It should be used by Adèle Bibi now.

But it had fallen from the sky?

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Chapter 25

“…”

“Cesare?”

“As unlikely as it seems…”

“What are you talking about?”

Cesare took a deep drag of his cigar and exhaled. He thought of the
expressionless shoe shiner.

He was supposed to be getting an education but ended up crushing

someone’s foot. Went for a walk and ended up attracting men. Went for
another walk and got targeted by Lucrezia.

So, what now?

Cesare sighed and stood up.

“Where did you find this?”

***

Adèle’s hands, gripping the railing, trembled. She glanced down with a
grim expression.

There was one fortunate thing.

She could faintly see the balcony of the second floor below her. The
exterior wall narrowed as it went up, which made it possible.

One unfortunate thing.

The ceiling of each floor in this noble mansion was high. One floor was
almost equivalent to six floors of a normal building. The shawl that had
blown away was nowhere to be seen.

Adèle looked up again. Through her hair, wildly whipped by the wind, she
saw the terrified maid.

The maid’s cap had also blown away, revealing her face.

A face full of freckles, hazel-colored pigtails.

Lucrezia’s maid.

“Ah…!”

The maid turned even paler when she met Adèle’s eyes. She hadn’t
expected Adèle to cling to the railing.

Adèle gritted her teeth.

“Is this Lucrezia’s doing?”

“Ah… Ah…!”

“Never mind that, just grab me! I’ll make sure she’s held accountable!”

“No! If I fail, I have nowhere to go…!”

Adèle felt like crying herself, seeing the maid’s desperate sobs.

“You idiot! Do you think Lucrezia will spare you after this? Just grab my
hand!”

“What… what?”
“Lucrezia will kill you to keep you quiet!”

Adèle shouted over the roaring night wind.

“…”

Slowly, the maid’s eyes widened.

Then, her eyes rolled back.

“…The lady would never!”

She then stuck her foot through the railing and started stomping on Adèle’s
fingers.

“Ugh…!”

“Die! Die! Hurry up!”

With relentless kicks, Adèle’s fingers started losing their grip. At this rate,
she’d fall without a chance of recovery.

Just then, a concerned voice called out from below.

“Adelaide?”

The unmistakably sweet voice belonged to Cesare, but Adèle couldn’t look
down.

“Wait a moment. Could that be the young lady up there?”

“There’s someone above.”

“I’m going up!”

Urgent voices came from below, and the maid seemed to have heard them
too.

“No! No!”
She muttered frantically and grabbed Adèle’s fingers, prying them off the
railing one by one.

‘No more…!’

Adèle’s grip finally gave way.

In the last moment their eyes met, the maid’s fear turned to joy.

‘Fool.’

Adèle felt like crying again. She could see the maid’s future, likely not
much different from her own.

“Jump!”

A shout mingled with the wind reached her ears. Adèle closed her eyes and
let gravity take her.

***

Cesare Bonaparte.

The youngest priory member. Grandson of Eva Bonaparte, the chairwoman

of the Signoria. Head of the Bonaparte family.

Gossips said he was ‘a man blessed by fate and the gods.’

Currently, that very man was lying on the stone ground, staring at the stars.

“I’ve never…”

It was his first time catching a falling woman. Cesare clicked his tongue,
lacking the energy to laugh.

Instinctively, he looked down at the troublesome girl who had fallen into his
arms.

Adèle Bibi was curled up, perched on top of him.

Cesare reflexively released the hand that had wrapped around her back.

She didn’t seem to be hurt. She shouldn’t be. The most valuable man in
Santnar had caught her.

“Hey. Little sister.”

“…”

Adèle flinched at Cesare’s call. Slowly, she lifted her head.

Her vivid yellow eyes stared at him in a daze.

Cesare suddenly thought that she looked like a mermaid caught in a net.

Her shocked expression was frozen, her fingertips trembling as they rested
on his chest.

“…”

Not the thought he should have, seeing someone who had just narrowly
escaped death, but he found her face strangely appealing.

That usually emotionless face could change like this. He wondered if she
might start crying, a mischievous thought passing through his mind.

But he kept it to himself. She was his little sister, after all.

“Adelaide.”

“…”

“If you don’t plan to let me touch you the same way, get off my chest.”

“…”

She was in a bad state. Cesare raised his upper body.

Adèle’s eyes widened, and she stammered.

“Sorry… um.”

She almost rolled off him. Like a pill bug.

Cesare frowned habitually, then paused at the pain in his back.

Tsk.

He clicked his tongue. He must have hurt his back when he fell catching
Adèle.

‘Not worth the trouble…’

As Cesare grimaced, Adèle asked.

“Are you hurt?”

“It’s noth…”

Cesare started to reply but stopped at the look in Adèle’s eyes.

She seemed confused.

Why?

Adèle’s lip-biting expression revealed the answer. It was surprisingly

genuine concern.

“…”

Cesare briefly considered asking if she remembered stomping on his foot.

He recalled her cold, expressionless face when she came to his office
wanting to attend the ball.

And now, concern?

A cynical smile formed.

No wonder she had almost been sold after being pushed around among the
shoe shiners.

No wonder men claimed her as their own after saving her from drowning.

The pitiful shoe shiner before him seemed even more insignificant. Yet,
Cesare chuckled kindly.

“If I’m hurt? Will you nurse me in my room?”

“I don’t have medical qualifications, so that’s…”

Ha.

“Better not speak.”

“If it doesn’t require professional knowledge, then…”

“Never mind, miss.”

Cesare cut off the conversation. Adèle couldn’t say more, just glanced at
him anxiously.

Cesare massaged his stiff neck, giving some credit to her naive sympathy.

“So, explain what this is all about.”

“…It was Miss Lucrezia Della Valle’s maid. She was wearing a Bonaparte
maid’s uniform and said you were calling me.”

Adèle calmly explained, now composed.

“It was Lucrezia’s doing. Where’s Epony?”

“Lady Flavia called her away before me.”

“…”
Cesare’s eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to speak, a loud voice came
from above.

“Cesare!”

Both Cesare and Adèle looked up.

Jude, battered by the night wind, was peering over the third-floor railing.

“The culprit was too quick! Couldn’t catch them!”

“Why did you go up there?”

“What? Can’t hear you! Speak louder!”

Jude shouted, but Cesare ignored him.

“Let’s go to the office first…”

Cesare stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Adèle’s attire. She was

wearing only a negligee.

The loose neckline barely covered her ample chest.

Cesare closed his mouth and smirked in disbelief.

“Were you really going to come to my room like that?”

Adèle belatedly crossed her arms over her chest, but it only emphasized her
figure.

“The shawl flew away…”

“Is the shawl armor? If it’s off, it’s off.”

“They said it was urgent…”

“If someone said ‘let’s do it because it’s urgent,’ would you?”

“…”

Adèle stared blankly at Cesare. He couldn’t tell if she was hurt or not.
Usually, he could guess her thoughts from her face, but not this time.

Cesare frowned and smiled reluctantly, taking off his jacket.

“Wear this.”

“…Thank you.”

Adèle accepted the jacket without hesitation.

Cesare’s jacket was too big for Adèle. His broad shoulders were partly to
blame, but Adèle’s slender frame made it look oversized on her.

Seeing her look like she was wearing a sack, Cesare laughed out loud.

“Aren’t you going to say, ‘Cesare, you’re really well-built’ or something?”

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Chapter 26

“Lord Cesare…”

“Forget it.”

What an uninteresting woman. Cesare stood up from his seat.

“Do you need a hand?”

“No, thank you.”

Adèle staggered as she got up. Her slender legs wobbled like those of a
newborn fawn, but Cesare ignored it.

It was enough that he had caught the falling shoe shiner; what more did she
expect from him?

Adèle, for her part, seemed determined to walk on her own, struggling but
managing to move forward.

She could have asked to be carried, but instead, Cesare felt a pang of
frustration with himself. He quickened his pace.

***

Everyone gathered in Cesare’s office. The group consisted of Adèle, Cesare,

and unexpectedly, Jude Rossi.

The atmosphere in the office was somber. It wasn’t just because it was the
middle of the night with only a few candles lit.
“How’s your back?”

Jude Rossi, normally full of mischief, asked Cesare seriously.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

Cesare answered nonchalantly, but the old man sitting beside him corrected
him.

The wrinkled man, resembling a shriveled bean, was Giotto Grimaldi, the
family physician for the Bonaparte household.

Giotto was applying something to Cesare’s exposed back.

“Is it really that bad?”

“Giotto tends to exaggerate.”

Even while injured, Cesare puffed on his cigar and smiled.

Giotto clicked his tongue, clearly displeased with Cesare’s attitude.

“If I had my way, I’d confine you to bed for a month. How did this
happen?”

“I caught a mermaid falling from the sky.”

“You shouldn’t be catching such things, my lord. Do you realize how heavy
a falling person is? It’s a miracle your arm didn’t break. Besides, mermaids
live in the sea, not the sky.”

“I already think it wasn’t worth the trouble, so drop it.”

Giotto Grimaldi clicked his tongue again.

“Fortunately, there are no external injuries, and the internal damage doesn’t
seem severe. You’ll have some bruises for a while. No exercise for the time
being. Apply cold compresses for a few days, then switch to warm
compresses. And this would be a good time to quit drinking and smoking.”

“Oh dear.”

Cesare replied casually, taking a deeper drag on his cigar. Giotto shook his
head and wrapped a bandage around Cesare’s torso.

“Treatment is complete. You’ll need daily compresses starting tomorrow, so

I’ll send someone.”

“No need for that. Just send the supplies.”

“What? Alright, if you insist.”

Giotto nodded, looking puzzled.

Watching this, Adèle felt a pang of injustice.

‘That’s why I didn’t suspect anything…’

No one blamed Adèle, more like, no one paid attention to her because of
Cesare’s injury. Still, she felt guilty as if she were responsible for his injury.

‘He won’t kill me. He won’t kill me. Who asked him to catch me? Although
I’m grateful he did…’

Adèle looked at Cesare with conflicted eyes. Cesare seemed to notice her
gaze but said nothing. That made her even more anxious.

Just then, Epony burst into the office, clearly distressed.

“My lord!”

She had already heard the news and trembled when she saw Cesare.

“I was looking for the young lady since she was missing, and now this…!”
“You’d better hear the prologue from my sister instead of me. We need to
clear up the situation anyway.”

Cesare said, leaning back on the sofa. He frowned from the pain but quickly
masked it with a smile.

With everyone gathered, Adèle began explaining the events.

“After Epony left, a maid came to see me.”

She explained how Epony had left at Lady Flavia’s call and how the maid
came claiming Cesare urgently needed her, prompting her to follow.

Cesare, who had been silently listening with his cigar, finally asked the
question Adèle dreaded.

“The host of the party suddenly called from the rooftop, and you followed
without suspicion?”

There was no room for excuses. Adèle clenched her fists.

“…I’m sorry. But she said it was you calling. I thought I had to follow, even
if it seemed odd.”

“…”

Cesare paused and took another drag on his cigar.

“…And in the end, she circled around the bell tower and pushed me.”

Adèle finished her story, watching Cesare’s reaction. Next, it was Epony’s
turn.

“It was the usual report about the young master. I was surprised when they
requested it again so soon after the last one, but since it was Lady Flavia’s
request…”

“There was no reason to doubt it.”

“I should have doubted it. As a result, the young master got injured. It’s all
my fault.”

Epony looked at Cesare with sorrowful eyes, like a mother seeing her
injured child.

Just then, Jude stood up, adjusting his coat.

“Cesare, I should get back to the ballroom. I think I’ve heard enough of the
situation. This seems more like a family matter now.”

His timely exit signal made Cesare nod.

“Thanks for your help.”

“I’ll expect a hefty payment.”

“As much as you want.”

“Miss Adelaide, I’ll see you formally later.”

Jude Rossi kissed the back of Adèle’s hand and left the room.

Immediately, voices outside the door suggested he was being greeted

warmly by someone.

“Master!”

Soon, Gigi entered the room, filling the empty space. Adèle still found the
casual entrance to the lord’s office without knocking strange, but no one
else seemed to care.

“As instructed, I’ve had Lady Flavia Loredan detained. I’ve also ordered
the guards to detain anyone trying to leave.”

“And the envoys?”

“No issues. Lord Ezra Della Valle arrived late. Isn’t he quite the impressive
figure?”
Cesare smiled wryly, showing displeasure.

“I don’t like that.”

“What can you do if you don’t?”

“I’ll settle it with money. Release the 909 Blumenladen Celestial from the
cellar.”

“Wow.”

Gigi made a serious note of it in his ledger. It seemed to be a precious drink.

“So the ball is taken care of… What now?”

All eyes turned to Cesare.

Cesare rested his chin on the hand holding his cigar, deep in thought. It
seemed he was contemplating deeply, as his face showed no smile.

Cesare’s expressionless face, combined with his sharp eyes, created a

sensual image as he smoked.

Eventually, he spoke.

“The galley ship is ready, right?”

“…Yes.”

Gigi replied cautiously, sensing the tension.

Cesare put down his cigar, which had burned close to the end.

“Send Lady Flavia on it.”

“Understood!”

“And bring Lucrezia here. Right now.”

“What?”

Everyone’s eyes widened at his words.

While no one dared to speak, Gigi nodded hesitantly.

“Understood. I’ll bring her right away.”

***

A short while later, an out-of-place knock sounded.

“Master! It’s Gigi! I’ve brought Miss Lucrezia Della Valle as requested!”

Ah.

Unexpectedly, that exclamation made Adèle suddenly realize why no one

knocked on Cesare’s office door.

In the rarely crowded inner palace, if you were close to him, you didn’t
knock on his office door.

In other words, if someone knocked, it implied a certain danger.

“The arranged… guest…”

That’s the keyword. Even if someone outside the door was close, without
the keyword, caution was necessary.

While Adèle was processing this sudden insight, Cesare spoke.

“Adelaide, sit beside me.”

Adèle quickly, perhaps quicker than Cesare expected, sat beside him.

He seemed to appreciate her obedience but still frowned and smiled

slightly.

“You’re too easy to fool.”

“…”

“Sit closer.”

Just as they sat shoulder to shoulder, the door opened.

“Miss Lucrezia Della Valle is here!”

Gigi entered first, doing his best impression of a butler, followed by

Lucrezia.

Immediately, Cesare smiled more seductively and magnificently than ever,

as if he intended to captivate her completely.
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Chapter 27

“Blessings of the Goddess. I’m sorry to receive the daughter of Della Valle
in such a state.”

“B-Blessings of the Goddess! L-Lord Cesare… Y-You called for me…”

Lucrezia, who had entered gracefully like a dove, halted.

Her expression changed three times.

First, she seemed shocked to see Cesare’s large, bandaged chest.

Then she turned pale at the sight of the bandages, and finally, her eyes
widened in shock when she saw Adèle sitting closely beside him.

“L-Lord Cesare…”

“Sit down.”

Cesare gestured with his chin. His gaze flowed past Lucrezia to the two
people behind her.

“A maid and a knight?”

Adèle looked at the two people following Lucrezia.

The knight was someone she had seen in passing in the Water Garden.

But the maid was not the hazel-haired girl who had tried to kill her. This
one had ash-gray hair and wore glasses, slightly plump.
‘Already replaced her.’

It wasn’t sad, but it wasn’t amusing either. Adèle’s lips gradually fell.

Meanwhile, Cesare’s smile grew more mocking.

“Was that the original maid?”

At Cesare’s sweet voice, Lucrezia nodded enthusiastically, her face alight

with joy.

“Yes…! M-My maid, Anese…”

“I don’t think so.”

“Pardon…? M-My maid has always been Anese… Right, Anese?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Lucrezia looked back at Cesare, as if seeking praise.

Adèle watched this scene with discomfort.

It was unsettling.

Even as an outsider, Lucrezia’s blind devotion was palpable. The moment

she saw Cesare, her mind seemed to be entirely consumed by him.

Even with the person she tried to kill sitting right next to him.

“Miss Lucrezia is quite efficient. If only she didn’t dislike me, we could’ve
made good partners.”

“Th-Thank you…”

Cesare laughed, clearly amused.

“Really? Thank you?”

“Yes? Y-Yes…”

She seemed unaware of what she was saying or what Cesare meant.

Seeing the other side of this once graceful and dignified lady made Adèle
feel even more uneasy.

“B-But my lord…”

Lucrezia stammered.

“D-Did you get hurt…?”

“Ah.”

Cesare’s eyes curved into a smooth arc.

“A mermaid fell from the sky, and I caught her.”

He quickly pulled Adèle into his arms. Adèle stiffened as she was pulled
close.

Not stopping there, Cesare briefly kissed Adèle on the forehead.

“…”

Lucrezia’s face turned deathly pale.

“Are you okay now, Adelaide?”

Cesare’s eyes met Adèle’s, and she read the unspoken signal in his gaze.

“…Yes. Thanks to you, brother.”

Adèle immediately leaned her head on Cesare’s shoulder and gently placed
her hand on his thigh, making it look as if they were lovers.

For a brief moment, when her hand touched his thigh, Cesare’s act seemed
to falter.
But if it was a mistake, it was brief. Cesare chuckled and kissed Adèle’s left
cheek.

“It’s better for me to get hurt than you. It will always be that way.”

The message was clear: if she didn’t want to keep harming the head of the
Bonaparte family, she should control herself.

Cesare squeezed Adèle’s shoulder one more time before letting her go.

His gaze returned to Lucrezia.

“But thank you for your concern, Miss Della Valle.”

“…”

Throughout this comedic exchange, Lucrezia’s face remained as pale as a

ghost.

She no longer looked like a beauty. Her lips were tightly pressed into a line,
and her eyes, bulging in horror, were fixed solely on Adèle.

“…”

“Miss Lucrezia?”

“…Yes?”

Only when Cesare slowly called her name did Lucrezia snap back to reality.

“Ah…”

Lucrezia alternated her gaze between Cesare and Adèle.

The man she loved and the woman she wanted to kill.

Caught between them, she finally focused on Cesare.

“T-Then, should I nurse you back to health…?”

“It’s not your fault, so you don’t need to trouble yourself.”

“B-But…”

“And my sister will take care of the nursing, so it’s fine.”

“…”

Lucrezia’s face contorted and then forced a smile. Adèle felt a chill
watching her.

“B-But an unmarried lady… n-nursing in the same room… It might cause

misunderstandings…”

“A ‘sister,’ Miss Della Valle.”

Cesare laughed cheerfully.

“I did think it was a bit of a waste to give her to Ezra.”

“…”

“Just kidding.”

Cesare toyed with Lucrezia. Each of his words seemed to send her between
heaven and hell.

Finally, Cesare smiled warmly, with dimples in his cheeks, and looked
intently at Lucrezia.

“Miss Della Valle.”

Lucrezia looked at him with tearful eyes, holding onto a sliver of hope.

“Y-Yes…?”

“There won’t be a second chance.”

“…”
Lucrezia froze.

“I’ll cut off this connection this time. But there won’t be a next time. If you
try such tricks again, it’ll be a matter between families.”

Cesare finished with a smile.

“Now, please leave.”

***

Called out quietly from the ballroom, Flavia found herself confined to a
room in the inner palace of Bonaparte.

The doors and windows were guarded by knights, and no maids were
allowed in. She couldn’t contact her family.

As midnight passed into the early hours of the morning and no one came to
find her, Flavia realized.

‘Lucrezia has failed and revealed my name!’

Flavia paced the room anxiously, feeling her hair stand on end with fear.

Cesare, who always favored capable and rational people, was equally
ruthless in dealing with traitors.

“I need to explain…”

Just then, the door opened without a knock.

Flavia, lost in thought, flinched at the sudden appearance of a dark figure

but then lit up with recognition.

“Aegir!”

“Lady Flavia Loredan.”

The dry voice belonged to Aegir, Epony’s ‘younger brother.’

The young man with auburn hair was short but sturdy.

Flavia had seen him occasionally in Cesare’s office. He always carried a

faint smell of metal.

He looked no different now, wearing a black cloak often seen on Braziere,

with an unadorned black cocked hat. The standard attire.

Under the triangular hat, his lifeless blue eyes focused on Flavia.

“Follow me.”

It was a brief command, but Flavia hesitated.

Aegir stared at her without any change in his expression.

“Wh-Where are we going? I need to see Lord Cesare!”

“Follow me.”

“Let me explain to Lord Cesare! I can explain everything!”

Without another word, Aegir strode towards Flavia. His lifeless blue eyes
approached like a silent death, causing Flavia to scream and back away.

“Alright! I’ll go! I’ll go on my own!”

“…”

Aegir stopped. He stared at Flavia for a moment, then pulled something

from his pocket and handed it to her.

“A blindfold. Wear it.”

“…”

Flavia, holding back her tears like a noblewoman, took it with trembling
hands and put it on.
Once her vision was obscured, Aegir stood on her left and began escorting
her.

She was led out of the inner palace, through the garden, to a place so quiet
not even birds could be heard.

“A carriage. Get in.”

“…”

Aegir’s dry voice increased Flavia’s fear.

Santnar was an island nation. The land wasn’t vast, and the roads were
narrow. Nobles usually preferred horses over carriages. The roads, except
for the main ones, were barely wide enough for two horses.

The fact that they were using a carriage meant…

‘They want to hide me…?’

Flavia trembled as she listened to the carriage moving through the pre-dawn
streets of Fornatie.

Soon, the sound of waves grew closer. The cries of early-waking seagulls
could be heard.

‘A port…?’

Flavia’s eyes, covered by the blindfold, began to tremble.

‘No, it can’t be. I was loyal to Bonaparte…’

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Chapter 28

It was a futile hope. The place where the carriage stopped was exactly
where Flavia least wanted to be.

“Get out. I’ll remove the blindfold, but don’t make any loud noises.”

Flavia, trembling, stepped out of the carriage and couldn’t breathe properly
as she took in the scene before her.

Porto Niro. The least populated of the ten ports around Fornatie.

It was also the most crime-ridden port because it was close to the slums of
Kimora.

The port was filthy. The air was filled with the stench of fish and rot. A
dilapidated lighthouse flickered weakly in the distance.

“Follow me.”

Aegir escorted Lady Flavia towards the dock. Though his manner was
polite, like that of a Braziere escorting a noble lady, his firm grip made
escape impossible.

Flavia, like a fish caught on a hook, was dragged along helplessly.

Eventually, a long, slender ship appeared before her eyes.

“Board it.”

It was an old galley. Her fear had become reality.

“No… No!”

Flavia screamed. She struggled desperately to break free from Aegir, but the
young man easily twisted her arm into submission.

At that moment, an incongruous cheerful voice sounded.

“Ah, Lady Flavia? We’ve been waiting for you!”

“…!”

It was Gigi Manfredi, Cesare’s secretary.

Yawning openly, Gigi approached with a sleepy expression.

Under normal circumstances, Flavia would have frowned at his rudeness,

but now she cried out to him like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline.

“You! Please take me to the lord! He’ll understand if I explain! I can

explain everything!”

Gigi raised one eyebrow quizzically, still yawning.

“Huh? What do you plan to explain at this point?”

“I-I was only blackmailed!”

Gigi scratched his ear.

“You should have told the lord immediately, then.”

“T-That’s because…”

“No need to answer. I know. You couldn’t because you were the first to
reveal the lady’s identity.”

“It was all for the lord!”

Flavia screamed. Gigi snorted.

“The lord understands that to some extent. It’s understandable for a retainer
to be anxious when the head of the family refuses to marry. That’s why he
let the connection with the chairwoman slide.”

He knew all along?

Flavia’s face twisted in shock.

“Then why…?”

“Why do you think?”

Gigi laughed like a little devil.

“Omertà. You broke the most important rule.”

“…!”

Omertà. The code of silence.

A vow of obedience never to reveal what one sees or hears to outsiders.

This is the bond that holds all noble families together, and breaking it
results in certain retribution.

Gigi, smiling, and Aegir, expressionless, no longer seemed like their usual
selves. They were executioners.

“I just gave a hint!”

“A pretty detailed hint, it seems? Well, it’s not my concern. Let me explain
quickly so I can catch a nap!”

“If I disappear, the chairwoman will definitely…”

“That’s the lord’s problem to solve. And honestly, you’re not irreplaceable.”

“…!”
Flavia was struck speechless by his harsh and biting words.

Gigi chuckled and yawned again.

“Ah, I’m so sleepy. If you’re done making excuses, let’s proceed. Let’s
see… The ship you’ll board is the Veterano, built in 840.”

“No… No…”

“The supplies include flour, hard bread, salt, sugar, biscuits, jam, fresh
water, coal, chicken, duck, olive oil, lemons, limes…”

Aegir firmly held Flavia, who was trembling like a sick goat, as Gigi
quickly finished the explanation.

“…So! You’ll take these supplies and make your way to Sorok alone!”

Flavia, panting, couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

Though she had never done hard labor, she had basic knowledge of
navigation as a noblewoman from an island nation.

Galleys were only used for coastal voyages.

Taking such a ship on an open-sea voyage would be disastrous if the waves

got rough.

And Sorok was the farthest point from Santnar.

Moreover, the galley before her was nearly a century old, and most
importantly, lacked a figurehead of a mermaid—the goddess’s symbol for
safe voyages.

“If you return safely, the lord will consider it the sea goddess’s will and
forgive you.”

Flavia immediately fell to her knees before Gigi, clasping her hands in
supplication. Her face was already tear-streaked.
“Please give me a chance to explain to Lord Cesare. Please…! Please!”

But Gigi remained indifferent to her pleas.

“Who told you to break Omertà? You should’ve stopped at just harassing
the shoe shiner.”

Yawning, Gigi stepped back.

“Explanation over. Let’s proceed, Aegir!”

Without a word, Aegir firmly bound Flavia’s wrists with a cloth and tied her
to the ship’s mast.

“No! Let go! Save me! Please…!”

Ignoring her struggles, Aegir easily dragged her onto the deck.

Tying one of her wrists to the mast, he jumped nimbly back onto the dock.

Instead of rowers, a magical stone began to move the ship. Gigi waved
cheerfully.

“Have a safe trip! Watch out for the sea goddess’s jealousy!”

“Noooo!”

The ship, carrying only Flavia, set sail. As expected of a galley, it moved
quickly. Her screams soon faded into the horizon.

***

Adèle awoke in the now-familiar soft bed.

Her whole body felt stiff. She hadn’t noticed it before, but her body must
have tensed up unconsciously from the shock of yesterday.

As soon as she sat up, Epony entered the room.

“Miss, you coughed.”

Epony, seeing Adèle awake, quickly approached like a squirrel.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. And you?”

“Of course. The water is heated, so please bathe. Given what happened
yesterday, it would be best to have breakfast in your room. What would you
like? If your stomach feels unsettled…”

Epony seemed bustling. Adèle shook her head.

“It’s fine. Just the usual.”

“The chef will be pleased.”

Humans are creatures of habit. Adèle, swaying in her thin, white negligee,
adeptly headed to the bathroom.

Yellow rose petals floated in the tub. The rose scent mixed with the steam,
spreading throughout the room.

Adèle, without a hint of shame, allowed Epony to assist her in undressing

and stepped into the tub.

Such a pleasant scent.

Muttering that, Epony responded.

“The roses were flown in from the nearby village of Topolo this morning.
Their roses are exquisite.”

“Topolo…”

“Have you been?”

“A little.”
Adèle had briefly been to Topolo when she worked as a drug courier.

To Adèle, Topolo had seemed like a dreary town. Naturally, since she had
only seen the back alleys.

A village could be known for its roses and its tobacco. How interesting.

Adèle pondered this as Epony brushed her hair.

To wash, they used pink-tinted salts and milky white soap with a lovely
scent. In the fragrant bubbles, Adèle felt drowsy as she finished her bath.

Epony applied violet oil to Adèle’s hair, twisted it into shape, and styled it.

Adèle waited in a thin robe, sitting on the porcelain chair in the toilette
room, until Epony brought her clothes.

“Thank you for waiting.”

Soon, Epony brought the day’s attire. A light green sarasa dress printed with
butterflies and flowers.

Epony set up a partition and applied fragrant oil to Adèle’s body, then
helped her into the dress.

“Is anything uncomfortable?”

“The chest feels tight.”

“It’s Lady Catarina’s dress, so it can’t be helped. She was quite slender. You
are slender too, but you’re taller and have a fuller chest.”

Epony spoke to Adèle through the mirror.

“But I think the young master will soon allocate funds for your wardrobe.”
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Chapter 29

“An allowance for maintaining dignity?”

“You’ll be able to purchase clothes and accessories. So far, you’ve been

wearing Lady Catarina’s clothes, but now that you’ve caught the young
master’s eye…”

Caught his eye? What an odd expression.

Adèle blinked, and Epony glanced at her through the mirror, avoiding her
gaze as she pretended to pin a pearl in Adèle’s hair.

“The shawl you were using was Lady Catarina’s. And the young master
doesn’t like his mother, Lady Catarina, very much.”

Ah, I see.

Adèle nodded indifferently. It’s not uncommon for children to dislike their
parents. It’s not something to hide.

After putting on a delicate coral bracelet, Adèle sat on the sofa in the
reception room.

As if on cue, maids entered with several silver trolleys.

This was the first time Adèle had seen so many maids at once.

Upon closer inspection, they were certainly different from Lucrezia’s maid
who had come to her. These maids all wore perfectly fitted black flannel
dresses. Their pristine white caps covered their hair but not their faces.
They made no sound, and it seemed they barely breathed.

Without any instructions from Epony, the maids skillfully set the table.
Once they were done, they silently left the room, like sand slipping through
fingers.

Epony seemed to have been considerate, as the breakfast was all easy-to-eat
dishes.

There was lentil soup with grilled scallops in chicken broth, saffron risotto
sautéed in butter, and perfectly cooked duck breast with cross-hatched skin.

Epony watched as Adèle tasted the saffron risotto, her eyes widening at the
unusual flavor, before speaking cautiously.

“Are you feeling well?”

“Yes. I’m not hurt.”

“…That’s a relief. Truly.”

Epony’s reply sounded somewhat uneasy.

Adèle looked at her quizzically. There was guilt in her blue eyes.

‘Come to think of it, no one asked me if I was alright yesterday.’

Not Cesare, not Jude Rossi. Not even Epony or Gigi. Even Dr. Giotto
Grimaldi didn’t examine her.

More precisely, no one mentioned that someone had fallen from a six-story
height and needed to be checked.

Adèle took another bite of risotto.

The time to feel sad about such things had long passed.
Besides, with the head of the Bonaparte family injured, who cared about a
shoe shiner falling from six stories?

But Epony’s feelings seemed different.

“Miss, I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you yesterday…”

“It’s fine. I’m neither angry nor upset.”

Adèle deliberately cut Epony off, stabbing at the shell beans on her plate
with her fork.

“What happened to the maid who pushed me?”

“…”

Epony expressed mild discontent at the sudden change of topic by pursing

her lips before speaking calmly again.

“She was found in the sewers. Her face was so mutilated that it was hard to
identify her, but since you mentioned her hazel hair, it must be her.”

“I see…”

“Her clothes were stripped off, presumably to destroy evidence…”

Epony leaned in and whispered.

“She had a severe wound in the same area where the young master was
injured.”

Adèle chewed on the shell bean, swallowing hard.

Lucrezia. A frightening woman. She harmed her man, huh?

Her actions were reckless, but she was quick to cut ties and ruthless in
covering her tracks.
Considering the timing, it was clear that as soon as she sent the maid to kill
Adèle, she brought in a new maid from her household.

“When my brother said he wanted to partner with her, he wasn’t kidding.

Has this happened before?”

“There have been several unfortunate accidents involving young ladies who
showed interest in Master Cesare.”

“What will happen to Miss Lucrezia?”

“There’s no evidence, so we can’t take any action against Miss Lucrezia.”

“It doesn’t have to be official, does it?”

“That’s true, but…”

Epony paused, hinting at the gravity of the topic.

“She’s too prominent. The commoners adore Miss Lucrezia. She’s well-
known in social circles for her beauty. She also has extensive knowledge in
archaeology and aesthetics, assisting many families. If something were to
happen to her, all of Fornatie would be up in arms, seeking the culprit.”

It would be difficult to handle discreetly.

Adèle nodded and pushed her plate away. Epony kindly took out the last
remaining dish on the trolley, an orange soufflé.

“While it’s unfortunate…”

“No, it’s survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

Epony sounded genuinely relieved.

“But it might be good for you, Miss. There will be no lessons for a while.
The young master has ordered you to review what you’ve learned so far.”
Adèle paused with the small dessert spoon in her hand.

“What about Lady Flavia?”

Epony smiled wryly.

“The young master is looking for a new governess, but he’s currently busy.
He plans to resume your lessons after the envoy from Orqueenia departs.”

Adèle nodded. So, she’s probably already fish food or ground meat. That
was the end of Adèle’s interest in Flavia Loredan.

Seeing Adèle’s eyes light up as she enjoyed the powdered sugar-dusted

orange soufflé, Epony asked, relieved.

“By the way, when would you like to change into your outing clothes?
Though you’ll still have to wear Lady Catarina’s clothes as your dignity
maintenance budget hasn’t been allocated yet…”

“Outing clothes?”

Adèle asked, puzzled, and Epony gave her an equally puzzled look.

“I heard you were tasked with nursing the young master. He asked for you
to start today.”

Clang.

Adèle dropped her spoon.

***

Adèle hesitated for a long time before grasping the office door handle.

As the oak door, adorned with mermaids and stars, opened, the rich scent of
almonds wafted in.

“Oh? Miss Adelaide!”

As soon as she entered the room, Gigi beamed.

“Wow! You look beautiful… Ugh!”

Gigi, who had approached with a friendly greeting, was hit on the head by
an ink bottle thrown by Cesare, causing him to snap his mouth shut.

“The carpet will be deducted from your wages.”

“Ah! Yes, sir!”

Gigi, covered in ink, screamed but quickly complied.

He swiftly took out Cesare’s ink bottle and used a cloth to blot the ink on
the carpet to prevent it from spreading.

Ignoring him, Cesare looked at Adèle. His cold golden eyes were as sweetly
amused as always.

“Blessings of the Goddess.”

“Blessings of the Goddess.”

Adèle returned the greeting only after receiving his.

As usual, Cesare sat behind his walnut desk. Gigi stood to his right, as
Adèle had seen before.

But the man standing to Cesare’s left was new.

Adèle glanced at the stranger, standing like a statue, and Cesare

immediately introduced him.

“This is Aegir Correll. Epony’s younger brother and your Braziere. The task
I assigned him ended quickly, so I’m introducing him early.”

“Yes.”

Adèle, who had replied perfunctorily, stared at him.

‘Younger brother…?’

Aegir was a young man, short and sturdy.

Yes, he was a young man.

His face, beneath his tousled auburn hair, looked too young to be the
younger brother of middle-aged Epony.

Maybe her son…

Just as Adèle was about to wonder further, she noticed that everyone in the
room was subtly watching her reaction.

‘Ah.’

Realizing something, Adèle immediately nodded.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Aegir.”

“I will serve you to the best of my abilities.”

At her response, Cesare chuckled, and Gigi whistled.

“Wow. You really catch on quick.”

From his reaction, Adèle was sure Aegir was Epony’s son, not her brother.
There seemed to be some backstory.

She wasn’t curious. Complicated family situations were as common as

stones on the streets of Kimora.

“If you were really quick, you’d have realized the maid wasn’t from
Bonaparte.”

“She hasn’t even been here a month, sir!”

Gigi said, fiddling with his ink-stained bangs.

“Anyway, my lord? Now that the young lady is here, you should start your
treatment. The head of the Portduqain trading company will be at dinner
tonight, so you shouldn’t be late.”

Cesare frowned.

“That boar of a woman.”

“She’s a competent boar. Shall I call Miss Jane and Oliver?”

“No.”
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Chapter 30

Cesare stood up from his seat. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he motioned to

Adèle.

“Follow me.”

Adèle hesitated for a moment, then took a few awkward steps. Gigi
shouted.

“Miss! That trolley there is what Dr. Giotto left behind. The instructions
should be written on it!”

Adèle noticed the trolley, which had been quietly sitting in the corner. It
was loaded with what looked like medicine and bandages.

Turning back, she saw Gigi waving his fingers in a playful goodbye. Aegir
was watching them, but his demeanor suggested it was merely a routine act
of guarding.

‘Are we going alone?’

Adèle followed Cesare into a corridor connected to the office, a place she
had never been before.

“Close the portiere.”

Cesare instructed as he walked ahead.

Adèle awkwardly untied the silver knot holding the portiere at the entrance
of the passage. The heavy damask curtain with lotus embroidery fell,
closing off the corridor.

As she turned around, she saw a hallway bathed in sunlight from narrow,
arched windows. It was a simple and elegant space. The atmosphere felt
different, like entering a private area. It was just a closed-off corridor, yet it
felt more intimate.

Cesare opened a heavy door about 16 feet ahead, revealing a bright and
spacious room.

It was Cesare’s bedroom.

Holding onto the trolley handle like a lifeline, Adèle stepped into his
bedroom.

Contrary to her expectations of grandeur, Cesare’s bedroom was extremely

neat. The bed linen was white and fine, without any patterns, and the
interior decoration was either a cool white or a pale blue.

The bed was minimalist, with no headboard, pillars, or canopy. The most
notable feature was the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind the bed.

The space didn’t feel empty, thanks to the view of the garden through the
glass window.

The view was beautiful, encompassing three of the Bonaparte gardens at

once.

It was a breathtaking sight, but Adèle couldn’t help but ask.

“Is this structure secure?”

“The elevation makes it safe.”

Cesare replied with a laugh, as if to say that was her only concern. Adèle
nodded.

‘So this is the part that looks like a cliff from the outside.’
The highest point of the terraced garden. The lack of ledges below
improved security.

‘…Beautiful.’

If security wasn’t an issue, the rounded walls and expansive view made it
an exceptionally charming room. The contrast of Fornate’s blue sky and the
green garden was striking.

Lost in the view, Adèle snapped back to reality and looked at Cesare.

“Then, let me tend to your wound…”

She stopped mid-sentence.

Cesare had already taken off his white shirt, exposing his bare back.

Adèle involuntarily held her breath at the sight of his fully exposed back.

She had seen many male bodies while disguising herself on the streets. Her
usual impression was that men’s bodies weren’t particularly beautiful.

But Cesare’s body was different. It wasn’t overly muscular, lacked awkward
proportions, and had no hidden flab. The bandages covering him were
almost a pity, given how perfect his physique was.

His shoulders were broad enough for Adèle to roll over them, and his
waistline gracefully tapered below, forming a beautiful curve.

There were a few scars, but they only added a mysterious and dangerous
allure to his otherwise perfect form.

Above the waistband of his trousers, just to the left of his spine, was a
distinctive mark…

“Quite a long gaze.”

His amused voice broke her trance, and Adèle looked up in surprise. Cesare
was watching her from the corner of his eye.
She felt mortified. Even if she was called a pervert, she had no excuse.

“…That’s…”

“I do have an attractive body. Don’t get too excited over something nice to
look at.”

Adèle’s face hardened.

“That won’t happen.”

“Fine by me.”

Cesare, seeming tired of the joke, walked over to the bed and sat down. She
expected him to flaunt his impressive physique, but he didn’t.

In hindsight, he didn’t have much vanity.

His self-praise seemed more like an effort to save others the trouble of
complimenting him.

No wonder women liked him.

Thinking this, Adèle pulled the trolley closer and stood by his side. All the
necessary tools were there. She first picked up a pair of scissors.

“Brother, I’ll cut the bandage now. Please turn your body slightly…”

“No.”

Adèle, who had lifted the scissors, paused. She coaxed him gently.

“Just a little…”

“No.”

Cesare was adamant. His golden eyes looked at her as if to say, “What will
you do now?”
Adèle looked at Cesare’s back. The only way to tend to it was to climb onto
the spacious, expensive bed.

“…”

Taking a slow breath, Adèle asked.

“May I climb onto your bed for a moment?”

“You don’t need my permission for that.”

“Thank you.”

Adèle moved the trolley to the edge of the bed and gathered her dress in her
hand.

Gathering her skirt in front of a shirtless man felt somewhat odd.

Careful not to seem too hasty, she climbed onto the bed. Kneeling on the
white bedspread, she positioned herself behind Cesare.

Only then could she exhale the breath she had been holding.

Adèle placed the tray from the trolley onto the bed and picked up the
scissors again.

“…I’m cutting the bandage now.”

As her fingertips touched Cesare’s back, she felt the heat and firmness of
his muscles. Cesare’s breathing was calm. It seemed Adèle was the only one
tense, as if she were in a room with a beast.

Snip. Snip.

The sound of the bandage being cut echoed in the quiet bedroom.

Finally, the cut bandage fell away.

Just as Adèle sighed in relief, thinking she had passed the first hurdle,
Cesare grabbed her hand.

***

Despite Giotto’s fuss, the wound wasn’t severe.

Cesare had good reflexes, and he had rolled appropriately to absorb the
shock when catching Adèle. It was more of a bruise that would heal in a
few days rather than weeks.

Still, he was the head of the Bonaparte family. Everyone’s concern was
justified. Knowing this, Cesare quietly accepted the treatment and the
worried looks.

Throughout it all, the shoe shiner, who was at the center of the incident,
remained an outsider.

Adèle, who had staggered like a fawn to follow him, lost her presence once
she sat in the office.

No one spoke to her. No one asked if she was okay. Not even Epony, who
arrived late.

Cesare felt like it was all a play. Usually, the person who fell would be more
worried, right? Why wasn’t she feeling wronged? No matter her
background.

Adèle sat quietly in the face of complete disregard, gazing into the void.
She tightened her coat around herself and shivered slightly in her negligee.

Even when the doctor rushed in to treat someone else, she didn’t seem to
worry about her own body.

Occasionally, she would glance at him with a worried, gloomy look.

He wanted to click his tongue repeatedly.

How could she be so presumptuous and foolish? She almost died if not for
him, yet she worried about him.

It was a night full of questions. By morning, Cesare had an answer.

She must have had some other motive.

Only then did everything make sense.

That’s why she endured Lady Flavia’s abuse like an idiot. That’s why she
came to him in a negligee without fear.

Pretending not to care about her body, acting concerned for him. Staggering
to evoke a protective instinct.

Looking at him with deep, far-reaching eyes every time their gazes met. All
of it.

There’s no other reason to worry about a man who talked about fantasies
and hobbies.

“Adèle Bibi.”

Cesare gently squeezed Adèle’s hand.

She was easily pushed back. The green-haired woman looked up in

surprise, sprawling on the white bedspread.

In the midst of it all, her annoyingly large chest struggled to stay within her
neckline.

Damn. Cesare laughed. He was genuinely a little excited.

Adèle seemed to feel the sensation against her thigh. Her amber eyes finally
showed a warning light.

“Brother.”

“Call me Cesare. That title doesn’t suit the bed.”

Cesare twisted his body, climbing onto Adèle’s lower abdomen, pressing
down just enough to prevent resistance.
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Chapter 31

Cesare’s body slowly leaned over Adèle, enveloping her like a dark wave.
Adèle inhaled sharply, feeling as though she were being swallowed by a
black tide.

“…Brother!”

“Cesare.”

“Brother, I don’t understand why you’re doing this!”

“If you don’t understand, you can start learning now.”

As he reached out and caressed her hair, the green waves wrapped around
his fingers.

Such a pleasant scent.

Cesare frowned slightly but maintained his smile.

“Let’s cut the cute act, Adèle Bibi.”

Adèle’s eyes quivered as she took a deep breath, her already ample chest
rising even higher. It was almost as if she was doing it intentionally.

“I’m a man, you’re a woman. You’re quite pretty and a bit adorably foolish.
Not a face I’d get tired of.”

“…”
“I’ll indulge you, so just pretend you don’t know what’s happening.”

Adèle’s eyes wavered. It looked like humiliation. Quite the actress.

But she would give in eventually. That had to be her goal, to seduce the
infamous Bonaparte rake and turn her miserable life around.

Cesare had encountered countless women like her. More than enough to
make him sick.

His ‘sister’ didn’t need to be one of those women. Especially not his ‘sister.’

So, if she gave in, he’d enjoy her once, part ways cleanly as he usually did,
and Aegir would handle the rest. He’d send her off on a small boat, a neat
ending.

Losing his sister would leave only the arrangement with the Della Valle
family. But he could delay that for a future generation. If they were upset,
they should have been born earlier; no one could fault him for that.

“Let’s be honest now.”

Cesare closed his eyes slowly and leaned in.

“Open your mouth.”

Her pretty face with its tightly closed pink lips drew closer.

She’s infuriatingly pretty for a shoe shiner. Just as he thought it would be a

shame to only have her once, something cold touched his neck.

“…”

Cesare reopened his eyes and leaned back slightly, looking down.

It was a pair of scissors.

To be precise, the blades were open.

He raised his eyes again to see fiery comet-like eyes glaring at him. They
burned with righteous anger and clear hostility.

Ah. Damn.

A spark of thrilling excitement exploded in his head. His nerves stood on

end, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

The open scissor blades conveyed her firm resolve.

Adèle Bibi was seriously considering cutting Cesare Bonaparte’s throat.

A man she would never have encountered in her shoe shiner life was
seducing her. Unbelievable.

Cesare looked at Adèle lying beneath him without blinking.

“Are you really going to cut my throat?”

“If necessary.”

Adèle Bibi’s eyes blazed like the sun as she spoke coldly.

Her icy response only fueled his excitement further. Resisting the urge to
act on his desire, Cesare smiled softly.

“Do you think you can?”

“Do you think I lived naively in Kimora?”

He knew she was serious. Her eyes held a determination he had never seen
before.

A resolve to drag him to hell even if she had to die.

He felt a rush of tension, his blood coursing through his veins.

“So presumptuous.”
“You’re the one who suggested dropping the act, Lord Cesare.”

“Are you saying you dislike me, Adèle Bibi?”

“I don’t dislike you, but I don’t want to sleep with you either.”

Cesare swallowed a curse and chuckled lowly. This wasn’t the time to be
honest. Her sudden honesty was what made her so exhilarating.

“Foolish.”

“And debauched.”

Cesare chuckled and grabbed the hand holding the scissors.

“So easy to control.”

“Ah!”

Adèle let out a short gasp. Her eyes quivered as he gently but firmly pinned
her wrists down.

For a moment, her eyes burned like comets again. Determined to bite his
neck and gouge out his eyes if she had to.

Cesare, still smiling, released her and sat up slowly.

Adèle Bibi remained between his legs. Confused, she clutched the scissors
tightly.

She looked on the verge of exploding. Cesare laughed, his throat rumbling.

“Adelaide.”

Even as she relaxed her grip, Adèle remained vigilant.

“Do you like me?”

“…”
She blinked, measuring his intentions in the silence. Her anger, which had
burned so fiercely, vanished in an instant.

“Yes. I like you.”

A perfect answer.

Adelaide Bonaparte liked Cesare.

Adèle Bibi wanted to cut Cesare’s throat.

It was eerily satisfying.

Cesare slowly climbed off Adèle’s abdomen and sat back on the bed.

“Let’s get to the treatment, Miss Adelaide. I have places to be soon.”

“…”

She looked like she wanted to call him a madman, but ‘Adelaide’
obediently began the treatment. Cesare smiled contentedly. He was starting
to feel reluctant to give her to Ezra.

***

Cesare showed no signs of injury as he attended every ball and entertained

every envoy.

The envoys from Orqueenia left, having been warmly received by the
charming and sensual head of the Bonaparte family. The guests also
returned to their own homes.

The outer palace became almost eerily quiet.

Afterwards, Cesare very naturally announced Adèle’s existence. This

happened twice a week, at the Signoria meetings he attended as a Prior.

Towards the end of the meeting, during the time for tea and conversation,
someone brought it up.
“I heard that during the last ball, Lord Cesare called Miss Lucrezia to your
office. Can we expect good news?”

Cesare gave a deep, pleasant smile. This was the topic he had been waiting
for.

“It wasn’t for the reason you think. I simply needed her opinion.”

“Miss Lucrezia’s opinion? Did you discover an antique?”

“Haha.”

Cesare laughed, amused, and raised his teacup.

“My estranged parents sent me a sister, you see.”

“What…”

“Ahem.”

Some coughed, others widened their eyes.

Cesare spoke cheerfully, his signature charming smile in place.

“I called Miss Lucrezia to see if I should have a dress made for my sister.
As a man, I lack the eye for ladies’ items.”

…A lie.

Everyone had the same thought.

One of the reasons Cesare Bonaparte was notorious as a rake was his skill
in giving refined gifts to ladies.

And now he claimed he lacked an eye for such things?

The older Priors couldn’t even muster a cynical laugh as they watched the
young Prior’s brazenly fresh smile.
Eventually, one of them spoke.

“Wait, Lord Bonaparte. What about the arrangement with the Della Valle
family…”

“I appreciate your interest in my marriage, despite your busy schedules with

Signoria duties.”

Prying into his marriage while neglecting their own duties—Cesare’s

comment made the Priors clear their throats.

“…Just answer the question.”

“It’s simple. I intend to fulfill the agreement by sending Adelaide, my sister,

as she has come of age.”

“…”

“…”

Everyone’s eyes turned to one person.

One of the Priors, Luca Della Valle.

His tawny hair was neatly combed back, and he wore small round glasses.
His beard was trim and neat.

Normally, he would present a scholarly, composed image, but now his

violet eyes were trembling with shock.

“Lord Bonaparte. Do you mean…”

“The agreement will be honored. The arrangement was to marry ‘the

daughter of Bonaparte’ and ‘the son of Della Valle,’ after all.”

“B-but what about Lucrezia…”

Cesare gazed steadily at Luca Della Valle. His smile, dimples, and eye
smile couldn’t conceal the coldness in his eyes.
“Does Miss Lucrezia Della Valle have any relationship with me?”

“…”

“She is a beautiful lady and will find a good match. It will be a joyous
occasion for the Della Valle family. She won’t have to marry a rake like
me.”

“…”

“…Hah.”

Luca Della Valle fell silent, his expression grave. The other Priors followed
suit.

It was more than just a marriage between two families. There were many
entangled interests.
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Chapter 32

The flapping of a butterfly’s wings in the Signoria initiated by Cesare

resulted in a storm that reached Adèle a few days later.

Adèle was enjoying a leisurely break after a hearty lunch when Epony
approached her with a pale face.

“Miss, the Chairwoman has come to see you.”

“…What?”

Adèle replied a beat late.

“The Chairwoman has come to see you.”

“…”

Epony repeated herself. Adèle blinked several times, unable to find words
to respond to her statement.

“Not ‘summoned,’ but ‘come to see me’…”

“Yes. She said she’s sorry for coming without notice and that it’s okay if
you take your time to get ready.”

“…”

Every word from Epony left Adèle increasingly flustered.

The fact that the elder of this great family had come to see Adèle, who was
nothing more than an outsider, and that she apologized for coming without
notice, was all shocking.

Epony’s words grew more hurried with her own unease.

“I told her that you needed time to prepare your attire and suggested that it
would be best to meet in the ‘Star Room.’”

“Okay. Go tell her that for now.”

“Yes.”

Epony quickly disappeared in the direction of the drawing room.

Adèle closed her book and stood up.

“Sir Aegir.”

“Yes.”

A man who had been standing quietly behind her answered. Adèle looked at
him.

The young man in a black cloak, holding his black cocked hat over his
chest, met her gaze expectantly.

He had been assigned as Adèle’s bodyguard following the ballroom

incident.

“You’ve heard, right?”

“Yes.”

“Should you accompany me to meet the Chairwoman?”

Aegir responded in a low, rough voice.

“It is the Lord’s order that I stay by your side at all times. However, since
the Chairwoman requested a private meeting, I cannot escort you in.”

His answer carried significant implications. Adèle nodded in understanding.

At that moment, Epony returned, walking briskly.

“Miss. I’ll help you get ready.”

Adèle and Epony headed to the toilet room, while Aegir waited outside,
unable to enter the ladies’ quarters.

“Was it planned for her to come this suddenly?”

Adèle asked, sitting at the dressing table and letting Epony handle her hair.

“No. The Lord intended to keep you hidden from the Chairwoman until the
time was right.”

“Then why now…”

“It seems it’s because the Lord publicly announced your existence in the
Signoria.”

“She came because my brother announced me?”

“Yes. In society, approaching someone before they are ‘announced’ is

considered impolite unless they are close.”

Adèle felt puzzled.

It sounded as if Cesare and Eva were not on good terms.

Epony’s face showed a touch of bitterness, as if understanding Adèle’s

thoughts.

“…I know it might seem strange. I can’t tell you everything, but your guess
is correct. They are not on bad terms, but they do not interact much.”
Adèle nodded, ending the conversation.

In fact, the relationship between Cesare and Eva had indeed seemed odd
from the start.

Cesare was known to be devoted to his grandmother, Eva. It was a widely

known fact in Fornatie. Newspapers had even made a big deal out of the
fact that he built an opera house for her.

However, Adèle had never seen the two of them together in the mansion.

At first, she thought it was because she rarely left her room.

But it wasn’t. The two genuinely had no contact.

“Chairwoman wants to hear more about Cesare.”

“It was the usual report. The one sent to the Chairwoman about the Lord.”

And then there was the fact that Eva received regular reports on her
grandson’s everyday activities.

Adèle initially thought this was because Cesare’s hold on the family’s
power was still tenuous.

But that was entirely false. Cesare had complete control over the mansion.

“…”

Thinking about Cesare made her briefly recall the incident in the bedroom,
which annoyed her.

He had seduced her, gotten excited, then coldly changed his attitude and
smirked. The crazy rake.

And he was annoyingly handsome. When he approached with his crescent

moon-shaped eyes, her mind had momentarily gone blank. It was the first
time she had seen his tear mole so close.
‘Still, he’s just a perverted, womanizing scoundrel.’

He got excited when she said she disliked him. Why?

She understood why, but it made her angry that he thought she would fall
for it.

“Hoo.”

“Do you know about the Chairwoman?”

Epony’s question cut through her thoughts.

Adèle looked at Epony through the mirror with a neutral expression.

“I know what’s publicly known.”

“I advise you not to show too much emotion. Also, do not lie. If you find it
difficult, just remain silent.”

“Okay.”

“The Chairwoman is likely aware of the ‘prank.’ She probably knows why
the Lord brought you here.”

“Okay. Just help me dress. I shouldn’t keep her waiting too long.”

“Yes.”

Adèle looked at herself in the mirror. It was time to meet the grandmother
of that crazy Cesare.

***

In front of the ‘Star Room.’

Epony and Aegir stayed outside the door.

Adèle took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob.

The heavy door opened smoothly without even a sound of brushing against
the carpet. The full view of the ‘Star Room’ was revealed before her eyes.

The ‘Star Room’ was one of the most exquisitely beautiful rooms in the
Bonaparte mansion. When Adèle had first learned the layout of the inner
palace and visited the ‘Star Room,’ she had unknowingly let out a gasp of
admiration.

The room was made entirely of black marble. Blue lapis lazuli stars,
symbolizing Bonaparte, were carved between the marble.

Around the stars were small, milky, polished stones embedded like a milky
way, exuding a dignified elegance.

The room was unusually dark for the always temperate Santnar, but when
sunlight streamed in, the tiny gems embedded in the walls reflected the
light, making the entire room shimmer brilliantly.

Eva Bonaparte was brewing tea in the center of the room.

Clink.

Her short, neatly cut white hair fell just above her ears.

In her youth, it was likely the same bronze color as Cesare’s. Her sharp
nose and profile resembled Cesare.

She was wearing a simple indoor outfit, white with a green arabesque
pattern. It gave a modest impression, but Adèle did not let her guard down.

‘Letting your guard down means death in Kimora.’

Adèle slowly stepped forward, her shoes sinking into the black carpet
adorned with shamrock patterns.

“Again. Your head is wobbling.”

“Again! Think of yourself as a tree and walk!”

Elegantly. As if lightly treading on water.

The teachings of the now probably deceased Flavia were indeed excellent.
Adèle silently praised her as she came to a stop at a suitable distance.

Clink…

Eva looked up from her tea.

“…”

Her bright golden eyes, reminiscent of Cesare’s, looked at Adèle.

Their eyes met, and after a moment, Adèle gracefully bent her knees.

“May the goddess’s peace be with you.”

“…”

“It is embarrassing to introduce myself so late. I am Adelaide Bonaparte.”

It was customary for the elder to acknowledge first, but Eva’s case was
slightly different. This was something Epony had informed her of
beforehand.

Eva continued to scrutinize Adèle with her clear, water-like gaze, typical of
the elderly, even after Adèle finished her greeting.

Then, slowly, Eva reached out.

She picked up a notepad and pen from the table.

Scratch. Scratch.

The sound of the pen scratching paper echoed in the room.

After a moment, Eva turned the notepad around to show Adèle.

[May the goddess’s peace be with you. I am Eva.]

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Chapter 33

Adèle knelt once more.

The woman, unable to speak due to a physical condition, but so

exceptionally capable that all the Priori had unanimously chosen her as their
chairwoman.

This was Adèle’s first meeting with Eva Bonaparte.

***

Adèle sat upright, silently savoring the aroma of the tea.

Though the room was warm with sunlight streaming through the windows,
it felt like standing on a lake covered in a thin layer of ice.

[How do you find the tea?]

“The aroma is delightful. What kind of tea is it?”

[It is root tea from Geoulan Mountain.]

“The renowned tea supplied to the White Jade Palace of Sorek. It is an

honor to taste such fine tea leaves. Thank you.”

[Do you like tea?]

“I haven’t had the opportunity to learn properly, so it’s hard to say.”

There was merely a book called ‘The History of Tea’ among the many she
had read in the library.

Adèle thought she had given a reasonably good answer, but Eva paused her
pen and looked at Adèle with clear eyes.

This happened several times during their conversation.

‘…This is nerve-wracking.’

Eva could not speak. Naturally, Adèle had to fill the silence.

It would have been better if Eva simply said what she wanted to say.
Instead, Eva kept asking questions.

As a result, Adèle had to dodge seemingly tricky answers and ponder

whether the question itself was a trap, to the point her head felt like it would
burst.

Eva quietly watched Adèle and then elegantly wrote something on her
notepad.

[You are a beautiful child.]

“You’re too kind.”

[Cesare must be very fond of you.]

It felt uncomfortable.

To be honest, Adèle didn’t care much for respecting elders. That was just
the atmosphere of Santnar, and she was originally from Kimora.

A place where everyone, regardless of age, desperately struggled to survive.

Respecting or disregarding someone just because of their age was

unthinkable for Adèle, who was from Kimora.

‘Of course, it’s different if the elder is Eva Bonaparte, the chairwoman…’
[Is there anything inconvenient about your stay?]

Adèle slightly shook her head at the sentence written in elegant

handwriting.

“My brother has been taking good care of me, so I’m fine.”

Again, Eva gazed at Adèle intently.

[He is taking good care of you? How so?]

Well, he gets excited when I say no?

Adèle barely suppressed the rising annoyance and anger.

As a result, she found herself with nothing to say.

“…”

“…”

It was only a few seconds of silence. But since she had been answering
questions smoothly until now, the silence felt pronounced.

Eva quietly watched Adèle with her glassy eyes, then scribbled something
in her notebook.

[You are to marry into the Della Valle family, correct?]

“…Yes, that’s the plan.”

Eva hesitated for a moment after hearing Adèle’s answer. Then, with a
touch of hesitation, she wrote again.

[You aren’t in love with Cesare, are you?]

“…”

This time, Adèle was silent because she had too much to say.
She could tell what misconceptions and misunderstandings were swirling
around in the wise old woman’s mind.

“…Absolutely not. Never.”

[Child, you can speak freely. I am on your side.]

“Absolutely not. Absolutely not. That will never happen. I have never dared
to harbor such thoughts.”

[I don’t care about your background.]

Please…

Adèle felt an urge to close her eyes tightly and reiterated.

“Please, Chairwoman, do not test me. I did not approach my ‘brother’ with
impure intentions.”

For the first time, disappointment appeared on Eva’s face. She then flipped
through several pages of her notebook, repeatedly asking Adèle the same
question until Adèle’s face turned pale. Finally, Eva stopped.

[Sorry. I thought it was a cover.]

“…It’s not.”

[If you were truly in love with him, I was planning to put you in another
family. It’s not good for appearances to be in the same family.]

Eva explained in an extremely concise tone, suitable for written dialogue.

Even as she explained, she glanced at Adèle as if hoping she would quickly
admit to being in love.

Somehow, Adèle understood why Cesare had been reluctant to let her meet
Eva.
[So you are not in love with him and are going to Della Valle in his
place?]

The question was too specific for her to evade.

Adèle finally answered.

“…It is what I must do as a member of the Bonaparte family.”

Eva smiled for the first time, a smile tinged with sadness and pity. After
some hesitation, she picked up her pen.

[If you need help, come to me.]

“Pardon?”

[The Bonaparte family belongs to him now. But I still have some power.]

Adèle’s fists clenched at the subtle hint.

A test?

Eva seemed to notice Adèle’s tension and quickly continued writing.

[You don’t have to go that far. If you want, I will acknowledge you as a
member of Bonaparte. I can give you more than what he does.]

“…”

For a moment, Adèle’s usually expressionless face faltered.

From what she heard, Eva clearly knew that Cesare had picked Adèle up off
the streets.

Yet, she was offering to accept her as a member of the Bonaparte family?

‘…Ah.’

Adèle suddenly realized something.

The clear, gentle face of the old woman had almost made her forget, but this
was the former head of the Bonaparte family. She would never make such a
significant decision out of mere sympathy.

Adèle’s neutral expression returned. She had almost mistaken it for mercy.

“You wish for Cesare to marry Lady Lucrezia. My presence would prevent
that agreement from happening.”

Eva’s golden eyes widened slightly. It seemed she had hit the mark.

“…”

After a moment of hesitation, Eva began to write.

[I want him to be loved. Lady Lucrezia can make that happen.]

“Everyone in society loves him. So do fate and the gods.”

Eva made a very sad expression at those words, one Adèle had never seen
before.

[Of course, he has everything. But do you think that is true happiness?]

“…”

[I want him to be happy. He has not been very happy in his life.]

Adèle remained silent.

Eva continued to write, seemingly not noticing anything unusual about

Adèle’s silence.

[Do you know about my husband?]

“I heard you were widowed.”

[My husband and I were close until he passed. Rowan and Catarina were
the same. They suited each other well.]
“I see.”

[Cesare grew up seeing that. So he…]

“Our dear Eva is quite curious, isn’t she?”

At that moment, a hand reached out and snatched Eva’s notebook away.

It was Cesare. He leisurely looked through the contents with a dimpled

smile, then frowned slightly as he smiled.

“Hmm.”

Eva’s face showed a mix of surprise and joy. Cesare soon tossed the
notebook over his broad shoulder.

“It seems our Eva was bored.”

He spoke, kissing Eva’s cheek.

Though it seemed like a tender gesture between a grandmother and

grandson, there was a subtle coldness, especially from Cesare.

Adèle glanced at the notebook on the floor.

“It’s nice to see you again, but I have to take Adèle somewhere.”

Cesare whispered sweetly to Eva before stepping back.

Adèle noticed his rarely seen outfit, covering the bandages on his body. The
clothes, tailored just for him, clung tightly, outlining his physique.

“Let’s go, Adelaide.”

“Yes.”

Adèle, not wanting to stay in this place any longer, quickly stood up.
Eva watched them with clear eyes, alternating her gaze between Adèle and
Cesare.

She seemed to want to say something, but with Cesare having thrown away
her notebook and pen, she couldn’t express herself.

“Eva, until next time, stay healthy.”

Cesare said with a charming smile.

“…”

Eva opened her mouth as if to speak, then nodded. Confirming this, Cesare
offered his arm to Adèle.

“Shall we go?”

“I should say goodbye to the Chairwoman…”

“It’s fine. I’m taking you away.”

What a rebellious child.

But Adèle, too, was eager to leave. She gave Eva a nod before linking arms
with Cesare.

The clear-eyed old woman silently watched the two of them leave.
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Chapter 34

As they left the ‘Room of Stars,’ Gigi was waiting outside with Epony and
Aegir. Just as Adèle was about to exchange glances with him, Cesare asked.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Pardon?”

“You look like you’ve heard something unpleasant.”

“…”

Adèle was slightly taken aback by Cesare’s remark as he lightly tapped her
cheek.

How did he know? Even her friend Clarice used to whine that she couldn’t
read her expression when she was emotionless.

Cesare seemed to have a rough idea and said, “Our Lady Eva must be
overly fond of her grandson.”

He took out a cigar from his pocket. Gigi quickly lit the cigar with a small,
square lighter.

The scent of almonds and chocolate filled the air. Even to Adèle, who didn’t
smoke cigars, the fragrance felt sweet.

Perhaps it was to meet women who didn’t dislike the smell of cigars.

“What did she propose?”

“I declined.”

His golden eyes curved alluringly through the smoke.

“Good job.”

He started walking. Adèle, still in escort position, thought he was leaving

and tried to pull her arm away.

At that moment, Cesare grabbed Adèle’s hand.

“Why?”

With a mischievous yet oddly mature smile, perhaps due to the cigar in his
mouth, Cesare rewrapped Adèle’s arm around his.

He patted the back of her hand gently like comforting a child.

“Don’t you like being escorted by a prodigal son?”

“Don’t you have some business to attend to?”

“You avoid answering skillfully.”

“I don’t dislike it.”

Cesare chuckled softly.

“I said I have a place to go.”

Ah, it seems it wasn’t an excuse.

‘There’s still over two months until the social debut, so it can’t be to meet
nobles…’

Adèle thought blankly, hoping he’d return before dinner.

Cesare noticed Adèle’s expression and raised an eyebrow with a deep smile.
“Aren’t you curious where we’re going?”

“I trust you’ll take me to a good place.”

“You’re not interested and don’t ask.”

“I fear I might offend you with an improper question.”

“Interested?”

“…”

Adèle felt suddenly exhausted.

Why has this crazy guy been acting like this since that day?

‘I am his sister. His sister…’

After self-hypnotizing herself, Adèle sighed lightly and spoke.

“A lot.”

Cesare laughed strangely.

“It must be hard to live.”

“…”

What an obnoxious jerk…

It seemed he derived great pleasure from tormenting a woman who didn’t

like him but had to pretend to.

“Enough. We need to go. Ernst has prepared the carriage.”

Cesare tossed the barely smoked cigar to Gigi and quickened his pace.
Adèle heard Gigi gasp in surprise.

“Yes.”
“…Now, shouldn’t you ask where we’re going?”

“Where are we going?”

Cesare, feigning a hurt expression, soon smiled warmly with his golden
velvet-like eyes.

“A place where ladies most want to go with me.”

***

Capital city Fornatie of Santnar.

The most splendid and cash-heavy Bella Stella Street.

It is home to all high-end shops.

Jewelry stores, boutiques, screw and fur specialty shops, handmade lace
shops, and galleries selling expensive art and crafts.

The street is always crowded. Santnar merchants never visit noble estates
with goods.

Due to the narrow land, it’s hard to widen roads, making it impossible to
use multiple carriages.

Thus, riding a carriage in Fornatie signifies the high prestige of that family.

And now.

Adèle entered Bella Stella Street in a four-horse carriage she had only seen
in newspapers.

‘Never thought I’d ride in this carriage in my life.’

The Bonaparte’s four-horse carriage was famous.

In Fornatie, where carriages were rarely used, there were no carriages as

luxurious and expensive as this one.
The carriage, made with 3-inch beech wood panels filled with a mixture of
resin, sulfur oil, and lime, and finally covered with pine exterior, shone in
dark blue.

The interior was covered with canary yellow brocade embroidered with
gold patterns and filled with swan feather cushions.

The cost of making this amazing carriage alone was 120,000 gold.

Bonaparte took it a step further by having this carriage pulled by four sleek
Destrier black horses, each costing about 90,000 gold.

Suddenly, Adèle found herself riding a transportation worth a total of

480,000 gold, and her heart pounded wildly.

Meanwhile, Cesare leisurely looked out the window, smoking a cigar. Adèle
seemed to be the only one worried about the ash falling on the cushions.

Soon, the glass arcade ceiling of Bella Stella Street came into view, and
Adèle’s heart pounded with a different kind of anticipation.

‘I’ve never been inside before.’

During her shoe-shining days, she could only see the arcade from a
distance, as if by some unspoken rule.

Now, she entered the place on a carriage, quite nonchalantly.

It might sound silly, but it felt like a dream. Like entering a fairy tale’s
fantasy world.

At that moment, Cesare spoke.

“You seem happy, but you’re not smiling.”

“…”

Adèle tried hard not to let the corners of her mouth rise as she looked at
Cesare.
Acting as if she didn’t understand, Cesare chuckled.

“You’re happy right now.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Lying is not good. As a ‘sister,’ that answer fails.”

Cesare murmured leisurely.

Adèle, feeling defeated, tried to look nonchalant as she turned her gaze out
the window.

“I don’t know how you can tell.”

“By looking at your face.”

Most people couldn’t.

“…It’s just because it’s the first time. I’ll get used to it soon.”

Cesare laughed softly at those words.

“Well. What’s wrong with liking it? Everyone liked it.”

For some reason, his words sounded a bit cynical. Adèle didn’t ask further.

The carriage was now approaching the center of the street. Cesare, crossing
his arms, murmured as he looked out the window.

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

“Because there’s nothing to smile about.”

“Smile more. You have such a pretty face.”

“I’ll manage when needed.”

“Is smiling such a serious task?”

Cesare squinted one eye and laughed cheerfully.

Although not a comment for someone of his height and broad shoulders, his
laugh had a youthful charm.

Indeed, with such looks, he had every reason to smile.

A person with inherent masculine charm, smiling so adorably, who

wouldn’t fall for him?

But that’s because he’s a nobleman and a man.

“Being serious was better for survival.”

“It’s different now.”

“…I’ll try.”

Just then, the carriage stopped. Without a coachman, Cesare reached for the
door.

At that moment, Adèle instinctively grabbed Cesare’s hand.

“Hey.”

Cesare widened his eyes in surprise and slowly looked at Adèle.

“…”

Their eyes met. Beyond his smiling face, she saw probing and wariness.

Adèle quickly let go of his hand.

“It’s just… I wondered if your back was okay.”

“…”

“The doctor said going out wasn’t good…”

Her voice trailed off.

‘I shouldn’t have asked.’

She regretted it. It was because of her that he got hurt, so she couldn’t
ignore it, but asking now seemed so easily misunderstood.

This man seemed to be looking for a woman who didn’t like him.

Cesare looked at Adèle with a peculiar expression, and Adèle muttered

quickly.

“It absolutely wasn’t meant ‘that’ way…”

Cesare, after a long pause, finally spoke.

“…Well. Lady Eva’s notebook seemed to show a strong denial. It’s kind
of…”

He stopped mid-sentence and muttered as if it was amusing.

“Seems like a real blow to pride.”

Before Adèle could respond, the door burst open. Cesare jumped out of the
carriage and extended his hand towards Adèle.

“Let’s go, Adelaide.”

***

Lisa Zanotti nervously watched the shop entrance. The other clerks were the
same.

It would be the same state in other shops on Bella Stella.

“Blue Star has risen!”

As soon as the ‘Bonaparte’s four-horse carriage’ entered Bella Stella Street,

the street boy started shouting.
Upon hearing the shout, the shops hurriedly organized their shelves and
even sent out dusting customers, preparing nervously.
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Chapter 35

The ‘Bonaparte’s Four-Horse Carriage’ was no ordinary carriage.

Whenever this four-horse carriage appeared on Bella Stella Street, all the
shops’ daily sales records would be broken.

In other words, the blue carriage was a signal.

‘I intend to spend a lot of money today, so take good care of me.’

“Um… Do you think Cesare will come to our shop?”

Amelie, a new employee, asked quietly beside the nervous Lisa.

“Of course. This is a jewelry store operated by the Stellone Trading

Company.”

Lisa answered firmly. ‘Bottega Di Vecchio,’ the shop she managed, was
owned by the Stellone Trading Company, operated by the Bonaparte family.

Naturally, whenever Cesare visited Bella Stella Street, he always stopped

by here first.

“I never thought I would see the famous blue four-horse carriage in real
life…”

“Me neither. But don’t show it. Got it?”

“Yes.”
Amelie nodded and spoke again.

“Does Cesare have a new lady he’s seeing? I haven’t seen anything in the
papers…”

“That’s true. It’s been quiet lately, hasn’t it?”

“The most recent one was Miss Eolie, right?”

“No, it was Miss Gioia, wasn’t it?”

Another employee interjected from the side.

“It wasn’t Miss Gioia. Cesare got slapped by her in front of the opera
house.”

“Oh, right… Then it must be Miss Eolie.”

“As far as I remember, it was Miss Maeve. There was an article about them
walking together in San Claudio Garden.”

“That’s it!”

“That’s it!”

“Then it must be Miss Maeve today? Wow, no one has ever ridden in that
carriage.”

At that moment, a shadow fell over the shop’s glass door. It was the blue
four-horse carriage drawn by four black horses.

“Everyone to your positions!”

As soon as Lisa whispered sharply, the employees quickly straightened up

and closed their mouths.

‘Is it Miss Maeve? Or has it changed again? Whoever it is, coming in the
four-horse carriage means they will be seeing each other for a while.’
Lisa smiled and looked at the glass door.

Cesare entered the shop, escorting a woman.

‘Huh?’

Lisa was taken aback.

She was at a loss for words.

Sworn, she had never seen a woman whose beauty didn’t pale next to
Cesare’s.

Wavy green hair like waves, a slender, long neck like a deer’s, a slender
face with a slight glow, and sweet, arrogant amber eyes.

She wore a blue Panama cloth dress that reached her ankles and silk shoes
adorned with yellow mabe pearls.

It was undoubtedly a dignified outfit. Yet, somehow, she had an air that
stimulated people’s imaginations, in a peculiar way.

Lisa immediately realized that this woman was the type to drive men crazy.

‘Who on earth is she?’

The surroundings were quiet, seemingly astonished by the woman’s beauty.

Realizing the shop had become too quiet, Lisa greeted them brightly.

“Welcome to ‘Bottega Di Vecchio!’”

Cesare approached Lisa with the unfamiliar lady. The always handsome
man smiled broadly, showing off his sharp features.

“Goddess’s blessing. How have you been, Lisa?”

“Goddess’s blessing. It’s been a while, Cesare.”

Cesare responded with a light smile instead of words.

‘Ugh.’

The tips of Lisa’s ears turned slightly red.

Cesare never used cheap lines like ‘You’ve gotten prettier’ or ‘Have you
changed your hairstyle?’ making him a true player.

“This is my sister, Adelaide Bonaparte.”

The man who captivated people in an instant introduced the woman

standing beside him smoothly.

‘Sister?’

Knowing Cesare had no sister, Lisa’s eyes widened.

The woman finally spoke.

“Goddess’s blessing. I’m Adelaide Bonaparte.”

Her voice was as outstanding as her beauty.

Lisa immediately smiled warmly at her.

“Goddess’s blessing. Nice to meet you, Miss Adelaide. I’m Lisa Zanotti, the
manager of ‘Bottega Di Vecchio.’”

“Nice to meet you.”

Adelaide nodded slightly.

Her face didn’t exactly resemble Cesare’s, but they had a similar aura,
especially in their reserved demeanor.

‘Whether she’s really his sister or he’s disguising a lover as his sister, she
must be a noble.’
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain her graceful demeanor. Even her
gaze carried the polite coldness typical of the high society.

“In the future, she’ll come even without me, so take good care of her.”

“Of course. She is a precious guest!”

“Take your time looking around, Adelaide.”

At Cesare’s words, Adelaide gently lowered her gaze and looked inside the
glass display case.

Despite the intense brilliance of the highest-quality jewels lined up, she
didn’t seem particularly impressed.

“Everything is so beautiful, it’s hard to choose.”

Even her voice sounded calm, as if she were accustomed to seeing such
things.

‘If she is really the daughter of Lord Rowan and Lady Catarina, that makes
sense.’

Somehow, Lisa began to trust the claim that she was Cesare’s sister a bit
more.

“Hmm.”

Cesare smiled with an affectionate look.

“You should have the basics. Lisa?”

“Yes, Cesare.”

She had been waiting for this.

“Please wait a moment. We have just received some very artistic pieces
from the Firino workshop! They are so special that we haven’t displayed
them outside.”
Lisa quickly clapped her hands twice, and the employees promptly moved
inside.

Even though Fornatie was accustomed to customers coming to the shop to

purchase goods, the most precious items were always kept separately.

After a while, the employees returned, each carrying a jewelry box, and laid
them out in front of Cesare and Adelaide.

“These are the most precious items currently available at ‘Bottega Di

Vecchio.’ You won’t find anything like them anywhere in Fornatie.”

Lisa began opening the blue velvet-covered boxes one by one.

Click.

“A 15ct diamond ring. Colorless, flawless, and of the highest grade in

craftsmanship.”

Click.

“A 9ct cushion-cut ruby pendant from Mogok. It has a vivid pigeon blood
color and exceptional clarity.”

Click.

“A 10ct old mine no-oil emerald ring. It’s of top quality among beryl stones
with a beautiful velvet texture.”

Click.

“A 12ct royal blue sapphire clasp from Kashmir. It has an old-world charm
with rose cut down and is adorned with nine colored gemstones.”

Lisa observed Adelaide’s reaction as she opened the boxes.

These were ‘Bottega Di Vecchio’s’ trump cards, priced beyond the reach of
average families.
‘How about that!’

However…

“…”

Adelaide remained expressionless.

She seemed slightly surprised, but it was more like ‘You have some decent
items after all.’

At that moment, Cesare picked up a ring and asked.

“Unprocessed, right?”

“Who would dare present processed stones to you?”

Lisa quickly replied, and Cesare looked at Adelaide.

“It seems my sister isn’t impressed. Well, my mother’s jewelry box had
quite a few like these.”

Cesare voiced what Lisa had only been thinking. Adelaide blinked
awkwardly.

“That’s not it, brother.”

“Let’s just buy all of these.”

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The blessing of gold coins echoed in Lisa’s ears. Items worth 1.5 billion
gold were sold in 30 seconds.

“Show us more.”

“Yes!”

Lisa responded energetically and moved quickly.

Cesare was the head of the Stellone Trading Company. Technically, all the
items in ‘Bottega Di Vecchio’ belonged to him.

But whenever he came with a lady, he always paid as ‘Cesare Bonaparte’

personally.

In other words…

‘It’s a festival! Bonus time!’

Lisa placed the valuable jewels on the shelf with a big smile.

That didn’t mean she was desperate to sell everything. Lisa still closely
observed Adelaide.

‘A neat, androgynous face. Without distinct features, larger stones would

suit her. Bright or dull colors wouldn’t work, high saturation or strong hues
would be better.’

The selected jewels began to be placed on the shelf.

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Chapter 36

Cesare’s favorite cornflower blue sapphire brooch, a classical Asher cut

rubellite ring surrounded by pearls, and a butterfly-shaped relic brooch
painted in various enamel colors.

“How about this bi-color tourmaline this time?”

“I also recommend this color-change garnet!”

Eventually, even other clerks were excitedly busy recommending various

items.

It was only natural because Adelaide was such a perfect model.

Being a beauty without distinct features means she was sculpturally perfect,
leaving nothing to be criticized.

Moreover, doesn’t Adelaide exude an overwhelming atmosphere? Even

when she remained expressionless, she radiated a dangerous charm.

Adelaide did not show particular enthusiasm for this jewelry play, but she
did not seem bothered either.

She wore the necklaces Lisa handed her and turned to Cesare. Cesare, with
his arms crossed and head tilted slightly, merely smiled.

Then Adelaide would take off what she was wearing and place it to the left
or right side.

‘…It’s the same smile, so how does she differentiate?’

Cesare, being a gentleman, never said that rubies did not suit a lady.

It was up to Adelaide to make that distinction.

‘Is it because they are related by blood?’

Thus, numerous boxes were stacked, and it came to the last jewelry box. It
was something Lisa had prepared.

“It’s not as valuable as the other jewels…”

Lisa began as she opened the box.

A pair of teardrop-shaped pearl earrings was revealed. Each side was 17

carats, and considering they were natural pearls, the symmetry was
astonishing.

“I thought pearls would suit you, Lady Adelaide.”

For the first time, Cesare, who had been standing back, stepped forward.

“Nice.”

He picked up one of the pearl earrings and turned to Adelaide.

“Adelaide.”

It was clear he intended to put it on her. Adelaide’s golden eyes widened.

She hesitated before speaking.

“…I haven’t pierced my ears yet.”

“Oh my.”

Lisa widened her eyes in surprise.

“I made a mistake. I apologize. I didn’t think of it because most ladies have

their ears pierced from a young age.”
“Hm. It seems your mother raised her daughter more conservatively than
you.”

Cesare made a joke that no one could laugh at, bringing the earrings closer
to Adelaide.

Adelaide obediently gathered her hair to one side, exposing her right ear.

Her thin neck, previously hidden by her wavy dark green hair, was now
vulnerably revealed.

“…”

It might sound strange, but the moment Lisa saw that, her mouth went dry.

Adelaide, waiting quietly for the touch, looked somewhat, no, quite
provocative.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one who thought so. Cesare noticeably
paused for a moment.

However, he did not show any hesitation and brought the 17-carat milky
pearl earring to Adelaide’s earlobe.

“…”

The white pearl draped on Adelaide’s neckline. Adelaide stood still like a
marble statue with her eyes downcast.

Lisa swallowed again.

‘This person is quite dangerous.’

How should she put it?

It seemed like she didn’t realize she was arousing others’ desires.

Like a mermaid who didn’t know her nakedness was shameful.

And it’s always the sailors who long for the perpetually naked mermaid.

Feeling like one of those sailors, Lisa blushed while Cesare, in the
meantime, put down the earring.

“…Lisa’s taste is decent. This is the best, but I don’t want my sister to
bleed. I’ll buy this separately.”

“Yes. I will handle it that way.”

“But it seems what’s here doesn’t appeal to my sister?”

What? That can’t be.

At Cesare’s sudden remark, Lisa almost dropped the jewelry box.

If they couldn’t set a daily sales record even after welcoming such a
carriage, Bella Stella would become a laughingstock.

“It’s not that…”

“If it’s not good, we can go elsewhere, Adelaide.”

Adelaide opened her mouth after a graceful hesitation.

“…There is something I want.”

Adelaide’s gaze turned to Cesare. Her previously cold eyes instantly turned
sweet as honey.

To be honest, for a moment, Lisa wondered, ‘Is she confessing to her own
brother?’

If not, why was she looking at him with such excited eyes!

While Lisa was internally exclaiming, Adelaide spoke.

“That brooch.”
“…This?”

Cesare was a beat late in removing the brooch from his coat and placing it
on the shelf.

“Yes.”

Adelaide’s expression softened.

It was an item sold by ‘Bottega di Vesio.’ A custom-made brooch with a

bright yellow Asher cut sapphire.

Its simple design ended with a bezel setting without any secondary stones.

Because Cesare’s appearance was so splendid, such a neat accessory suited

him better.

“If you’re buying me jewelry, I’d like it in this color.”

At Adelaide’s words, Cesare smiled his characteristic crooked smile.

“It’s too common.”

“Is it? But…”

Adelaide reached out and lifted the brooch. She placed it on her left chest,
where her heart was.

At that moment, an astonishingly lovely and delicate smile appeared on her

face. Her eyes crinkled like fish fins, and her golden eyes became sweet
beyond imagination.

“It’s the color of your eyes, Brother.”

The thick velvet curtain of indifference lifted in an instant. The mature

charm and fresh heat of a lady emerged.

“So I like this.”

Lisa’s breath stopped. Everyone around was the same. Even Cesare.

“…”

“…”

With one smile, the room fell silent.

For the duration of three breaths, no one spoke.

Adelaide, noticing the reactions around her, quickly put the brooch down.

“…Of course, if it doesn’t displease you, Brother.”

Oh no.

Lisa felt sorry inside, but it was too late. The seductive smile that had
bloomed like a fully blossomed flower quickly faded and disappeared.

Only then did a few people around exhale. Lisa also felt exhausted.

‘…The social scene is in trouble.’

The current top beauty of the social scene was undeniably Lucrezia Della
Valle.

She was the epitome of a Bella figura lady. Even without her family name,
her beauty alone would ensure her invitations to all parties.

But once Adelaide debuted, there would be a seismic shift in that solid
position. Lisa sensed this.

Adelaide was dangerous.

While Lucrezia’s charm was like a lone lily admired from afar, Adelaide
was like a mirage island beyond the horizon.

An island with sirens singing and mermaids tailing, somewhere that incited
a desire for conquest.
‘From what I’ve heard, it seems she came up to Fornatie after living
separately. Does she even look like a sister?’

Lisa glanced at Cesare unknowingly.

But contrary to her expectations, Cesare looked merely astonished, showing

no signs of spring fever.

‘Strange. I thought he hesitated earlier. Was I wrong?’

Cesare calmly muttered something strange.

“Women are scary.”

“…”

Adelaide blinked, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

Cesare chuckled and flicked the brooch with his fingertip.

“Lisa, find a similar loose stone. Design by Phoebe, crafting by Ava, and
production by the Firino workshop. Price as usual.”

“‘No expense spared,’ right?”

Lisa, who belatedly regained her senses at the mention of the highly
expensive artisans, clarified.

“Of course. It’s for my sister.”

Cesare smirked and looked at the indifferent-faced Adelaide.

“Let’s go to the next store.”

Lisa found it intriguing, hearing a hint of excitement in his voice.

Had Cesare ever enjoyed himself like that when he came with a lady?
Before she could recall, the two from Bonaparte had already left, and Lisa
had no way to find the answer.

***

The blue carriage swept through Bella Stella Street.

Cesare only visited the most expensive and splendid women’s shops on
Bella Stella Street.

Several wagons were called from Bonaparte to load the items he purchased.
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Chapter 37

The list included a silver silk dress, a women’s shawl generously adorned
with Colbert lace costing 8 gold per yard, an evening robe embroidered
with gold thread, and an ink-black brocade dress.

He also didn’t forget to buy a pair of silver shoes made from shark skin,
twenty pairs of women’s shoes covered in velvet and satin, a small evening
handbag made from white sable fur, and a velvet hat with peacock feathers.

Finally, he bought the finest canola oil for hair care, 30 bolts of fabric in
blue, navy, and dark green, 12 pieces of twill rugs, 19 bolts of tulle fabric,
500 ounces each of black lace woven with silk thread and silver-threaded
lace with sequins.

By the time they finished and got back into the carriage, it was well past 7
o’clock. Cesare glanced at Adèle.

It was an exhausting schedule even for an adult man, but his sister showed
no signs of fatigue.

Instead, she looked Cesare straight in the eye and asked.

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Not really.”

Cesare reflexively flashed a mischievous smile.

“You smiled more than I expected. I almost thought you were someone
else.”
This was not a joke. Adèle perfectly played the role of a ‘lady who came up
from the countryside, not yet accustomed to high society, but elegant in her
demeanor as proof of her noble birth.’

Her smile was just as convincing, making Cesare doubt twice, or rather four
times, whether she really was falling for him.

“You’re flattering me.”

The stiff, unsociable woman replied indifferently.

Cesare gazed at Adèle for a moment before speaking.

“Smile again.”

“…”

Adèle made a face as if she were grumbling inside, then pulled the corners
of her mouth up. It was beautiful as if drawn, but anyone could tell it was a
forced smile.

“Hmm. That’s not it.”

“…I guess I’m better in real situations.”

“This isn’t a real situation?”

“You’re not my enemy, brother.”

“What an honor.”

Cesare smiled and crossed his arms.

“Your thoughts on today?”

Expecting an amusing response from his stiff, awkward, and foolish shoe
shiner, Cesare asked.

But Adèle stared at Cesare and said.

“I’m not sure what you mean. However, shouldn’t I be the one hearing the
feedback? It’s my first time coming out. If there were any awkward parts,
please let me know for reference.”

Cesare involuntarily stopped smiling at those words.

She was right. Strictly speaking, the 18 billion gold spent today was not a
gift for Adèle but a business expense.

There was no reason to give her a present and receive an excited kiss like
other ladies.

“…You did well.”

Feeling an oddly calming effect, Cesare said. Adèle’s face brightened.

“That’s a relief. I’ll try not to make any mistakes.”

“…”

Cesare added a frown to his smile without saying a word.

Although today’s extravagance was for the promotion of his ‘sister,’ Adèle’s
reaction was too bland.

No matter what, wouldn’t anyone be a little happy to buy things they would
use like this?

‘She seemed to enjoy it at first. At Bottega di Vesio…’

Cesare recalled. He remembered when Adèle had subtly calmed down at

some point.

Calmed down?

No. It was closer to a slight sadness.

Why?
Cesare, who was staring blankly at Adèle, spoke.

“Do you dislike jewels?”

“Is there a woman who dislikes jewels?”

“Then?”

“…I don’t understand the point of the question.”

Adèle replied with a serious face. Cesare was curious and decided to be
honest.

“You didn’t seem very happy.”

Having an employee with no curiosity is a good thing. In this situation, she

didn’t ask, ‘Why is that important?’

Adèle replied indifferently as if that’s what she meant.

“I won’t take it with me when I leave anyway.”

“But for now, it’s yours.”

“Yes. Thank you for the loan.”

“…”

Cesare sighed softly at how dry she was.

He didn’t expect her to change her attitude and fawn over him for a few
sparkling stones.

But there was no reason to be sad over pearls, silk, duvetine dresses, and
velvet hats.

Just as he thought that.

“…Ah.”
Adèle, who had been staring out the window the whole time, let out a short
sigh. Her honey-colored eyes slightly widened as if she had discovered
something.

Cesare, seeing the warmth in her eyes, immediately knocked on the wall of
the carriage.

The carriage stopped. They were at the end of Bella Stella Street, passing
by a few shabby shops claiming to sell luxury goods.

“Why?”

Cesare asked Adèle, who looked surprised as if she didn’t expect the
carriage to stop.

“Just, I saw a shop…”

Adèle hesitated and answered.

“A shop?”

Were there any decent shops around here? Cesare frowned and was about to
smile when Adèle spoke.

“…Yes. ‘Secretum.’ I’ve seen it from afar before.”

Expecting a better answer, Cesare’s smile lengthened.

“Adèle, it’s a cheap shop.”

For a brief moment, Adèle seemed to hesitate. It must have been an illusion.
Her eyes were calmly looking at him. Nothing had changed.

Cesare thought she didn’t realize what kind of gifts she had received today.

“The Flanders lace you bought today is three times more expensive than the
most expensive item in that shop.”

“…I see.”
Adèle replied in a low voice, her face occasionally showing an inscrutable
expression.

“Thank you.”

It didn’t seem very grateful.

Cesare, losing interest, knocked on the carriage wall in silence.

The carriage started again. They had reached the end of Bella Stella Street.

***

The day after returning from Bella Stella Street, Epony looked more excited
than usual.

“Miss, how about musk for today’s bath? There was some high-quality
musk among the items bought yesterday.”

Was there? Adèle, who had slept in late from fatigue, nodded blankly.

“Do as you like, Epony.”

“Yes. After your bath, please just wear a gown. I’ll proceed with a massage
with the maids. The finest evening primrose oil has arrived.”

Her quick steps showed she was more excited than usual.

“He really spent a lot, even though he’s just a young master. Fortunately for
me, though. It was a bit difficult helping you dress up with only the things
Madam Catarina left behind.”

She also started talking about things that weren’t asked.

“I see…”

Adèle responded appropriately and headed to the bathroom. She took off
the thin negligee covering her body and immersed her legs first in the warm
water. The steam filled with the scent of musk slowly filled the bathroom.
In fact, she couldn’t quite remember what she bought on Bella Stella Street
yesterday. It didn’t seem very important either.

Adèle’s role was to be a mannequin. The name tag was ‘sister.’

Towards the end, she decided what to buy based solely on Cesare’s
expression. Most of the items she didn’t need to wear were also chosen by
him.

He was really generous. Truly.

She remembered him smiling warmly at her while spending hundreds,

thousands, tens of thousands of gold without hesitation. His face showed
that the money was not wasted at all.

She felt a distance. It made her realize that he was at the pinnacle of this
splendid high society.

“…”

Adèle lifted her hand submerged in the water and examined it. Epony’s
consistent application of medicine and whitening lotion had faded many
scars.

Still, Cesare’s hands were prettier. Adèle plunged her head into the water.
Bubbles rose. Her thoughts boiled and evaporated with the steam.

She exposed her entire body to the maids, who inspected all her wounds,
received a massage with evening primrose oil, and sat in the toilet room
with her heated body.

Epony brought out a new dress bought yesterday. It was a pure white dress
tailored to the taste of Fornatie, who favored bright colors.

“It’s fashionable these days to cinch under the bust or at the low waist, but
it doesn’t suit you very well. You have a fuller chest… A dress that shows
your body line suits you better.”

“Do you think Sir Ezra will like it?”

Adèle asked indifferently, raising her arms. Epony cleared her throat
quietly.

“No gentleman would dislike it.”

“That’s good.”
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Chapter 38

“And as you may already know, this outing was meant to subtly introduce
you to society.”

“Yes.”

Epony cleared her throat again.

“However, it is customary for women to visit dress shops with other

women.”

“Why?”

“Because your companion needs to see how the clothes look on you. A
gentleman does not scrutinize a lady’s body.”

“But my brother did.”

Epony made a face that was neither laughing nor crying. Adèle gestured
with her eyes that she had misspoken.

“Sorry.”

“No, there’s no need to apologize…”

Just then, Adèle finished dressing. Epony’s gaze lingered on the dress.

It was a deeply low-cut dress with a slender waist, a dress hard to choose
without considering one’s figure.
“…The young master… is quite observant.”

“…”

She’s trying hard. Adèle let out a faint, airy laugh.

“What should I do today?”

She asked, trying to change the subject, but Epony’s expression became
even more complex.

“…Today, you have dance lessons. You will be having dance lessons for the
time being.”

“Has a new teacher arrived?”

It was sooner than expected. She thought it would take longer.

“Not exactly…”

Epony’s face became somewhat complex and ambiguous as she trailed off.
Today, Epony’s reactions were quite intense.

“…You’ll understand when you get there.”

Adèle nodded, slightly puzzled. To her, Epony was still a superior. She left
Epony, who stayed behind for the finishing touches, and put on her indoor
velvet shoes to head to the drawing room.

Aegir was already in the drawing room, wearing a black cloak and a black
cocked hat. His copper-colored hair and calm blue eyes.

Adèle spoke kindly to her bracciere.

“Goddess’s peace. Sir Aegir, did you have pleasant dreams last night?”

“Goddess’s peace. Thanks to you, I had a peaceful night.”

Aegir said the cheesy words indifferently. It was clearly just a job for him.
Despite his handsome face, he was an unobtrusive man. That’s why Adèle
didn’t feel much burden from him.

Epony seemed somewhat concerned about Aegir. She often cast affectionate
glances his way.

On the contrary, Aegir didn’t seem to have any interest in Epony. A

complicated family dynamic was evident. Adèle politely disregarded it and
sat down on the sofa.

‘From Madam Flavia, I only learned theory and the box step.’

It seemed they were moving on to the next level.

Cesare’s birthday was a little over two months away. There was still a lot to
learn. She felt anxious.

Fortunately, she didn’t dislike studying. She even found dancing enjoyable.
She felt a little thrilled when she moved gracefully like a princess.

Learning to dance in a flowing dress was indeed luxurious.

Just then, Epony came into the drawing room with several shoe boxes.

It was Aegir who took them.

“I’ll help you try them on.”

Without a word, Epony handed the boxes to Aegir. It seemed helping with
such tasks was part of a bracciere’s role.

Aegir laid out the boxes on a low table and opened the lids. Several pairs of
shoes appeared.

Adèle looked at Epony, who simply gestured with her eyes.

It was time for her to choose for herself.

“I’ll wear these.”

Adèle chose a pair of canary yellow lambskin shoes. They were cute shoes
with long ribbons to tie around the ankles. Fortunately, Epony seemed
satisfied.

“Your foot.”

Aegir knelt before Adèle with one shoe in hand.

Adèle slightly lifted one foot, clad in shiny silk stockings.

Aegir’s calloused hand brushed against the sole of her foot and grasped her
heel. The unfamiliar sensation sent a slight shiver down her spine.

Aegir, unaware of Adèle’s reaction, quietly put on the shoe.

The canary yellow shoes had a soft sole and low heels. They were very
different from the shoes Madam Flavia had given her.

Adèle secretly smiled slightly.

“…”

Then, she suddenly met Aegir’s eyes as he sat at her feet. His hands, which
were tying the ribbons around her ankle, had stopped.

Adèle’s face stiffened with embarrassment.

“Is there a problem?”

“…No.”

The blue-eyed bracciere began tying the ribbons again. Adèle, maintaining
a neutral expression with difficulty, bit her lips slightly.

She didn’t want to show her excitement over ribboned shoes to anyone.

Aegir, having tied the ribbons neatly, stepped back.

“Let’s go. They’re waiting.”

Adèle ended the conversation by standing up.

Aegir stood to her left.

“Allow me to escort you.”

“Please do.”

Adèle lifted her hand like she was about to dance, and Aegir wrapped his
arm around it, placing it on his solid arm.

Epony walked ahead.

“Today’s lesson will be in the ‘Hall of Aria.’ Since it’s in the outer palace,
I’ll guide you as it’s still unfamiliar to you.”

Except for the first day and the time she fell from the rooftop, it was her
first time going to the outer palace. That space, which resembled a grand
museum.

Adèle walked, hoping she wouldn’t look like an earthenware pot among
porcelain.

As they passed through the colonnade lined with milk-colored marble, the
outer palace came into view. From now on, Adèle really had to be Adelaide
Bonaparte. The Bonaparte outer palace was a place frequented by outsiders.

“But my brother opened the ‘Hall of Aria’ instead of the gallery.”

It was best to start the conversation softly and induce a discussion like a
lady.

It seemed to be the right move. Epony, walking ahead, slowed her steps
slightly and responded politely.

“The ballroom floor is important. It must be polished from use, making it

perfect for dancing.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I’ll have to thank my brother.”

“…He would be pleased.”

For some reason, Epony’s response was delayed. Did she say something
wrong? Adèle changed the topic.

“So, who is the lady coming today?”

Epony was silent for a moment. She spoke with some difficulty.

“She’s not a lady.”

“Not a lady?”

“Yes…”

“Shouldn’t I at least know her name?”

Epony sighed deeply.

“You already know.”

Huh? Just as Adèle was about to ask again, Aegir interjected.

“We have arrived at the ‘Hall of Aria,’ my lady.”

Adèle missed the timing to hear Epony’s words. Aegir gently withdrew his
arm and opened the doors to the grand ballroom.

The next moment, Adèle, who had held a slight expectation for the romantic
notion of a ballroom, was left speechless.

“You’re here?”

Cesare was waiting beyond the door, smiling as if he had expected her.

***

Cesare watched with amusement as Adèle’s expressionless face showed a

hint of displeasure.
“Goddess’s peace.”

“…Goddess’s peace.”

Even in her small voice, fatigue was evident. Watching her, Cesare felt
genuinely entertained.

“Is that the dress you bought yesterday?”

He asked softly, and Adèle nodded expressionlessly.

“Yes, it’s the dress you bought for me.”

“It’s beautiful.”

He liked how it accentuated her figure.

His sister’s expression twisted as if she could guess what he was thinking.

“…Thank you.”

Of course, Cesare felt that way. On the surface, it was a perfect

expressionless face.

At Cesare’s signal, Aegir stepped back. Epony also stood against the wall.
They skillfully blended into the background.

In the grand ballroom, 98 yards wide and 16 yards long, only Cesare and
Adèle remained.

“As you may have guessed, I’ll be teaching you dance lessons for the next
few days.”

“I’m concerned about taking up your time, brother.”

“If it’s for you, I’ll make time. You’re my sister.”

“…I don’t know how to thank you.”

Adèle’s finely arched eyebrows twitched slightly, as if she wanted to frown.

Cesare wanted to laugh out loud. How could so many emotions be

expressed on the same expressionless face?

“Come here.”

Cesare smiled and extended his hand, like a gentleman inviting a lady to
dance.

Adèle placed her white hand on his. Her hand was cold.

“You need some nourishment. My sister.”

“I’m fine as I am.”

“I’ve heard you eat well.”

Adèle’s lips twitched slightly. She seemed embarrassed.

Cesare led Adèle to the head of the ballroom. He was genuinely here to
teach her. Tormenting the poor shoe shiner was just a fun bonus.
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Chapter 39

“Even if you don’t like it, bear with it a little. I got scolded by old man
Giotto for going to Bella Stella Street.”

Cesare’s grip tightened slightly on her hand.

“…But can you really afford to be doing dance practice?”

Adèle quietly asked.

Cesare looked down at her face. Amidst her stiff expression, a faint hint of
concern modestly bloomed.

His sister still didn’t know her place. Truly, who does she think she is?

Cesare smiled slightly.

“When you ran at me with scissors.”

Though they had moved quite a distance away, Aegir had good hearing.
Adèle understood the quiet words and responded.

“That was an unavoidable situation.”

“Are you really not interested in me? You seem to care about my injury.”

“Because you got hurt because of me.”

“I also stepped on your foot.”

“…”

He finally brought it up.

That day, like a swan shot by an arrow, Adèle’s foot had trembled as he
ruthlessly stepped on it.

And what did he say? He didn’t quite remember, but it must have been
something pretty harsh.

Adèle looked up at Cesare silently, her bright yellow eyes hard to read.

Generally easy to understand, she occasionally surrounded herself with an

aura of mysterious fog.

Soon, Adèle turned her gaze away.

“Has no one ever told you about the existence of humanity?”

This wasn’t an answer to his question.

“There’s no humanity between men and women. Don’t be naive.”

Cesare graciously accepted her evasion.

At that moment, they reached the end of the ballroom. A phonograph

embedded with magic stones was placed on the table.

When Cesare touched it, a 3/4 waltz began to flow from the lily-shaped
sound tube.

“The head of the ballroom is where the orchestra is. It’s the farthest from
the entrance and the best-ventilated spot.”

As he spoke, Adèle instantly became serious. Her face showed she was
absorbing every word.

“You’re a Bonaparte, so this is your place at every ball. If someone offers

you another seat, smile and leave, then let me know.”
“Yes.”

“Only dance with those I permit.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve learned the box step?”

“Yes.”

Cesare folded his arms and stepped back.

“Show me.”

Without hesitation, Adèle lifted her arms. It was the basic position for a
waltz.

In time with the music, Adèle’s body moved forward, sideways, backward,
and sideways again.

Her upper body was as straight as a mast, and her center of gravity never
wavered. Her long legs, hidden by the dress, moved elegantly without
interruption. The transfer of weight was perfect.

This was quite impressive.

Cesare raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Stop.”

Adèle lowered her arms. Her expression remained calm, not knowing if she
had done well or poorly.

“Have you ever taken dance lessons?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Must be a natural talent.”

Muttering, Cesare approached Adèle and bent slightly to offer his hand.

“Shall we dance?”

Adèle hesitated for a moment but then took his hand.

Cesare briefly kissed the smooth white back of her hand.

“Kisses should be short. Those who linger are rascals, so kick them in the
groin.”

“Yes.”

“We’ll do other dances later. The waltz is the current trend.”

Cesare pulled her hand firmly as he finished speaking. Adèle was drawn in
without resistance, her face tense with nervousness.

Such a pretty face. What a waste.

Cesare laughed softly, sliding his left hand down Adèle’s right arm. He then
lifted her hand and positioned them.

“Grip lightly. Hold broadly. Spin beautifully.”

With his right hand, he skillfully placed it below Adèle’s scapula, above her
undergarments. Adèle inhaled slightly. Not that it would do anything but
make him want to tease her more.

“Hold the position. Let’s try.”

“…”

Though she didn’t respond, her reaction was quick. Adèle immediately
placed her hand on Cesare’s arm.

They met each other’s gaze. Though there was a posture where the lady
leaned back, it had already gone out of fashion in Fornatie.
Currently, Fornatie favored a more sultry and vulgar mood. A trend Cesare
himself had popularized.

“You know this isn’t the end, right?”

Cesare smiled leisurely as he looked down at Adèle.

In the waltz, their bodies had to touch. According to current trends,

everything below the chest and up to the right hip.

Adèle, trying to remain nonchalant but clearly stiff, pressed herself against
him.

Their bodies touched through the layers of cloth and silk.

Cesare frowned, smiling.

“This is a problem.”

“What?”

“I think I might get aroused.”

As Adèle reflexively tried to pull away, Cesare held her tightly.

“I’m joking.”

Adèle gritted her teeth after a long silence.

“…No, you’re not.”

“I am. Maybe we should switch directions.”

“…”

“It’s not my fault you’re pretty.”

Finally, an expression of surprise and anger appeared on Adèle’s beautiful

face. Her expressionless facade was broken, revealing Adèle Bibi.
It was satisfying. Cesare laughed out loud and started to step.

“Do you know the virtue of the waltz?”

Adèle seemed too busy following the steps and maintaining elegant curves
in her first dance with a man to answer.

That too pleased Cesare. He laughed heartily.

“A gentleman should be charming. A lady should be beautiful.”

This was Adèle’s first dance.

***

When she started learning the basics of dance from Madam Flavia, Adèle
looked up several books. Fortunately, Bonaparte’s library, known as a
treasure trove of knowledge, had a vast collection on the subject.

According to the books, the most important thing in dance was the role of
the gentleman.

How strongly he could lead the lady.

How clearly he could guide her.

How stably and splendidly he could capture the ballroom’s attention…

A beautiful dance ultimately depended on how much the two moved as one.

The books also discussed the “ideal physique for dancing.”

A calm and upright posture.

A height that stands out in the ballroom.

An eye-catching long neck and broad shoulders.

Long limbs for large steps and beautiful turns.

When Cesare raised his arm, Adèle realized those descriptions perfectly fit
him.

Once their hands were clasped, it felt like she was under a spell.

“I’ll lead, so just follow wherever I go.”

Cesare’s lead was firm and easy to understand.

It was clear where to go, what move to make, and when to stop. He
communicated everything through his body.

Adèle only needed to follow where their joined hands, his strong legs, and
their aligned torsos indicated.

She stepped into unlearned moves, bent her back where needed, and swayed
gracefully without much effort.

Then he led her around the ballroom like a majestic ship.

“Doing well!”

Cesare laughed cheerfully, showing his dimples.

Adèle almost laughed along. She felt as if her body wasn’t hers. It was
unbelievable how she moved as if swimming on land.

His star-like golden eyes never left her throughout the dance. His gaze was
piercing.

For the first time, Adèle felt afraid of Cesare.

Each time their torsos vibrated together and their thighs brushed, an
unfamiliar heat rose inside her.

She resented the sea.

How could he look at someone with eyes that coveted their everything?
How could he do so and yet not mean it?
She understood why ladies clung to him.

Cesare seemed to guess that, smiling leisurely.

“My sister is too beautiful. The gentlemen in the ballroom won’t be able to
keep their minds straight.”

He even had the leisure to say that.

Adèle could only try not to be overwhelmed by the man in front of her.

Soon, without knowing how, the dance ended.

Adèle realized it through Cesare’s movements. The flowing motion slowed,

they stood still, then gently stepped back.

Throughout, he did not release his intense gaze on her, bowing with a
gentleman’s grace.

“Don’t forget to bow. Here’s a tip, if you want to seduce someone, now’s
the time. One look and it’s over.”

“…Yes.”

Exhausted, Adèle bowed awkwardly.

Cesare chuckled and placed his hand on the phonograph. The music ceased.
The ballroom, once filled with the magic of dance, instantly fell silent.
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Chapter 40

“…”

Adèle kept her mouth shut, trying to steady her rough breathing. She felt a
bit of regret.

She must be red.

She glanced at Cesare, but he looked immaculate. His white shirt was as
pristine as ever, without a drop of sweat.

Noticing her gaze, he gave a playful smirk.

“You shouldn’t set your standards too high after dancing with me. There’s
no man in Fornatie who can dance as well as I do.”

“…Indeed.”

Adèle replied weakly, too exhausted to argue.

Even with just one dance, she knew. Cesare truly was an exceptional
dancer.

And she felt she understood a bit why, despite his debauchery, everyone
desired him.

Cesare’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected compliment, then he

smiled delightedly.
“It would be a disaster if you started throwing tantrums about not wanting
to go to Ezra.”

Adèle, having finally caught her breath, shook her head.

“There’s no chance of that happening, so rest assured.”

“Don’t be so sure. You never know what might happen.”

“No, brother. It will never happen. You can be sure.”

Cesare raised an eyebrow and smiled silently. It was his usual smile, but
somehow it seemed his pride was hurt.

Why?

Shouldn’t he be pleased that the shoe shiner understands her place…?

Adèle also fell silent, and for a moment, the surroundings were quiet. After
a while, Cesare spoke calmly.

“It wasn’t bad just now, so let’s continue.”

“Yes.”

“Let your body follow my lead. I won’t drop you.”

“Yes.”

“And…”

Cesare placed his thumb and forefinger in front of his lips and spread them
apart.

“Smile while you dance.”

He spoke with a smiling face but without a hint of jest. It was a serious
piece of advice. Adèle nodded.
“Then let’s start again with the waltz.”

“Yes.”

When Cesare touched the phonograph, the waltz began to flow out again.

He slowly walked into the ballroom, raising his arms gracefully like a large
bird spreading its wings.

Adèle mirrored his movements like a reflection.

She slid over to Cesare, holding him, as if a leaf being swept by the wind.
The dance began again.

At that moment, the door to the “Hall of Aria” opened.

“Oh my.”

A delicate voice caused Adèle’s body to stiffen. If Cesare hadn’t led her to
the next step immediately, she would have stopped.

“Goddess’s peace, Miss Epony. Sir Aegir, have you been well?”

“Madam, Miss Lucrezia.”

“…”

“Madam suggested we come see the Marquis Cesare and Miss Adelaide.
Isn’t that right?”

The newcomers to the ballroom were Eva Bonaparte and Lucrezia Della
Valle.

Why are they here?

Adèle looked up at Cesare, wondering if this was planned. But Cesare, too,
was gazing sharply at Eva like a raptor.
His smile briefly vanished, leaving his face cold and dry. It seemed this
wasn’t part of his plan either.

Cesare soon looked back at Adèle.

“Forget about them and focus on me.”

“…”

Easier said than done.

Adèle avoided his gaze and looked near his ear, her mouth firmly shut.

Since Eva and Lucrezia appeared, her center had wavered several times.
Unlike the first dance, everything was slightly off. The timing of her steps,
the rhythm of her turns.

She could tell she was clumsy, so what would a natural-born lady like
Lucrezia think?

“You still seem inexperienced. Were there no balls where you were
staying?”

Lucrezia’s gentle voice echoed clearly in her ears.

“Oh dear. Has the Elder Marquis heard nothing about it either? How
strange.”

“But as it is, it might be difficult in high society. What should we do…”

“The Elder Marquis is right. More people gather at Bonaparte’s balls. You’ll
need to withstand the pressure…”

“In truth, it’s not an easy task. Unless you were born with it. I hope Miss
Adelaide doesn’t get too disheartened.”

Every word seemed to suggest that she didn’t belong. Even Cesare’s magic
couldn’t help. Lucrezia, with her kind words, was subtly cutting through
Adèle’s mental defenses.
Adèle finished her second dance far worse than her first. By the end, she
couldn’t even look Cesare in the eye.

Sigh.

A low sigh was heard from above her head. Adèle endured the shame and
bowed in greeting.

“Follow me.”

Cesare said coldly. Like a doll, Adèle silently followed him.

Cesare first kissed Eva on both cheeks.

“Madam Eva. I didn’t expect you to come without notice.”

His flirtatious but slightly chilly demeanor was the same as before.

[You’re busy.]

Eva received his kiss with a delighted face, and Cesare’s gaze turned to
Lucrezia next.

“And Miss Della Valle. How have you been?”

Despite his slightly disdainful look, Lucrezia blushed deeply.

“Ma-Marquis Cesare!”

She stammered, her voice high-pitched.

“Pe-Peaceful! So, please, just call me Lucrezia…”

“We’ll see.”

Cesare cut off Lucrezia’s request and turned affectionately to Eva.

“So what brings our dear Madam Eva here today?”

Eva took out a notebook. The neat cursive writing indicated it was pre-
written.

[I thought of Adelaide. I thought it would be helpful for her to become

acquainted with other young ladies before her debut.]

She moved her pen to the next page, as if she had forgotten something.

[You plan to debut her, right?]

“Of course.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Adèle, as if on cue. Adèle bowed to no one in

particular.

“Goddess’s peace.”

There was no response. Adèle hadn’t expected one.

Everyone here knew by some means that she wasn’t from the high society.
It was more comfortable to be blatantly excluded like this.

After the formal greeting, Eva moved her pen.

[There’s no one to help Adelaide, right? I was thinking about it when

Miss Lucrezia kindly offered to help.]

Cesare frowned deeply, smiling wryly as if it were ridiculous.

[And while looking after Adelaide, it would be nice if you young people
could talk.]

“Madam Eva.”

Cesare paused for a moment before smiling gracefully.

“Your grandson prefers physical communication over words. You should

know that by now.”
Adèle, standing quietly beside him, was slightly impressed.

He says such things even in front of his grandmother.

However, Eva didn’t seem too offended, possibly due to Fornatieé’s lenient
attitude towards physical relationships.

[Then get married or something.]

Cesare didn’t respond. Even without seeing, Adèle could guess his smile
had deepened.

In words, it would be something like, “Our dear Madam Eva is talking

nonsense.”

Eva, seemingly unwilling to continue this conversation in front of outsiders,

changed the subject.

[How about the two of you dance? Miss Lucrezia is an excellent dancer.
Adelaide can learn a lot from watching.]

“You’re too kind, Elder Madam.”

Lucrezia, who could maintain her composure with anyone but Cesare,
smiled shyly.

“But if it can help Miss Adelaide, I’d be happy to…”

“…”

Adèle met Lucrezia’s smiling face. When their eyes met, Lucrezia’s smile
grew brighter.

Adèle suddenly remembered encountering Lucrezia in the Water Garden.

The sensation of being pushed into the void came rushing back.

“…”
Just as Adèle’s breath began to quicken, Cesare reached out and covered her
eyes.

“If Madam Eva asks, I must comply.”

His dismissive gesture easily scattered Lucrezia and Adèle’s gaze.

Cesare offered his hand to Lucrezia.

“Shall we?”

His demeanor was polite and faultless, yet somehow lukewarm. Perhaps it
was because it lacked the usual charm.

“Of course!”

Nevertheless, Lucrezia blushed even more. She gave Adèle a final,

triumphant look before taking Cesare’s hand and walking into the ballroom.

Their hold was small due to Lucrezia’s height.

But Cesare adjusted his stride to match the petite lady, and Lucrezia
showcased her maximum charm while dancing.

They exchanged glances and whispered inaudibly.

Adèle watched silently.

The scene was distant, beautiful, and fantastical, like something out of
reach. There was a radiant world that did not suit her.
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Chapter 41

[Are you really not involved with Cesare?]

Eva asked in penmanship beside her. Adèle smiled a little.

“We are siblings.”

Eva didn’t seem convinced.

[Then why does Cesare care about you?]

Did he care about her? She wasn’t sure. He said he came to watch her dance
while taking a break after being scolded by the doctor. It was probably
because of his plans.

“Because I’m his only sister.”

Eva stared at Adèle for a while before moving her hand.

[If your feelings change, be sure to tell me.]

Feelings.

What feelings?

Adèle wanted to burst out laughing.

Could this clever old woman really think that Adèle liked Cesare?
‘Listen, Madam Chairwoman. Your grandson is keeping me here because I
don’t like him.’

Suppressing the urge to say that, Adèle just smiled.

Perhaps because she heard such an absurd remark, she felt lighter. She
started wondering about the dinner menu. With guests, it would surely be
more splendid.

At that moment, Cesare and Lucrezia’s dance ended. Lucrezia, who had
returned, was on the verge of fainting. Her flushed cheeks and weak body
continued to lean towards Cesare.

Did I look like that too? I must have looked quite ridiculous.

Finding her own thoughts amusing, she couldn’t stop smiling. Eva clapped
her hands beside her.

[Wonderful! You two look so well-matched. When will the wedding be?]

Eva’s words made Lucrezia shyly touch her cheek.

“Oh, Elder Madam, really… But thank you for your kind words.”

Ignoring Cesare’s chuckle beside her, Lucrezia looked at Adèle.

“What did you think, Miss Adelaide?”

Her light purple eyes showed a hint of triumph.

Adèle responded with a bright smile from her heart. Both Lucrezia and
Cesare, as well as Eva, paused.

“You were both truly wonderful. I must work harder. Thank you for the
meaningful experience, Miss Lucrezia.”

Lucrezia’s eyes trembled at the light-hearted congratulations. She glanced

at Cesare and smiled awkwardly.
“…Not at all. You were quite wonderful too, Miss Adelaide.”

“Wonderful?”

Cesare, who had been silent, sneered. When Adèle looked at him, his
golden eyes curved playfully.

“The one who was wonderful was me, and Adelaide was just flailing
around.”

After a moment’s silence, Adèle smiled sweetly.

“That’s right. Unlike me, you were really wonderful, brother. You also
looked great with Miss Lucrezia.”

“…”

Not the response he wanted, Cesare frowned and didn’t reply.

With the atmosphere becoming awkward, Eva intervened.

[Of course, Adelaide did well too. That was quite good. It reminded me of
my younger days. Atticus and I used to dance just like that. Though these
days, the dances seem too close.]

Showing her notebook, Eva looked at Cesare as if asking, ‘Isn’t that right?’

“…Indeed. Grandfather was also a good dancer, just like me.”

Cesare, smiling as he answered, didn’t look very pleased. Eva, wearing a

gentle smile, suddenly moved her pen.

[But Cesare, I must go due to Signoria matters. Take good care of my

guest.]

It was a polished sentence, likely the reason she had come.

[Make sure to host them for dinner. We don’t want anyone saying
Bonaparte neglects their guests.]
“Madam Eva.”

[I trust you. My beloved grandson.]

“…”

Cesare smiled more prettily without a word. He affectionately kissed Eva

on both cheeks.

“Whose grandson do you think I am?”

Cesare answered kindly despite his reluctance. It was a compliant attitude,

unlike a man without regard for hierarchy.

[Don’t fight. Get along well.]

Eva, with a typical elderly person’s harmless smile, left. Her wish, one that
would never be fulfilled, was characteristically elderly.

***

Once Eva left, the atmosphere became uncontrollably chilly.

The people remaining in the ballroom were Adèle, Cesare, Lucrezia, Epony,
and Aegir. In addition, Lucrezia’s maid and attendant knight were present.

Somehow, Cesare’s personal assistant, Gigi, was also there.

“Lord.”

He skillfully handed a lit cigar to Cesare.

“…”

Cesare, with a cigar in his mouth, had his hand in his pocket. He said
nothing. He seemed in a bad mood.

Eventually, he let out a sharp laugh.

“…How annoying.”

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Lucrezia. His narrow, smiling
eyes were menacing.

“Having fun? Miss Lucrezia.”

“Ye-yes?”

Lucrezia, once again flustered, blushed. Cesare’s sharp gaze scanned her up
and down.

“Haven’t you been appearing in front of me too often lately?”

“Oh! I, I was worried…”

Lucrezia’s eyes flicked to Adèle.

“So, I just couldn’t stay still…”

“Stop it. It’s unnecessary.”

“Bu-but…”

Lucrezia’s eyes trembled. She looked like a small animal, pitifully

shivering.

“Do you mean to tell me to ignore the Marquis’s missteps?”

“Is it such a misstep for me to meet some ladies freely?”

“That’s not what I mean! I thought you would realize it someday, but…”

Lucrezia’s gaze turned to Adèle, filled with resentment and fear.

“I thought the Marquis might really be heading towards Limbo, so, despite
the shame, I had to inform the Elder Madam…”

Lucrezia started to sob.

“Why don’t you understand? I, I really…”

“Miss Della Valle.”

“I really love you so much…”

With those words, Lucrezia’s face shone with the radiance of a pilgrim. It
seemed as if no one could quench the virtuous will emanating from within
her.

She then blushed and smiled benevolently, born of boundless affection.

“I love you, Marquis Cesare…”

Adèle felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue.

“I can wait as long as necessary. Until you cross the River of Purgation and
head towards the right heaven… I’ll wait for you until then.”

Is that love?

“If there’s only one person in this world who truly loves you, it’s me.”

She had never known that repeated declarations of love could be so

nauseating.

It was then that Cesare, who had been silent with a cigar in his mouth,
laughed out loud and spoke.

“What nonsense.”

“…”

Lucrezia froze instantly.

Cesare snorted and approached her, blowing smoke in her face.

“Cough, hack! Cough!”

“What’s love when you can’t even give?”

“…!”

Lucrezia’s eyes filled with despair, and tears finally fell. She could say
nothing more.

Whether he said it to get rid of her or not, it was effective.

Regardless of the vulgarity of his words, Adèle couldn’t help but be

impressed.

How can he be so strong?

Lucrezia’s love-masked violence seemed to have no effect on Cesare.

Is that even possible?

His cold, smiling profile felt unfamiliar. At that moment, Cesare turned his
head, and their eyes met.

“Let’s end the dance practice here. Return to your room, Adelaide.”

“…Yes, brother.”

Adèle stopped thinking and grabbed the hem of her dress.

“Then take care…”

“No!”

At that moment, Lucrezia interrupted.

“The Elder Madam said to get along with Miss Adelaide, right? Right…?”

Quickly approaching, her hand wrapped around Adèle’s arm like a snake. It
was an intimate gesture typically seen between close ladies.

“So, Miss Adelaide must come too. The Elder Madam’s orders…!”
“…”

“You can’t disobey the Elder Madam’s words, can you?”

Her tear-filled light purple eyes shone with firm resolve. Her earnest
expression seemed ready to brave any wicked abyss for the man she loved.

Cesare’s face turned expressionless. He threw his cigar and strode towards
Lucrezia just as Gigi called out.

“Sir Aegir!”

Aegir, who had been standing at a distance, blocked Lucrezia. Her attendant
knight also pulled her back from behind.
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Chapter 42

“…”

The surroundings grew quiet. Everyone felt the tension.

Adèle vaguely remembered that Cesare had caused several violent

incidents. Judging by their reactions, it seemed he wasn’t particular about
who his targets were.

“Lord…”

Gigi tried to intervene with a troubled expression, but Adèle spoke softly.

“Brother.”

“…”

His eyes, burning cold like the morning star of hell, turned to her.

Though a bit scared, Adèle continued bravely.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d also like to join Miss Lucrezia for dinner.”

Adèle’s gaze then turned to Lucrezia.

“There’s something I need to say to Miss Lucrezia.”

***
Cesare sat at the head of the dining table, his elbow resting on the table and
his left hand playing with the stem of his wine glass. His posture was utterly
disrespectful, but no one said a word. After all, he was the head of the
Bonaparte family.

The dining room was filled with waltz music. Not from a phonograph, but a
proper string ensemble. In a separate space adjacent to the dining room, the
Bonaparte orchestra played solely for the head of the family.

Cesare paid no mind to his responsibility as the host to entertain his guests,
savoring the music instead.

He could still feel the touch of her hand and shoulder blade from holding
her while dancing.

Adèle danced well.

It seemed his sister had been wasting her talent as a member of high society.
It was hard to believe she had only learned the box step, her movements
were so natural.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed dancing so much. Her tall
stature allowed for a large hold, letting him move freely and briskly.

There was no need to observe her reactions meticulously like he did with
ordinary ladies. There was no need to show off gallantry like a peacock in
mating season. Having a shoe shiner as a partner was unexpectedly
comfortable.

As the background blurred and he focused on the dance, a flood of

sensations came into his vision.

Her sleek collarbone, the valley of her chest, the hot back under his palm,
her long, fish-like arms, and the waves of her dark green hair.

And her fierce eyes, biting her lips while staring at him.

Feeling a heat rising in his groin, Cesare frowned and smiled.

Damn it. She’s unnecessarily pretty.

Not that he wanted her to fall for him, but why did she have to look so
indifferent?

Irritated, he whimsically swung Adèle around under the guise of dancing.

Sometimes he intentionally pulled her hard, making her chest bump into his
torso instead of their hips.

Then she would inhale in surprise, sometimes glaring at him resentfully.

She had no idea how much more that provoked a man.

It was obvious she was determined not to react awkwardly, promising

herself inwardly not to act like a rustic girl.

Unaware of the common tricks played by lowly men while dancing, she
must have thought how depraved high society was.

“It was fun.”

Cesare muttered.

“What did you say?”

Lucrezia asked like a dog wagging its tail.

Her voice alone ruined his good mood. Cesare frowned, but Lucrezia,
smiling brightly, asked again.

“What did you say, Marquis Cesare?”

Cesare smiled broadly.

“I said, don’t talk to me.”

“…”

Lucrezia turned pale. Although, in two minutes, she would start talking to
him again with her cheeks flushed.
Compared to that fool, how was his sister?

Cesare glanced at Adèle.

As soon as she entered the dining room, she paid no attention to Cesare. All
her focus was on the dishes that would be served.

You guys fall in love. I’ll just eat.

She seemed to say.

Adèle’s resolute mouth softened only after the antipasti was served. It
softened so much that she even smiled slightly.

Cesare wondered if today’s antipasti was some kind of heavenly elixir. Of

course, it was just a simple Caprese.

Is cheese that good?

He tried to move on, thinking her table manners were impeccable.

But as each course changed from primi to secondi, Adèle’s eyes sparkled
with joy. It was a delightful and amusing sight he couldn’t take his eyes off.

Could someone who grew up starved be so gluttonous?

Sometimes, when Adèle displayed behavior unbecoming of her origins,

Cesare felt an unexpected surge of sympathy.

Yes. She has tried her best and has talent, but in the end, she’s still a shoe
shiner.

“Ma-Marquis Cesare… Don’t you like the food?”

Lucrezia, with her indomitable spirit, spoke again. Cesare chuckled as he

picked up his after-dinner drink instead of dessert.

“Watching Adelaide eat makes me feel full.”

Adèle paused. Her eyes, lovingly gazing at the Tiramisu, blinked in
surprise.

“…”

“I mean it looks good.”

Cesare smiled. He was sincere.

Santnar is a country of seafarers. Even though the court culture of

Orqueenia was transplanted, the base remains rough and tough.

Naturally, they favor those who seem advantageous for survival, meaning
those who eat well.

“…”

However, Adèle, with a slightly darkened face, put her spoon down. Her
usual expressionless face now seemed a bit sad.

Cesare frowned and smiled.

He really meant it looked good this time.

It was tiresome having to carefully consider and cater to every compliment.

“…”

Beside him, Lucrezia, who had been picking at her food, forced herself to
take a few bites but soon put her spoon down without eating much.

“If you’re done eating, let’s go.”

“Ah…”

Lucrezia looked at him with calf-like eyes, but Cesare lightly ignored her.
She seemed to realize she had been too insistent today and didn’t cling
further.
“Brother.”

After finishing the meal and leaving the dining room, Adèle, who had been
silent, spoke up.

“Can I see Miss Lucrezia off?”

Cesare, who had called for a butler to bring the carriage, turned his head.
Adèle was looking at him intently.

It was the first time she had volunteered to do something.

Cesare looked at Adèle, then at Lucrezia, who looked like she was about to
cry and clearly showed her reluctance. Cesare spoke.

“Take Aegir with you.”

“Just the two of us, brother.”

“…”

Adèle’s face was expressionless. Her intentions were unreadable. Her bright
yellow eyes blinked calmly, indifferent to whether he agreed or not.

Cesare smiled habitually.

If you can’t understand her thoughts, let her speak for herself.

“As you wish.”

“Thank you.”

“Then say goodbye here, Miss Della Valle. Goddess’s peace to you. I hope
we never meet again.”

“Ah…! Ma-Marquis Cesare…”

“Aegir. Keep a distance but protect her.”

“Yes.”

Ignoring Lucrezia’s attempt to protest, Cesare turned away. Gigi, who had
followed him closely, whispered softly.

“Going upstairs.”

“Understood.”

Cesare headed up to the portico where the carriage would stop.

A small space with iron outdoor chairs.

This shelter, ‘surprisingly’ had a ‘slight architectural flaw,’ allowing

conversations of those waiting for the carriage to be heard clearly.

I said I’d let them see each other off, not that I’d leave them alone.

Cesare thought nonchalantly, draping his arm over the back of the chair.
When he took out a cigar, Gigi quickly lit it.

“Have knights wait around discreetly. Lucrezia is alone, but you never
know.”

“Already done.”

“Well done.”

The quick-witted assistant lit the cigar and stepped aside. He kept his mouth
shut, knowing his voice was louder than a foghorn.

Smoke rose. Cesare blew out a breath.

Going to such lengths just to let the shoe shiner have a conversation.

Cesare, cigar in mouth, leaned back. The twilight was falling over Fornatie.

“What’s the most urgent matter?”

“The most urgent is the material supply issue for the galleon construction.
Treverium wants to reduce the trade volume of sulfur oil, lime, and cowhide
with our guild.”

“What’s that nonsense? Who’s the instigator?”

“Queen Rubinia.”
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Chapter 43

“It seems suspicious.”

Cesare muttered as he blew out smoke. After a moment, he spoke again.

“…Set up a schedule with the shipyard and find a merchant from Treverium
in the commercial district. One who couldn’t get a gratia(1).”

“What? Uh, yes. Understood…?”

Gigi, looking somewhat puzzled, took out his notebook and wrote down
Cesare’s instructions.

Cesare massaged his temples with the hand holding the cigar. Eva’s sudden
appearance had wasted too much time.

But he couldn’t just let Adèle meet a woman who had once attempted
murder on her own.

“That shoe shiner is so damn troublesome.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Nothing.”

Fortunately, a discreet conversation had started below.

“…It was nice meeting you, Miss Adelaide. May I visit again?”

Lucrezia opened with a polite greeting.

“I enjoyed it as well. For the next meeting, it would be best to ask my
brother.”

A polite deflection.

Lucrezia likely bit her lip at this point, making a pitiful face to invoke
sympathy as she blinked her eyes.

“What about your own feelings, Miss Adelaide? I’m curious about your
opinion.”

A kind remark, but agreeing here would give Lucrezia a reason to keep
visiting.

Fortunately, the shoe shiner wasn’t that foolish.

“I certainly enjoyed meeting you too, Miss Lucrezia. But my brother’s

wishes are more important to me, as he is my family.”

“The Elder Madam also approved of this meeting.”

“Yes. So, the Elder Madam of Bonaparte would respect the wishes of the
current head, my brother, and so will I.”

Her tongue seemed oiled.

So, she learned all this from books.

Cesare felt amused. The dinner’s annoyance dissipated instantly.

But Lucrezia wasn’t backing down.

“…I just want to continue today’s meaningful meeting. Did I make a

mistake?”

“Not at all.”

“If not… Do you believe that friendship between ladies cannot exist?”
“Of course, it can. But it seemed you were more focused on your
relationship with my brother than on friendship with me.”

Cesare wanted to laugh heartily. How like a shoe shiner to be so direct.

Lucrezia, shocked, spoke in a trembling voice.

“…Why would you say that? I wanted to be friends with you, Miss
Adelaide. I just sought Marquis Cesare’s help because I was still a bit
awkward…”

“Miss Lucrezia.”

Adèle spoke softly, her voice gentle.

“You like my brother, don’t you?”

It was a straightforward question despite the gentle tone.

“Hmm.”

Cesare, intrigued, narrowed his eyes and crossed his legs. The answer was
obvious.

“…It’s not that I like him. I love him deeply. More than anyone.”

Of course, you do.

“I see.”

Adèle’s similar response made Cesare stifle a laugh.

“Miss Lucrezia, please don’t be too offended by what I’m about to say.”

“Miss Adelaide! I’m afraid. What are you going to say to hurt me?”

“If this hurts, it means your love is genuine.”

“…What?”
“Miss Lucrezia, what I’m saying is…”

Adèle paused and took a slight breath.

“If you truly love my brother, wouldn’t it be better to try to win his heart
rather than trying to get rid of me?”

“…!”

Gigi, listening in, stifled his laughter. Cesare, too engrossed in the
conversation, nearly forgot to smoke his cigar. It was an engrossing
conversation.

“…What do you mean?”

“Exactly as I said. Even if I disappear, it doesn’t mean my brother will love

you.”

Lucrezia probably had never heard such blunt words in her life.

Of course, Cesare always said such things, but it seemed his words never
reached her ears.

Lucrezia’s voice quivered with rage.

“…Are you making a fool of me?”

“Why would you think that?”

“How can you say that…! You’re looking down on me! Saying I can’t even
be loved by the Marquis, just making trouble for the women around him!”

“Lucrezia has a point.”

“Lord, she can hear you…”

“You’re laughing too.”

Gigi chuckled softly. Cesare took another puff of his cigar.

Lucrezia’s words were, unfortunately, painfully accurate.

Her rampages were always directed at other ladies, never at Cesare, who
was the one actually meeting different women.

That’s why he disliked Della Valle. Despite their scholarly talk and lofty
airs, their true nature was hypocritical.

“Maybe you don’t know because you’re from the countryside!”

“Yes, that’s exactly it.”

“…What?”

“I came from the countryside and am not familiar with Fornatie. I have no
base here. All my actions are decided by Marquis Cesare.”

It seemed the conversation was getting to the main point. Cesare’s gaze,
staring into the distance, grew cold.

“In other words, Miss Lucrezia, no matter what you think or do to me, if my
brother wants me here, I stay.”

“…”

“It means showing your teeth to me is pointless.”

“Wait a minute. What do you mean by showing my teeth…! Why are you
accusing me like that?”

Lucrezia protested in the formal high-society manner, but her opponent was
unfazed.

“Let’s just say, being from the countryside, I’m not used to high society
yet.”

Cesare almost laughed out loud.

Adèle’s straightforward speech must have felt like a self-destructing galleon
to the high society folks used to twisted words.

“And to be honest.”

Adèle paused, then spoke in a slightly weary voice.

“I don’t want to be involved between the two of you.”

“…?”

“…”

Cesare stopped in the middle of taking a puff from his cigar. Adèle
continued.

“Whatever you’re thinking, Marquis Cesare and I are purely siblings.”

“…”

After a long silence, Lucrezia asked.

“Last time, you two seemed very close…”

“That’s true. But I was almost in an accident then, and my brother was just
more concerned than usual.”

“…”

“If there hadn’t been an accident, my brother wouldn’t have much reason to
pay attention to me. I’m just a sister who came up from the countryside one
day. Perhaps one who might get married soon.”

The cigar fell from Cesare’s lips. He let the cooling cigar lie and focused on
the voices below.

“To be more direct, Marquis Cesare is indeed a wonderful person.”

“…”
“You two make a great match.”

“Does my sister have bad taste?”

Cesare muttered, but Adèle couldn’t hear.

“It doesn’t matter to me whom my respected brother meets.”

“…”

Cesare took a deep puff of the cigar. The barely revived ember sputtered.
He didn’t bother to relight it, leaning back.

It was night now.

His sister’s speech wasn’t bad.

The conditions Cesare had set for Adèle were to debut successfully in high
society and break the arrangement with Della Valle.

Lucrezia’s interference wasn’t part of it.

There was no need for Adelaide to clash with Lucrezia. If Lucrezia, the
zealot, accepted it, of course.

Cesare had introduced Adèle as his lover to Lucrezia, just to keep the shoe
shiner alive before her marriage to Ezra.

If Adèle could escape Lucrezia’s scrutiny, there would be no need for such
pretense.

Thin smoke curled up from the cigar in Cesare’s mouth.

No more voices came from below. The carriage carrying Lucrezia was
moving away.

Adèle remained standing there for a while before her footsteps disappeared
into the mansion.
[Footnote]

1) Gratia: A trade permit issued by the papacy in the 14th century for
trading with Islamic regions. In this context, it refers to trade permits issued
to foreign merchants in Santnar.
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Chapter 44

Adelaide was acting more cleverly than Cesare had expected.

To navigate high society, one must know such politics. His sister had
handled her first social battle admirably, proving Cesare’s judgment about
her was also excellent.

“Marquis Cesare is indeed a very admirable person. You two make a

wonderful pair.”

At the same time, she had made it clear that she had no rational interest in
Cesare Bonaparte whatsoever.

Two proofs from one statement. Truly efficient.

“…”

Cesare suddenly recalled the smile Adelaide had worn while they danced
together.

He also remembered when she had threatened him with scissors.

Indeed, with such a firm declaration, it was certain.

Adèle Bibi would never have romantic feelings for Cesare Bonaparte.

And that was always what he had wanted.

“Whomever my respected brother meets has nothing to do with me.”

Cesare let out a low chuckle, still holding the unlit cigar.

“Then why do I feel so terrible…”

***

In the carriage returning to the Della Valle estate, Lucrezia stared blankly
out the window, lost in thought.

Her maid, Anese, with gray hair and glasses, and the taciturn footman with
olive-colored hair, both remained silent.

“…Anese.”

Lucrezia suddenly spoke without warning.

“Miss Adelaide said she would help me meet Marquis Cesare more often.
Could that be true?”

Anese, Lucrezia’s maid, flinched silently.

Anese had recently been appointed as Lucrezia’s maid from among the
household servants of the Della Valle family.

Her original job was cleaning the mansion daily. For her, the position of
maid to the lady of Della Valle was far too generous.

Although she had not been with the Della Valle family for long, Anese had
already realized that this was no ordinary job.

She had noticed that the former maid, Hazel, had disappeared from the
mansion at some point.

No one in the household spoke of the vanished Hazel.

Knowing it was better to keep her mouth shut like the others, Anese had
still sought out the head maid the night she became Lucrezia’s maid to ask.

“Head maid. You know I’ve become Lady Lucrezia’s new maid, right?”
“Yes.”

“…What happened to Hazel, the previous maid?”

The head maid’s expression changed the moment the words were spoken.

“Anese. You know we are in a position to witness the affairs of high

society.”

“…Yes.”

“And what they want from us is just one thing.”

“…”

“Omertà.”

The rule of silence.

Anese had felt fear in the mansion where no one asked about Hazel. But
running away was not an option, as working at the Della Valle mansion was
too great a job.

“…Maybe she’s just trying to reassure you?”

Knowing Lucrezia had already mentioned that Adelaide wasn’t from

Bonaparte, Anese answered cautiously.

Lucrezia turned from the window to look at Anese. Her lavender eyes
sparkled like they were coated in pearls.

“Is that so? But her eyes were different.”

“Her eyes?”

Lucrezia ignored Anese’s question and turned back to the window.

She recalled the way Adelaide looked at Cesare.

‘Adelaide probably doesn’t love Marquis Cesare.’

It was clear from her gaze.

Her amber eyes held a slight gloom and a decadent aura. Whenever those
eyes turned to Cesare, they showed a deep sense of distance.

Her attitude was also too detached to be that of a lover. Although Lucrezia
thought it was a façade for Eva Bonaparte, Adelaide’s demeanor hadn’t
changed until they parted ways.

A woman who doesn’t love Cesare? Is that even possible? She herself
trembled and felt her lower abdomen tighten just thinking about him.

Perhaps Adelaide was either stupid, blind, or very aware of her place.

“Flavia Loredan is missing, isn’t she? Then it’s certain that Adelaide isn’t
Marquis Cesare’s sister. She must have paid for breaking Omertà. Poor
thing…”

Anese, who flinched at the last remark, responded humbly.

“If she isn’t his sister, then she must have been brought in because of the
arrangement with Della Valle.”

“Seems so.”

Lucrezia looked down sorrowfully.

“With just the arrangement, I could marry Marquis Cesare…”

Indeed, the best outcome would be for Adelaide to disappear.

However, Lucrezia had seen the familiar red-haired Brachiere behind

Adelaide.

He was Aegir Correll, known as Cesare’s trusted aide.

He was also known for handling various issues skillfully. It would probably
be difficult to deal with Adelaide in the same way as before.

“…Wouldn’t it be better to expose Miss Adelaide’s true identity to society?”

Anese, now contemplating with her, suggested.

Lucrezia smiled sweetly.

“Anese. If I did that, Marquis Cesare would really push me away. Not just
me, but the entire Della Valle.”

That was the last thing Lucrezia wanted. For Cesare to truly decide to cast
her aside.

“This is fine. Just being slightly bothersome to Marquis Cesare. That way, I
can safely approach him little by little. It’s painful, but it’s necessary for our
future…”

Anese, her eyes darting, asked.

“Then do you plan to cooperate with Miss Adelaide?”

“Yes. If I can prove that Miss Adelaide isn’t Marquis Cesare’s lover, that
would be better.”

Lucrezia clasped her flushed cheeks with both hands. Thinking of Cesare
brought her back to a state of ecstasy.

“If that’s true, I could see Marquis Cesare more often. I want to see him
more to make up for the time lost due to my penance…”

“But, my lady.”

“Hmm?”

Anese hesitated before speaking.

“…That means Miss Adelaide will safely become a member of society and,
following the arrangement, marry Lord Ezra, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“…Is that alright with you?”

“What?”

Lucrezia tilted her head with a smiling face.

Anese began to sweat lightly. She looked confused.

“She isn’t of noble birth… A person like that marrying Lord Ezra…”

“Well? That’s Lord Ezra’s concern.”

Lucrezia smiled brightly, making Anese’s worries seem trivial.

“Brother will understand. He’s kind. He likes me a lot too. Miss Adelaide is
lady-like on the outside, so it should be fine, right?”

“…”

“But it’s probably best not to mention Miss Adelaide’s background, right?
Anese, don’t tell Brother, okay?”

Anese was at a loss for words.

Did she mean that for the sake of her own love, it didn’t matter if her
brother married a commoner?

Lucrezia’s words left Anese shocked.

“And if she really is someone brought from outside, in the end…”

“…?”
Seeing Anese’s curious expression, Lucrezia stopped talking. A coldness
typical of the high society flickered across her face.

“It’s nothing.”

Lucrezia just smiled sweetly.

***

Cesare’s injury treatment was again handled by Doctor Giotto Grimaldi.

Adèle was relieved. She wanted to avoid clashing with him as much as
possible.

Dancing with Cesare had made her realize that Cesare Bonaparte was like a
rapid current, sweeping away anyone careless enough to get caught.

‘I don’t want that.’

Cesare had probably also been scolded by the doctor for the dance lessons.

Just before heading to the ‘Hall of Aria’ for the lesson, a maid handed her a
note.

[To my beloved sister, Adelaide.

I deeply regret being unable to dance with you any longer due to Giotto’s
insistence.

If nature or art set traps on human bodies or paintings to captivate eyes

and hearts, even those combined pale in comparison to the joy reflected in
your smiling face.

Cesare Bonaparte.]
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Chapter 45

It was a very elegant note to be sent to a sister living under the same roof.
The blue paper was much smoother than anything like newspaper, and the
dark blue ink matched Cesare’s neat handwriting perfectly.

“If you received the card, it’s polite to reply.”

Epony said so from behind. Then she hesitated and cautiously asked.

“…Are you having difficulty writing?”

Adèle couldn’t answer immediately. A slightly helpless voice came out.

“…No. I can write.”

Epony, stunned, couldn’t speak, but when Adèle headed to the bureau, she
finally managed to.

“Miss, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

After all, shoe shiners are supposed to look a bit silly.

She swallowed her last words. Adèle sat down, pretending nothing was
wrong. It was the first time she sat in front of the bureau to write something.

“What should I do about the paper? It doesn’t seem right to use something
ordinary.”
Epony quickly stepped in as if to make up for her mistake.

“We use special paper made only for the Bonaparte family. It’s of very high
quality. It’s made from trees that only grow in Sorc. Trading with Sorc is…”

“Monopolized by the Bonaparte family.”

“Yes. To show the family’s power, it’s best to use the exclusive paper.”

Epony took out several sheets of the same blue paper Cesare had sent. Each
one was clear and beautiful in color.

“What about the ink color…?”

“The same navy blue as my brother’s.”

When in doubt, follow Cesare. His choices, born into the high society,
would never be wrong.

Epony took out a glass ink bottle from the drawer and opened the lid.

“Which quill would you like to use?”

Never having opened it before, Adèle was unaware, but the drawer was full
of various items. Glancing inside, there were quills from swans, black
swans, peacocks, kingfishers, and roosters all lined up.

Adèle chose a pen with a blue kingfisher feather.

As she held the pen and dipped it into the ink bottle, Epony gently touched
her elbow.

“…When writing, your elbow shouldn’t be on the desk. Place the paper in
front of your chest and tilt it about 15 degrees.”

It seemed that the high society had to maintain a posture even while
writing. Once her posture was set, Epony looked embarrassed again.

“If you need a reference for the reply…”

“That’s okay. It’s Durante.”

She had read Durante’s book dozens of times. Adèle moved her pen without
hesitation.

[To my respected brother Cesare,

The power of love calms our will so that we only desire what we have and
do not covet elsewhere.(1)

The time spent with you was so joyous that I felt I could rise to the stars,
but,

If I were to desire something higher, I know my desire would go against

the will of the one who placed me here.(2)

Even amidst your busy schedule, you have shown kindness to your sister,
which reflects the mercy, benevolence, and greatness within you, where
all good in creatures is gathered.(3)

Adelaide Bonaparte.]

It wasn’t as beautiful a handwriting as Cesare’s. But the effort of writing

countless letters by the river paid off. It was decent enough.

“How is it?”

Adèle showed it to Epony. Epony, stunned, finally spoke.

“Did you come up with the reply right away?”

“It’s Durante.”

I’ve read it. Adèle added without expression.

“…I see.”

“Is it not good?”

“No. It’s actually… good. Normally, one can’t write like this…”

Is it too extravagant?

Seeing Adèle deep in thought, Epony quickly took the card.

“It’s sufficient. It’s good. From now on, I just need to check the format of
the cards slightly.”

Adèle nodded. She was slightly pleased that the shoe shiner’s effort had
helped a bit.

After sending the card through a maid, Adèle headed to the ‘Hall of Aria’
escorted by Aegir, as the day before.

The ‘Hall of Aria’ was still beautiful. It just looked a bit empty, like a
golden throne without its owner.

It’s amazing how just the absence of one man with broad shoulders in a
white shirt can make a space look empty. He was truly a remarkable man.

The goddess must have poured all the world’s precious, beautiful, and
valuable things onto his head when he was born.

Such Cesare was too distant. Even though he was so far away.

“I was the one who looked good, and Adelaide just floundered.”

“Watching Adelaide eat made me full.”

Sometimes, Adèle was deeply hurt by Cesare’s careless words.

Knowing that Cesare himself said them without meaning anything made
Adèle feel even smaller.

Every time such moments piled up, Adèle felt a deep sense of fatigue. She
wanted to face Cesare less and less.
Fortunately, the sea goddess might still be watching over her, as Adèle’s
wish was partially granted.

“From today, I will lead and help with your dance practice.”

Aegir said as he guided Adèle to the center of the ballroom.

Adèle, expecting a lady to teach her this time, looked at Aegir blankly.

A young man with red hair, wearing a black cloak with a sword.

Shoeshiners shouldn’t be saying this, but he really didn’t look like someone
who would dance.

“Please understand why I’m asking this. Is it common for a Braccere to

dance as well?”

“It’s originally the role of a Cicisbeo.”

What is Cicisbeo now…

Adèle closed her mouth awkwardly. These were the most troublesome parts
of a young lady’s daily life. Customs too modern to be recorded in books.

“Are Cicisbeo and Braccere different?”

After thinking seriously for a while, Aegir answered.

“Cicisbeo does more with the lady. Not only social activities but also
political and economic activities. Therefore, Cicisbeo must have some
degree of power and wealth. Braccere is…”

Like those who struggle to explain something abstract, Aegir slightly

furrowed his brow.

“…If I have to say, it’s like a high-class servant. Similar to a footman, but…
They serve only one lady. However, Braccere must also be of the high
society.”
“Like the second son of a noble family.”

“Yes.”

“Then how is it different from a squire?”

“…”

Aegir’s answer stopped. Silence walked between the two. Adèle nodded.

“That seems like a sufficient answer. Thank you.”

“…Just remember that I attend to all of Miss’s needs.”

Even without expression, one can feel the effort. Adèle extended her hand
with a slightly cheerful feeling.

“Please take care of me.”

“…I will serve you with all my might.”

The red-haired Braccere briefly kissed the back of Adèle’s hand.

With a face that seemed like he wouldn’t do such a romantic gesture at all,
he did it without hesitation.

“Shall we practice now?”

“Master wishes for Miss to practice the waltz.”

“Then let’s do the waltz.”

Instead of the two in the center of the ballroom, Epony touched the
phonograph. The waltz echoed through the spacious ballroom.

Aegir raised his arms and took a stance. Adèle did the same.

As soon as they held and Adèle stepped into the waltz, she realized the
difference between him and Cesare.
Aegir’s height was not as tall as Cesare’s. About the average height for a
Fortinati man. His build was also overwhelmingly smaller and less upright
than Cesare’s.

However, Aegir’s body was very solid and firm. It felt like his body was
meticulously filled with only muscles.

Adèle stepped into the waltz, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes.

There was no intense magic like when she danced with Cesare. She felt
more at ease. Although his movements were a bit stiff, Aegir was a
comfortable dance partner because he didn’t make her heart race
uncontrollably.

At least his gaze was calm. Unlike Cesare, who stared as if he would
devour her.

“Have you served my brother for a long time, Sir Aegir?”

Adèle, looking into eyes as blue as Epony’s, spoke first.

[References]

1) Dante Alighieri, “Divine Comedy,” translated by Hyeong-Gon Han,

Sehae Publishing (2005), p667-668.

2) Ibid, p668.

3) Ibid, p945.
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Chapter 46

“Yes. I have served the master since birth.”

Aegir answered with an expressionless face.

His lack of expression was somewhat curious. Adèle herself was also often
expressionless, but that was more to conceal her inner thoughts.

On the other hand, Aegir’s expressionlessness seemed genuinely devoid of

any thoughts.

Two people dancing while glaring at each other without any expression.

It would look a bit funny if someone saw it, and Adèle couldn’t help but
laugh.

“…”

Aegir slightly hesitated. His blue eyes widened a bit.

“Sir Aegir?”

“…I apologize.”

He quickly apologized and resumed his movements with even more

precision.

Adèle looked at him quietly.

Is he not used to women? It seems that way.

“You’re Epony’s son, right?”

“Yes.”

A dull answer. The time spent debating whether to ask seemed wasted.

“Is it okay to tell me that?”

“The master has permitted it.”

“So, if my brother allows it, you tell me everything?”

“Yes.”

“Very loyal.”

Aegir didn’t bother to respond, as if to say that it was only natural.

“Do you kill people too?”

“…”

“This isn’t something my brother decided, is it?”

“…No.”

“Then you should answer as my Braccere.”

Aegir seemed to consider it a reasonable statement.

“Then I should say no.”

“So you do kill people.”

“…”

Aegir seemed a bit confused.

“Are you good with a sword?”

“…As a Braccere, I cannot answer such a topic.”

“Wouldn’t saying you’re good help me trust you as a Braccere?”

“…”

Aegir seemed confused again. He said with trembling eyes.

“I’m… quite good.”

“I like that.”

“Yes?”

“It means you kill without pain.”

“…”

Finally, Aegir composed his expression. It was the same perfect lack of
expression as before. A firm resolve not to answer any more was evident.

But Adèle had already satisfied her curiosity.

When she first met Aegir, he had the smell of blood and corpses. As
someone from Kimora, Adèle knew that smell.

Now it had faded, but that was because Aegir was only working as her
guard.

‘He was probably used by Cesare for various cleanup jobs before.’

Perhaps Aegir killed Lady Flavia. And…

‘The reason Cesare assigned Aegir to me might be to kill me painlessly in

case of an emergency.’

Adèle didn’t let her guard down. She didn’t believe she would be safe when
everything was over.
If she died, the identity of the country girl Adelaide would disappear into
the maze. Just like Lucrezia’s unnamed maid found dead.

Would Cesare give up that perfection?

She didn’t know.

Knowing this and not running away was because she knew that even if she
ran away, she would just become a shoe shiner again. That would also be
hell in the end.

‘Then I might as well be in a hell that gives bread and meat.’

At that moment, the delicious smell of something being grilled in the pan
tickled her nose. Adèle couldn’t help but smile.

***

Lunch was Milanese(1) with fresh arugula and cherry tomatoes. It was
made from high-quality sirloin that didn’t seem like the same kind of meat
she had eaten before.

Thanks to the butter added at the end, it had a savory taste, and the lemon
slices used as decoration kept it from being greasy.

Adèle happily finished the milk-flavored ice cream that came out as dessert.
Sitting on the sofa in the drawing room, she recalled her conversation with
Lucrezia.

“It doesn’t matter to me who my esteemed brother meets.”

“Miss Adelaide. I don’t know why you’re saying such things, but the social
world doesn’t believe baseless words. Unless they come from the head of
the Bonaparte family.”

“Of course. But even if it’s not from the head of the Bonaparte family, some
things can be known. For example, could a sudden blue letter make Miss
Lucrezia happy?”
“…If that is true, I can also build a friendship with Miss Adelaide. It’s
always nice to have a new friend.”

Adèle was surprised that Lucrezia was more communicative than she
thought.

Indeed, she was an excellent high society lady as long as Cesare wasn’t in
front of her.

The deal had begun. Helping your love in exchange for being left alone.

She could just say it and leave it vague, but Adèle had no such intention.
Lucrezia was a persistent woman. If she found out Adèle tried to deceive
her, it wouldn’t just end with an incitement to murder this time.

‘Anyway, my role is to keep the promise with Della Valle, not to stop
Lucrezia and Cesare.’

Even if Cesare found out about her secret deal with Lucrezia, he would
understand. He was that kind of man.

‘Anyway, to send even minimal information to Lucrezia, I really need to

observe Cesare now.’

Information would come as she observed. What he likes, how he spends his
daily life in the inner palace, what he does for leisure, etc.

It might be trivial information. But since Cesare had distanced himself from
Lucrezia, she probably didn’t have much information either.

Having finished her thoughts, Adèle adjusted her posture and spoke to
Epony.

“Epony, I need to go to the outer palace.”

Epony, who was choosing indoor clothes for the afternoon in the dressing
room after lunch, approached in surprise.

“The outer palace? For what reason…”

“The Bonaparte outer palace is frequented by high society people. I thought
observing them would help me become a lady.”

“With all due respect, the young master has no plans to introduce you to
outside guests yet.”

“I won’t be seen because my manners are not perfect yet. I will hide. I will
also take Sir Aegir with me.”

Adèle spoke more firmly than usual. Perhaps because of her unexpected
stubbornness, Epony hesitated before speaking.

“It’s hard for me to say yes or no. I will need to ask the young master.”

“If it’s okay, could you ask him now?”

“Yes. Then I will step out for a moment. …And you shouldn’t use words
like ‘if it’s okay’ with the maids.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adèle smiled slightly at the strict maid’s words.

Epony immediately left the room. She returned about 30 minutes later,
looking a bit puzzled.

“The young master has given his permission. However, he said not to skip
dance practice and that he plans to invite a new governess soon, so be
prepared.”

It seems a successor to Lady Flavia is coming. Adèle nodded and looked at

Aegir, who was standing like a statue.

“Sir Aegir, get ready. We’re going to the outer palace.”

***

“Sir Aegir. I plan to observe my brother starting today.”

“…”

Fortunately, Aegir was someone who knew how to keep the virtue of
silence even after hearing such nonsense. His blue eyes stared intently at
Adèle, as if to question the situation.

“Is there a place where I can watch my brother’s every move without being
seen?”

“…It is not a place suitable for a lady.”

Aegir finally spoke heavily.

So there is a place. Somehow, she thought Aegir would know.

“Please guide me. I will hide and watch my brother. Just make sure he
doesn’t see me.”

“…”

“I have no strange intentions. I just think my brother is the best person to

reference to behave like the high society. The Bonaparte family is different
from ordinary nobles.”

The blue eyes that had been staring at Adèle blinked.

“…Follow me.”

Aegir stood up. He took Adèle’s hand and entered the garden instead of the
path.

His steps were unhesitant. Even so, he did not forget his duty as a Braccere
and repeatedly warned Adèle to watch her step.

“He should be at the entrance of the outer palace now.”

“At the entrance? Why?”

“…”
Aegir pressed his lips into a thin line. He seemed to know the location but
not the reason.

Is it for security? Adèle also didn’t want to ask questions that would make
him uncomfortable, so she immediately closed her mouth.

[Footnote]

1) Milanese: Italian-style pork cutlet.

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Chapter 47

Since they did not cross the colonnade as usual, it took a little longer to
reach the outer palace. Just as Adèle regretted not wearing low-heeled
shoes, the outer palace came into view.

The beautiful exterior, combining the traditional architecture of Santnar and

the court style of Orqueenia, was always grand and dazzling.

Ironically, the Bonaparte family was the last to adopt the Orqueenia court
culture. It was to avoid losing public support.

“This is the best spot.”

Aegir led Adèle to a place under a statue with a view of the entrance. It was
a statue of scales, the symbol of Santnar.

Adèle found grass lying flat in the shadows below.

“Someone has used this spot before. Did they leave because I came?”

“…”

Aegir did not answer, but Adèle felt as if she had received a response.

‘It’s probably a spot used by those secretly escorting Cesare, unlike Aegir.’

Adèle sat on the low, hollow stone floor under the scales and looked
around.
The low shrubs cleverly concealed the area, making it difficult for anyone
to see who was there. In contrast, the view from this spot was clear.

It was undoubtedly a deliberately created spot, probably to prevent the

assassination of the Bonaparte family heads throughout history.

‘There was an assassination attempt before I met him, after all.’

Suddenly, she felt the presence of the man named Cesare.

“He is coming out.”

Aegir’s words made Adèle quickly look up.

Through the grass, she saw Cesare. He was crossing the thick portico
columns, heading towards the entrance.

The first thing that caught her eye was his hair, which appeared a brighter
sea color under the sunlight.

Next was the sight of him slightly lowering his head and lazily smoking a
cigar.

Finally, she noticed his unbuttoned shirt and the white Sogdian silk coat
draped over his shoulders.

There were no bandages on his chest.

‘He seems to have healed. That’s a relief.’

Behind Cesare were Gigi and many others she had never seen before. They
all appeared to be civil servants, escorted by Bonaparte’s guards dressed in
black tabards over their armor.

“The guests are arriving now.”

Aegir whispered softly.

Adèle could also tell that the main gate of Bonaparte was opening. The
sound of carriages and horse hooves began to be heard up close.

The first to appear was ten chestnut horses and a single mule.

Adèle widened her eyes in surprise upon recognizing the person on the
mule.

“…It’s the former chair.”

With a sparse beard, thinning hair, a modest linen robe, and an unusually
short stature, it was the former Signoria Chair, Elder Giannini, whom she
had only seen in newspapers.

Over eighty years old, he approached the portico stairs on a similarly aged
mule.

The attendants riding the horses dismounted first to assist the elder.

But Elder Giannini refused their help and, with considerable effort,
dismounted the mule.

He handed the mule’s reins to an attendant and slowly walked towards

Cesare.

Then, he deeply bowed to Cesare, who stood like a young, dissolute god.

Cesare looked down at the old Elder Giannini with a nonchalant smile. He
neither bowed nor offered a handshake. One hand was in his pocket, and the
other brought the cigar to his mouth.

Finally, Cesare nodded indifferently.

Only then did the elder and his attendants straighten up. They maintained
their humility as they entered the outer palace.

The same scene repeated afterward. The line of carriages and horses had
grown long behind the former elder’s group.
‘That’s the current Priori and head of the Rossi family, Libby Rossi.’

‘That’s the Podesta (mayor), Lucy Gazollo.’

‘I don’t know the name, but that attire must be an auditor from the Law
Compliance Office…’

Numerous nobles, former ministers, current priori, heads of major arte

(guilds), and high-ranking officials appeared.

They all paid respectful homage to Cesare. Only a few shook hands with
him on equal footing.

Adèle let out a breath, unsure if it was admiration or a sigh, at the sight of
Cesare looking down nonchalantly at people who had lived three times as
long as he had.

“…Even with that, he manages to come out and greet people at the door.”

She thought he would keep people waiting like a spoiled brat.

Aegir, surprisingly, responded to Adèle’s muttering.

“It’s due to the teachings of the Pater Patriae.”

“You mean the 2nd head of the Bonaparte family.”

“Yes. He taught that to survive in Fornatie, one must not rule over others.”

“And he only rode mules.”

“Yes. To follow the teachings of the Pater Patriae, the master always greets
guests at the portico.”

Aegir said, then a moment later looked away.

“…Of course, he also said it’s because he enjoys making those noble brats
wait outside.”
…That sounds like Cesare.

Adèle looked back at the portico. The long line had already disappeared.

Cesare was receiving a report from Gigi. It was probably about the guest
list.

Finally, Cesare took a deep drag on his cigar, enough to make his cheeks
hollow, then turned and tossed it away simultaneously.

The hem of his silk coat fluttered like an emperor’s cape. The attendants
fanned out to the sides, making way.

Cesare crossed the path with a cold face. Several retainers, civil servants,
and knights followed him, and finally, the outer palace fell silent.

“…”

Adèle crouched in that spot for a long time.

This really is a different world.

It was her first time seeing Cesare’s public face. She realized the immense
power he wielded as the head of the Bonaparte family.

I have to become the sister of such a man.

Her mouth went dry. Adèle remained silent for a long time, so Aegir spoke
up.

“You cannot enter the meeting room, but what will you do?”

Adèle looked at Aegir. A man who served Cesare. He must be familiar with
such scenes.

“Does it usually take long?”

“It depends on the issue.”

Adèle let out a deflated sigh. That was a wise answer. Yet, she still could
not move for a long time.

Cesare was not someone who could leisurely watch Adèle’s dancing.

‘I knew that, but still.’

As the head of the Bonaparte family, the head of the Stellone Bank and
Stellone Trading Company, and the youngest current Priori, he might not be
the leader of Santnar, but he was the one responsible for its treasury.

The annual total income of the Stellone Trading Company was four times
the income of Santnar, making it inevitable. The Stellone Bank, thanks to its
underwater vault blessed by the sea goddess, was the most reliable financial
guild across the continent.

The taxes paid by the Bonaparte family were enormous. It was not
uncommon for them to host foreign dignitaries or hold important national
events at their own expense.

But Cesare’s greatest power lay not in his wealth but in his political
prowess.

Under Eva’s leadership, the Bonaparte family had remained the hidden
rulers. They possessed so much that they avoided public scrutiny by
remaining out of sight.

This teaching, passed down from the Pater Patriae, was diligently followed
by successive heads of the Bonaparte family.

Except for Cesare.

Cesare Bonaparte. This favored son of fate and the gods became the new
successor of the Bonaparte family immediately after Rowan disappeared.

And he made his presence fully known. It happened when Cesare was ten
years old.
Using his exceptional looks, charming speech, and innate political sense, he
gradually idolized himself.

As the “Son of Fornatie,” loved and dissolute but impossible to hate.

He sacrificed most of his private life for this role but managed to retain
public support.

Under Cesare, the Bonaparte family finally stepped out from behind the
curtain.

Since then, it was evident that the Bonaparte family could more easily
address the political, social, and economic issues of Santnar.

Adèle absentmindedly watched a ladybug crawling on a blade of grass.

‘I used him as a cushion, danced the waltz with him, and went shopping
together…’

She felt anxious for no reason. How much would the time she wasted for
him be worth in money? She felt that Cesare considered this charade more
seriously than she had thought.
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Chapter 48

While she was just enjoying the delicious meals served at every meal, Adèle
began to feel somewhat pathetic.

‘I feel a bit pitiful…’

As she crouched down, staring at the ladybug, Aegir cautiously spoke up.

“…Is there a problem?”

Although she could have said it was nothing, she felt a sudden urge to
confide. Adèle spoke calmly.

“He seems like an extraordinary person.”

“Are you talking about the master?”

“Yes. Not everyone can do what he does, even if they grew up in the same
environment as my brother.”

This must mean that his charm comes from the confidence of someone who
has achieved something on his own.

Moreover, it seemed that Cesare would readily admit that his starting point
was ahead of others.

‘I hate to admit it, but he’s quite impressive…’

Having everything yet not being satisfied with it.

“…He feels distant.”

Feeling somewhat deflated, Adèle forgot to imitate a lady and flicked the
ladybug. The bright red ladybug climbed onto her finger.

At that moment, a thick, rough hand reached out from beside her.

“He is not far.”

Aegir quietly transferred the ladybug onto his finger and then released it
into the sky.

“Now, he is your family.”

“…”

He might have said it without much thought, but his words shot like a
meteor into Adèle’s heart, striking deeply.

“Then…”

“…”

“…If I do well.”

Adèle paused. The ladybug was spreading its wings. The two watched it fly
for a moment.

When the ladybug was no longer visible, Adèle stood up.

“…I need to go to the ‘Hall of Aria’ to practice dancing. Let’s return when
my brother comes out.”

***

“Master.”

The secret attendant, disguised as a civil servant, spoke quietly.

“At ten o’clock, under the scales, it’s the young lady.”

Cesare, who was greeting Accopiator(1) Commissioner Aleotti, only moved

his eyes to glance that way.

The grass rustled just enough to be noticeable with focus. It was Adèle.

…What is she doing?

As he half-heartedly accepted Aleotti’s greeting, Cesare frowned.

He had heard she wanted to come to the outer palace, but he hadn’t heard
she would be hanging around him. Fortunately, she seemed to have Aegir
with her, but the outer palace was…

“Count Cesare?”

“Oh. It’s been a while, and you seem healthier than before. You must be
doing well.”

Cesare naturally smiled.

Commissioner Aleotti’s round cheeks lifted as if he had been waiting for

those words.

“Thanks to the bezoar2) you gave me! My old mother recovered completely
as well!”

“That’s good to hear. Then please, go inside.”

“Yes!”

As Aleotti walked briskly inside, the attendant quietly asked.

“What should we do?”

“…Leave her alone.”

Cesare smiled wryly.

He had an idea. It was probably because of a deal with Lucrezia. Maybe she
planned to figure out his routine and report it. Something like that.

Having sold out others and even himself, but never having been sold out by
someone else, this was an unfamiliar situation for Cesare.

Ignoring the bustle around him, Cesare looked at the sky, cigar in mouth.

Why would she have no interest in me to such an extent?

Though she had stepped on his foot, it didn’t seem to be because of that.
Adèle had even shown concern for him.

Dancing had been quite enjoyable, and he thought their physical

compatibility might be good.

“…Lord.”

Yet she had no interest. And quite actively at that.

He had wanted this, but being outrightly rejected stung his pride. Cesare
had never been turned down by any lady before.

“Master!”

And she thinks she suits Lucrezia? Is she blind?

“Master!”

“…”

At Gigi’s shout, Cesare finally looked ahead.

Master artisan Sporko Chibo from a minor arte was halfway through a bow,
looking up at him with puzzled eyes.

Cesare belatedly smiled.

“Sorry. The sun blinds me when I see a beauty.”

“…”

Next to him, Gigi shot him a look that said, ‘What? Are you blind, Master?’
It was understandable. Sporko was famously unattractive.

Sporko himself had a dubious look but forced a smile.

“Th-Thank you…”

“Not you. I spent too long looking in the mirror this morning.”

“…”

Wow. What a bastard.

Everyone looked at Cesare with tired eyes.

Cesare took a long drag on his cigar, then smiled at the pitifully wounded
Sporko.

“What are you doing? Go inside. Can’t you see the line behind you?”

“…Yes.”

Sporko slumped his shoulders and headed inside.

After greeting everyone, Cesare spoke in a low voice.

“Gigi. If Adelaide asks about my schedule, don’t tell her. Make her come to
me directly.”

“…? Yes, sir!”

Cesare turned his gaze. Hair resembling peacock-colored black pearls

peeked through the grass. She was a shoe shiner with immense patience.

But he had no intention of being swayed so easily.

Cesare flicked his cigar and turned away.

***

Adèle’s antics continued for several days.

This meant her stalking continued. It only happened when Cesare was
working at the outer palace, though.

Surprisingly, Cesare found it difficult to spot her unless the attendant

pointed her out.

Perhaps due to her experience as a shoe shiner, she was as skilled at hiding
as a cockroach.

With Aegir’s help, she found secret spots and observed Cesare with a
serious expression, like a ten-year-old discovering a stag beetle.

“…”

While he was used to being watched, it made his neck itch.

Adèle wasn’t just wasting time tailing him either.

Every night, Cesare summoned Epony and Aegir to report on Adèle’s day.
From their reports, it seemed she was more diligent than before, never
showing laziness.

“She studies very hard. She has reduced her meal times and studies more in
the evening after visiting you during the day. Sometimes she even tries to
cut her sleep short, which I have to prevent.”

This was Epony’s report, who had begun showing some affection towards
Adèle.

“…When the master enters restricted areas, she practices dancing with me
while waiting. She has become quite good at waltzing.”

This was Aegir’s report, who seemed deep in thought.

After sending them away, Cesare smoked a cigar alone in the unlit office.
The night was quiet. Somewhere on the second floor, a shoe shiner would
be sleeping soundly, wrapped in a clean and fluffy blanket she had never
touched before.

Tok.

Cesare’s fingertips tapped the desk.

His anger at her outrageous claim that he matched with Lucrezia had
gradually subsided.

Resting his chin on his hand, he thought of Adèle watching him with
intense focus. A smirk emerged.

“Hm.”

She seemed kind of cute.

Was it really a lie that she had no interest? Maybe the deal with Lucrezia
was a distraction. Otherwise, how could she follow him so passionately?

The waltz.

How good had she become?

Tok. Tok. Tok.

His fingers started tapping out a waltz rhythm, almost unconsciously.

Four days later, while returning to his office in the inner palace after
visiting the commercial district, Gigi spoke to Cesare.

“By the way, the young lady really did ask about your schedule.”

“Hmm.”

Cesare smiled pleasantly as he took off his coat with the help of the maid
and servant.
“You did as I instructed?”

“Yes. I told her it was a security matter and that it would be best to ask you
directly.”

“Good job.”

Then she’ll be coming soon.

Rolling up his sleeves, Cesare dismissed the maid and servant. He sat at his
desk and picked up a pen. Then he paused in that position.

Since she had been so adamant about not wanting to see him, it might be
awkward to come first.

After a short consideration, Cesare told Gigi.

“Have lunch with Adelaide tomorrow.”

“Isn’t your schedule tight?”

“Figure it out.”

“Uh… alright.”

“Trevereum?”

“No response yet.”

“They better not try to take my maritime rights.”

[References]

1) Accopiatori: Electoral management commissioners in 15th-century

Florence, Italy.

2) Bezoar: A stone found in the stomachs of certain animals like goats and
sheep. Believed to neutralize all poisons, it has been used as a protective
talisman since ancient times.
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Chapter 49

Gigi grinned as he delivered the report for the day.

“When you ordered to build galleons rapidly, I thought you had finally gone
mad, sir.”

“If I were mad, I wouldn’t have brought a shoe shiner into the family.”

“Come on, but the young lady is doing well, isn’t she? And she’s incredibly
beautiful! Wow, Ezra really hit the jackpot!”

Cesare did not respond, dipping his pen into the ink.

Gigi, often oblivious to timing, continued talking without a break.

“Isn’t that right? You haven’t gone out at night lately because after seeing
the young lady, no other ladies catch your eye…”

Just as Cesare was about to grab the ink bottle, the soft, dull sound of
footsteps on the carpet indicated someone entering the room. Adèle stepped
in.

“Brother… Oh.”

Adèle, who had started to speak, paused and covered her mouth. Seeing
Cesare’s hand conveniently poised over the ink bottle, she slightly
crouched.

Cesare felt a bit annoyed. Would he really throw an ink bottle at a person?
Of course, the exception was that a secretary was not a person but a slave.
Cesare composed himself.

“Relax, we’re family. Greet comfortably.”

“…Yes.”

Despite his words, her eyes darted between Cesare’s face and the ink bottle
as if anticipating a surprise attack.

When Cesare stared at her quietly, she finally fixed her gaze on him. Her
expression was tense, as usual.

Come to think of it, she always had that expression.

An impassive face that created distance. Always seeming a bit anxious. And
always looking slightly sad.

Lost in thought while fiddling with the pen, he noticed that both Adèle and
Gigi were tense, watching his every move. He finally spoke.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Well… I wanted to ask if you have time tomorrow.”

“Hmm.”

Cesare covered his mouth with the quill part of his pen. It was his usual
smile, but now he didn’t want to show it.

He frowned slightly, pretending to be displeased.

“Why?”

“…”

Uncharacteristically, Adèle did not answer immediately. She hesitated, then

spoke as if avoiding an immediate answer.

“…Sometimes, as a sister, I want to share daily life with you.”

At that moment, because Adèle averted her gaze from Cesare’s, he realized
she was lying.

“…”

“…Brother?”

It felt like cold water had been poured over him. The waltz that had been
ringing in his ears disappeared. The excitement quickly cooled. He thought
he knew what her first answer would have been.

‘To match her with Lucrezia.’

The dirty feeling from eavesdropping on their conversation on the portico

resurfaced. His mind was not just calm but sharply focused.

Cesare silently put down the quill. Both Adèle and Gigi’s gazes followed
his hand. The room fell silent.

Cesare knew he was smiling.

“Sharing daily life.”

“…And it would help me learn the demeanor of a lady by observing many

nobles.”

Adèle spoke urgently, but when Cesare slightly raised his chin, she fell
silent. Her yellow eyes trembled slightly.

Cesare spoke quietly.

“There is one suitable place.”

“…If it’s unreasonable and I’m being stubborn…”

“Just decide if you want to go or not. Midnight tonight.”

“Midnight tonight?”
Cesare smiled, showing deep dimples.

“You want to observe other nobles, but you want to choose the time, is that
it?”

“…”

Adèle closed her mouth. Her thoughts were obvious.

If it’s a place ladies go, it should be fine, right? Like the last time we went
to Bella Stella Street. Maybe I can tell Lucrezia the location and sneak out?

Cesare, guessing her foolish expectations, lowered his eyes. If he met her
gaze, strange words he couldn’t predict might come out.

Eventually, Adèle spoke cautiously.

“…Then I’ll go with you. Do you have the address?”

Cesare burst into laughter and stood up. It was going to be a long night.

“It won’t be fun if I tell you in advance. See you at midnight.”

***

Midnight.

Cesare dressed in a sleek black outfit made of Nazareth. There were no

patterns, even the sleeve buttons were made of black buffalo horn. He wore
a long black tabard over it.

“…Are you really taking the young lady?”

Gigi asked, holding a pitch-black tricorne, with a reluctant expression.

Cesare smiled and replied.

“If you wanted to stop me, you should have done it earlier.”

“How could I intervene when you were so angry?”

“Then stay quiet.”

Cesare reached for a white bauta mask on the shelf.

His handsome face was hidden in a square shadow. With his charming
dimples concealed, his eyes, like those of a bird of prey, stood out sharply.

Gigi, finding it hard to joke, groaned and handed over the tricorne.

“Although the young lady is from Kimora, she seems quite naive in some
ways due to her disguise. Won’t she be too shocked?”

“It’s time she was shocked. It’s not a world she should be completely
unaware of. Isn’t that what high society is?”

At Cesare’s indifferent words as he put on the hat, Gigi sighed deeply.

“I don’t know anymore. So, will you be staying out tonight?”

“Wait and see.”

Cesare swiftly left the dressing room.

Gigi did not follow. He knew where Cesare was going. Only the secret
attendants who always guarded Cesare at a suitable distance followed.

Crossing the marble colonnade to the outer palace, the butler, Ernst, was
waiting.

Cesare chuckled.

“Ernst, you don’t look happy?”

“…No, sir.”

The butler seemed displeased with the revival of night outings he had
stopped for a while.
But he didn’t dare voice his thoughts to the unusually low-spirited Cesare,
and bowed his head.

“The carriage is ready.”

“Again with the carriage. Should teach them to ride horses. Did you tell
her?”

“As you instructed, I told the young lady it would be difficult to send letters
outside.”

Cesare patted Ernst’s shoulder in praise and headed for the entrance of the
outer palace.

There he found Adèle waiting in front of the portico and paused.

“…”

“…Brother.”

Adèle was dressed in a jet-black evening dress, like raven feathers. The
fabric clung to her body, almost provocatively.

Her face was paler than usual under the hat adorned with curled black swan
feathers. Her anxiety was palpable.

“Brother, where are we going?”

Ignoring her, Cesare briefly considered taking away the black sable fur she
clutched like a lifeline.

Forget it.

If he took that too, she’d probably tremble like a broken wind-up doll.

“Get in.”

When he approached the carriage and extended his hand, Adèle took it with
a slightly trembling hand.
“Brother, the destination is…”

“A good place.”

Cesare pulled her in sharply.

Adèle awkwardly sat on the seat, and Cesare also sat down and knocked on
the carriage wall.

The carriage started moving.

Adèle looked anxious the whole time. She hadn’t even worn the moretta
mask Epony had given her. She kept fiddling with the deeply cut neckline,
trying to pull it up.

In front of her, Cesare crossed his arms and legs, looking at her with a
disdainful smile.

“Stop fiddling. It looks like you’re inviting someone to look.”

“…”

Adèle stopped moving her hands. Her face wasn’t the usual impassive look.
The anxiety was clear. Her composure was shaking.

“…Brother.”

“…”

“Where are we…”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

When he coldly cut off the conversation, Adèle bit her red-painted lips hard.

It was a pretty color, but it didn’t suit her. Fuchsia might suit her better.

“Then could you answer just one question…”

Cesare deliberately turned his gaze out the carriage window, but Adèle
persisted.

“…Are you taking me to sell me?”

“Ha.”

Cesare clicked his tongue immediately. He was extremely displeased that

she thought he would go that far.
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Chapter 50

Adèle immediately felt disheartened and grabbed the mask on her lap.

“If I was mistaken, I apologize…”

“Typical of someone from Kimora.”

“…”

For a brief moment, Adèle’s eyes showed hurt. It was fleeting, but Cesare
noticed it clearly.

Seeing that, Cesare felt extremely pleased.

So, this stone-faced woman is human. She can be hurt. There are genuine
feelings hidden behind that perpetual impassiveness.

Cesare crossed his arms and smiled broadly.

“Even if I were taking you to sell you right now, would it matter?”

“…What?”

“Is it any different from being sold to Ezra? Or do you just dislike it
because I’m not a noble?”

“…”

Adèle’s eyes widened again, seemingly asking why he would say such
things. That innocent look was exactly to Cesare’s taste.
This was the proper relationship. The head of the Bonaparte family and a
shoe shiner. The one wielding power had to be him.

Cesare chuckled and leaned his chin on his arm, resting on the window sill.

“But unfortunately, today we’re just going to see another side of high
society. Also, I want to see how much you can act like a lady.”

“…”

At that moment, the carriage stopped. Before opening the door, Cesare
leaned over and grabbed the black mask from Adèle’s lap.

“Then now…”

He brought it to Adèle’s face.

“Bite.”

“…”

Her trembling amber eyes conveyed clear reluctance as she looked at

Cesare.

But Cesare pushed the fixing part of the Moretta mask into Adèle’s mouth,
which hadn’t even opened.

The characteristic of a Moretta mask is that it has no strings and is held by

biting a button or hook inside. The wearer cannot speak.

Adèle let out a small groan, and Cesare whispered softly.

“Make sure to bite it firmly so it doesn’t fall.”

***

Adèle reflexively looked around after stepping out of the carriage. She saw
well-maintained sandy paving stones and the top of the Santa Palermo bell
tower, located in the center of Fornatie.
‘This is… Delicia Street.’

Although not as grand as the streets lined with noble mansions and public
buildings, it was an expensive neighborhood.

Even though she had never been here as a shoe shiner or before, Adèle felt
slightly relieved.

Since it wasn’t Kimora, where one could indulge in all of Fornatie’s vices
like a buffet, it at least meant she wasn’t being sold off.

“It’s too early to feel relieved.”

A low voice came from beside her.

When she looked up, she met Cesare’s gaze. The cold lemon-gold eyes
under the white mask made her heart feel chilled.

‘…Why is he in such a bad mood?’

Cesare seemed different today. Even in the carriage, he seemed like

someone determined to unsettle Adèle.

‘…Because I’ve been following him? A shoe shiner dares to…?’

Just as she started to feel breathless, Cesare pulled her by the shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

It wasn’t an escort posture. Feeling the leather gloves on her shoulder,

Adèle looked at the building in front of her.

In front of her was a four-story stone building, built in traditional Santnar

style with many arches.

At the entrance stood men wearing bird-beak masks. They checked

something from the guests who appeared to be nobles before letting them
in.
‘It looks like an exclusive membership club…’

Adèle straightened her back. She didn’t know much, but it was clear this
was a place where she needed to behave like a lady.

Cesare led Adèle to the bird-beak masked men. One of them immediately
recognized Cesare and exclaimed.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been here!”

“That’s right.”

“Wow. Is she with you?”

The bird-beak mask glanced at Adèle. Seeing the narrow eyes peering
through the mask’s eye holes, Adèle flinched for a moment.

However, remembering what Cesare had said in the carriage, she met the
gaze arrogantly.

The bird-beak mask squinted his eyes.

“She’s beautiful and bold. You can feel her elegance even with the mask
on.”

“…”

Just as Adèle felt like he had licked his lips, Cesare spoke in an icy voice.

“Move.”

The bird-beak mask pretended to be exaggeratedly surprised and stepped

back.

“My apologies. But… she’s wearing a Moretta mask?”

“That’s right.”

The bird-beak mask chuckled.

“Understood. Have a pleasant evening.”

The bird-beak mask stepped aside. Cesare, still gripping Adèle’s shoulder,
led her inside the building.

As soon as they entered, Adèle was surprised. Right in front of the entrance
was a staircase leading down to a basement. Cesare guided her down the
stairs.

Through a cave-like darkness, the first thing she saw was a multi-tiered hall
resembling an amphitheater.

It appeared to be about six stories high, but it was hard to be certain in the
dim light. The only lights were small chandeliers here and there.

The entire hall was decorated with heavy velvet curtains, and loud,
discordant music echoed from somewhere.

On the round platform visible upon entry, many people were dancing.

Correction. They were either dancing or initiating courtship.

Everyone wore masks. Columbina, Arlecchino, Brighella, Gianni, Gato…

Brightly decorated masks painted in silver and adorned with opals floated in
the dark hall. It seemed they had discarded their tabards as their attire was
all luxurious. The strangeness made Adèle shrink back slightly.

“Don’t get distracted.”

Cesare gripped her shoulder again and walked along the edge of the hall.

The eyes of those around them followed Cesare. Adèle thought it looked
like a school of sardines moving away from a shark.

Cesare led them to a bar at the edge of the first-floor hall. The bartender,
wearing a bird-beak mask, greeted them.

“Order…”
“Glenkelan.”

Cesare cut him off. The bartender smiled without a hint of irritation.

“It’s a rare drink, not available at the first-floor bar. Could you wait for
three minutes?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.”

Both parties seemed very familiar with the situation. To hide her
awkwardness, Adèle sat beside Cesare, pretending to be at ease.

Cesare remained silent. He sat facing the hall with his back to the bar,
staring ahead indifferently.

Crossing his long, firm legs visible under the tabard, the women wearing
Columbina masks kept glancing at him.

“Moretta.”

Cesare finally spoke.

His cold golden eyes behind the bauta mask looked at Adèle.

“Watch closely. You might find a man you like.”

“…”

“I told you, didn’t I? If you want, I can help you out. It’s the same wherever
you go.”

Adèle silently bit down on the mask’s holding pin. She couldn’t refuse him
and nodded, looking ahead.

Cesare’s sharp laugh made her shiver. It sounded like a beast growling
lowly.
Adèle watched the dancing couple suddenly start touching each other’s
thighs.

Laughing couples. Entwined couples. Couples embracing and leaving the

hall. Loud laughter. Secretive hand movements exchanging drugs…

Before becoming a shoe shiner, she was an errand girl. She had frequented
opium dens and illegal casinos, so places like this weren’t unfamiliar.

But it was her first time here as a woman, so she couldn’t relax. Being a
woman in the underworld was never advisable.

‘…No matter what Cesare says, it’s better than that hell.’

It’s not that she wasn’t hurt by what he said in the carriage.

But he had come here with her. If he intended to sell her off, he would have
done it elsewhere without her present.

So, if anything happened to Adèle now, Cesare would step in to help his
sister.

Thinking this made everything okay.

For the first time in her life, Adèle felt a sense of being within someone’s
protection. That alone satisfied her.

Beside Cesare, Adèle no longer had to tremble against the whole world.
Even if his words cut her, it was heaven compared to her isolated past.

Only those who have experienced both extreme sorrow and joy would
understand.

‘…He probably wants to see me grovel like the first day. I might as well
humor him.’

With that thought, Adèle turned her head.

“…!”
Cesare’s seat was empty.
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Chapter 51

Adèle stood up abruptly and looked around. She couldn’t see Cesare’s tall
figure in the black tabard and tricorne among the people.

‘…No, it can’t be.’

It felt as if the warmth that had enveloped her had vanished instantly. Her
heart began to pound violently, and her mind became crystal clear, as if
doused in ice water.

She knocked on the bar table to call the bartender. The bartender, who had
been polishing a glass, responded cheerfully.

“Looking for the gentleman? He has left his spot.”

Left his spot… Adèle thought blankly.

“Because there’s a Moretta.”

Moretta. The name of the mask she was wearing. The bartender smiled
slyly with narrowed eyes.

“Oh dear. Didn’t you know the significance of a Moretta mask?”

“…”

“The original name of the Moretta mask is Moretta Muta. ‘Muta’ means
‘mute’. In high society, wearing this mask means…”

The bird-beak mask man grinned widely.

“It means you won’t say anything no matter what happens to you. Or it
could mean you want something to happen.”

Just as Adèle’s eyes widened, hands reached out from behind and grabbed
her.

***

Cesare climbed to the sixth floor using the secret stairs behind the bar. A
manager wearing a green Brighella mask and a long-tailed coat was waiting
for him.

“It’s a pleasure to see you here after such a long time.”

“Spare me the flattery.”

Cesare scoffed and tossed aside his hat and mask.

The sixth floor of the ‘Galeotto Club’, a night social club exclusively for
nobles, was a space solely for Cesare.

Most of those doing business in Fornatie borrowed business capital from

the Stellone Bank, so they each had a space reserved solely for Cesare.

“How about a ‘Francesca’?”

The manager offered a cigar box.

Cesare nonchalantly picked a cigar, cut the end, and lit it with a flintstone.
Soon, a spicy aroma-filled smoke rose in the air.

Cesare exhaled a faint sigh with the smoke. The manager smiled and looked
down to the first floor over the railing.

“But you brought a Moretta today.”

“It just happened.”

“Is that okay?”

“It’s something she has to experience sooner or later.”

Pouring himself a glass of Glenkelan, Cesare approached the railing, which

provided a clear view of the first floor.

Adèle was standing with her back to the bar, looking wary. She was as tense
as a cat with its fur bristled.

“The Moretta lady seems very nervous.”

“It’s an initiation. She should be.”

“Oh, she really came without knowing anything! How mischievous.”

The manager laughed obsequiously. Cesare remained silent, watching Adèle

with downcast eyes.

The ‘initiation’ involved making someone new to high society wear a

Moretta mask and tormenting them.

Although it was a perverse culture, one could never truly enter the center of
social circles without undergoing it.

Those from noble families generally knew about this to some extent. Adèle,
however, did not.

“…”

With a heavy gaze, Cesare watched Adèle as someone in the crowd took her
stole.

With the black sable fur stripped off, her smooth, white back was exposed.
Adèle reached out for the fur in embarrassment, but a man grabbed her
hand, causing her to recoil in surprise.

A woman pushed Adèle from behind, causing her to stagger. The move was
malicious.

As Adèle stumbled forward, another person took her hat.

Her intricately styled hair became disheveled. Although her face was hidden
by the black Moretta mask, her head, shaking as she looked around
nervously, clearly showed her confusion.

People seemed to notice that Adèle had truly come to the initiation unaware.

Even from a distance, Cesare could see Adèle breathing heavily in the midst
of the jeering crowd.

- Master, should I intervene?

Aegir’s voice came through a small communication stone embedded in his

boutonniere.

Looking around, Cesare saw Aegir wearing a Volto mask, blending into the
crowd. He was looking up, seeking permission.

- The young lady seems very distressed.

“…”

Cesare took a deep drag from his cigar. Adèle was staggering but still
holding on.

She didn’t seem to think about taking off the mask and crying or calling for
someone to protect her.

“Continue.”

-…

Aegir seemed to have something to say but fell silent.

The initiation continued.

A circle formed around Adèle, with people poking her, caressing her arms,
or startling her from behind. The level of harassment gradually escalated.
The excitement of the crowd was palpable even from the upper floor.
“…She’s unusually oblivious today.”

Cesare muttered to himself, holding a cigar and a glass of whiskey.

One would think she’d realize what it means to be the only one wearing a
Moretta mask in such a large hall. A woman usually quick-witted seemed
unusually slow today.

It was the same when she entered the hall.

She had caught everyone’s attention the moment she appeared. Yet she
didn’t even blink, maintaining her calm demeanor.

‘Is it because she’s never lived as a ‘woman’ before?’

Then, someone burst out from behind Adèle and pushed her with a large
belly. Adèle finally fell to the ground.

Due to the tight evening dress, she looked like a mermaid caught in a net.
Adèle slowly lifted her head. The golden eyes that had been so full of life
were now dulled by fear.

Everyone watching, including Cesare and the manager, fell silent for a
moment.

The sight inexplicably evoked a sense of omnipotence and pleasure. Like an

adult teasing a child with tales of monsters under the bed.

“…Ha. This is crazy.”

Cesare felt blood rush to his center and clicked his tongue in disbelief.

Fortunately, the tabard concealed it. If not, it would have been impossible to
hide. She was turning him into a deviant.

Realizing something, Cesare looked sharply at the manager beside him.

The manager, too, was staring at Adèle without moving. The eyes inside the
Brighella mask gleamed darkly as if possessed.
Seeing the bulge in the manager’s pants, Cesare didn’t hesitate to throw his
drink in his face.

“Argh!”

The manager’s temple burst open.

“Get lost if you don’t want to die. Before I cut it off.”

“My apologies…!”

Knowing his fault, the manager retreated while bleeding.

But even in his last moment, his gaze flicked back to Adèle.

Cesare ran a hand through his hair.

Damn it.

He came to feel better, but his mood only worsened.

Turning sharply, Cesare saw Adèle still on the ground. Men who seemed
slightly deranged were touching her shoulders or back. One was even trying
to unbutton her back. Thankfully, Aegir swiftly removed a man pretending
to strangle her.

Watching this, Cesare silently discarded his cigar. He had expected and
even desired this scene, yet it wasn’t enjoyable.

Despite repeatedly trying to get up and shaking off hands, Adèle didn’t call
for help. She was clearly scared but persisted.

Did she really think he had abandoned her?

Or was she too dignified to seek help from the head of the Bonaparte
family?

“…”
Tap. Taptaptap. Taptaptap.

His two fingers drummed rapidly on the railing. Realizing his hand’s
agitation, Cesare scoffed.

Gripping the railing with a veiny hand, Cesare glared down at Adèle.

Just admit it already.

Men are all the same, and you’re too naive to see reality.

So just cry, flee, or cling…

At that moment, Adèle, who had been lying on the ground, swiftly stood up
and backed up against a table along the hall’s perimeter.

There were bottles of alcohol on the table.

When Adèle’s gaze turned towards them, Cesare remembered the scissors
that had once been held to his throat.

“Aegir. Stop her from grabbing a bottle.”

- Yes.

Cesare, too, moved quickly towards the stairs leading to the first floor. He
hadn’t intended for bloodshed.

But contrary to his expectations, and without Aegir needing to intervene,

Adèle didn’t reach for the bottle.

Instead, she looked at the bottles, then at the crowd, and back at the bottles,
trembling with a look of distress. She looked like a herbivore too scared to
move.
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Chapter 52

“…”

Cesar, who was descending the stairs, unconsciously stopped. He recalled

the words spoken in the carriage.

“By the way, let’s see how ladylike my sister can be.”

A lady neither cries nor shouts recklessly nor runs around wildly. She would
never break a bottle to protect herself.

Cesar ran his hand through his hair with a low sigh.

“Needlessly stubborn.”

Perhaps because Adèle was trembling with genuine despair, no one

approached her any longer. The atmosphere, which had flared up like oil on
fire, cooled down.

Cesar, who had reached the first floor, slowly walked toward her. People
recognized him and cleared the way. Finally, Cesar reached Adèle.

As he got closer, Adèle’s appearance became clearer.

Her hair was disheveled, one of her shoulder straps had slipped down, and
she was breathing so hard that it wouldn’t have been surprising if she
fainted on the spot.

Her unfocused eyes were staring into space. She didn’t seem to notice his
presence.
“…”

The sight was far from pleasing.

Cesar frowned and sighed. His head throbbed.

“The lady wants to leave. Clean it up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, people wearing white Bauta masks

emerged from the crowd, controlling the area and clearing the way to the
entrance.

It was then that focus returned to Adèle’s eyes.

Her yellow eyes widened slowly, watching as the crowd that had refused to
budge quickly returned to their places.

“…”

Adèle, who had been staring blankly at the scene, eventually turned her
head towards Cesar.

…Isn’t it?

That was the question in Adèle’s eyes.

Cesar met her gaze with a humorless face. The deliberation was brief.

He was Cesar Bonaparte, and Adèle Bibi was a shoeshine girl. There was
no place in his world for him to explain his actions to appease a mere
shoeshine girl.

“I thought you were curious about high society, so I wanted to show you.”

Adèle’s eyes widened. Cesar gave the brightest smile he could muster.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Suddenly, tears began to fall from Adèle’s eyes.

It was abrupt and silent.

“…”

Cesar stopped smiling without realizing it. For a moment, he couldn’t

believe what he was seeing.

However, the tears falling from behind Adèle’s mask were real.

She cried endlessly, as if her soul had been wounded. Despair, betrayal, and
misery alternated in her eyes, reflecting the chandelier’s light.

Cesar had only one question.

Why?

This was the woman who had once brandished scissors at his throat. Being
from Kimora, she must have seen and heard a lot. Moreover, she had
always taken his teasing in stride until now. He thought she would just
frown and move on.

Cesar asked without realizing it, with a blank face.

“…Is this something to cry about?”

“…!”

At his words, Adèle clenched her fists tightly and ran out of the hall. Tears
splashed down from between the gaps in her mask.

“…I will escort the lady.”

Aegir, who had sprung from the crowd, immediately followed her.

Cesar watched the direction Adèle had disappeared to and then silently took
out a cigar. He lit it and stood still for a long time.

The image of the woman who had always remained composed, collapsing
at his words, lingered in his mind.
“…”

Cesar’s hand clenched the cigar tightly.

He felt more wretched, and he couldn’t understand why.

***

Adèle sat crouched in a dark alley behind the building, crying endlessly.

Despair filled her whole body, and shame seemed to burn it.

Cesar probably knew. That Adèle had been following him. Or even the deal
with Lucrezia.

It must have been a warning. If you overstep your bounds, I can throw you
into hell with just a flick of my finger.

“Haa…”

Adèle wept, holding back her sobs by sucking in air.

Did her desperate struggle to survive seem so laughable?

The most humiliating part was that she had actually believed for a moment.
That Cesar would protect her.

So she had really let her guard down. She didn’t even think about being
cautious. Because Cesar was there. Because she was his sister.

She had foolishly believed someone would protect her.

“Ugh… Ugh. Ugh…”

Adèle had prepared for death amidst all those hands. She had thought of
things more terrifying than death. Having lived at the bottom in Kimora,
death was never the worst for her.

Then she saw the bottle, and in that moment, Adèle had two choices.
Either commit suicide with it or resist to the end and be dragged to the
depths of hell.

But she couldn’t choose either.

Because she had to be ladylike… because Cesar had told her to. Just in
case. If this was his test, Adèle would lose the last thread of salvation.

Would he even know how she felt as she stared at the last bottle of
salvation, silently approaching hell?

A tearful laugh burst out.

Cesar would probably never know.

The head of the powerful Bonaparte family could never imagine the despair
of those at the bottom of society. He couldn’t even guess what it was like to
live a life not in one’s own hands, let alone experience it.

Tears filled the mask she hadn’t taken off and fell to the ground. Adèle
began to laugh while crying.

Look at this. I obey so well.

So there was no need to go this far. If he had just given a hint, she would
have gone back to being a compliant shoeshine girl…

Just then, she heard small footsteps nearby.

“…”

Startled, Adèle raised her head to see Aegir.

Seeing his more complicated than usual expression and the Bauta mask in
his hand, Adèle gave a bitter smile.

Aegir, who had been watching her with trembling blue eyes, took off his
tabard and wrapped it around her, saying,
“…He had me stationed nearby. There wouldn’t have been any real danger.”

At his words, Adèle leaned back and laughed loudly. She looked up at the
sky.

In the heavens and seas, the Goddess. On earth, Bonaparte.

Her new brother was so omnipotent that a mere shoeshine girl could neither
fathom nor should try to fathom his intentions.

Knowing this, she had still been momentarily entranced by a springtime

dream. They were nobles and never saw those below them as fellow
humans.

Fool! Foolish Adèle Bibi!

After laughing silently for a while, Adèle finally took off her mask.

When her face was revealed, Aegir flinched and pulled out a handkerchief
from his pocket.

Adèle silently accepted it and wiped her cheeks.

“Should I wash it and return it?”

“…No.”

“Alright.”

Adèle released her grip, and the handkerchief fluttered away into the dark
alley. Aegir watched it with a peculiar look.

“Let’s go back.”

“…”

At Adèle’s words, Aegir extended his arm. With a faint smile, Adèle
accepted his escort and left the alley.
When they returned to the building’s entrance, the carriage they had arrived
in was waiting.

And Cesar was standing in front of it.

The only thing unchanged was his black tabard. Without the Bauta mask,
his broad, beautiful face was clearly visible even in the dark.

Hearing their approach, he shifted his gaze. His cold, golden eyes met
Adèle’s.

He seems to be in a bad mood.

Adèle understood him. She walked up to him and quietly knelt down.

“…I apologize for not behaving ladylike.”

Looking into Cesar’s clear eyes, she noticed a slight frown.

She hadn’t realized it when he was always frowning and smiling, but now
that he was only frowning, she felt an overwhelming pressure to kneel
immediately.

Cesar scrutinized Adèle’s calm eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. His gaze was
as cold as ice.

“At least you understand.”

“I’m sorry.”

At his cold words, Adèle apologized. Even then, he did not immediately get
into the carriage but spoke in a chillingly indifferent voice.

“Were you disappointed that you couldn’t call Lucrezia? I would have
arranged a natural meeting.”
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Chapter 53

As expected, they knew everything. It must have been annoying to have

such an insignificant person lingering around.

Adèle smiled faintly.

“I’m sorry.”

“…”

No, I shouldn’t smile. It would look like I’m mocking him. Adèle returned
to a neutral expression.

“I’m sorry.”

“…”

“If you decide to punish me, I will accept it humbly.”

“…”

Cesare didn’t respond and got into the carriage. Adèle followed, and Aegir
escorted her before taking the driver’s seat.

The carriage started moving. Adèle looked at the receding buildings and
closed her eyes.

***

That night, Cesare dreamt of his grandmother.

In her younger days, his grandmother’s bronze hair was just starting to gray.

She grasped the shoulder of the seven-year-old Cesare, abandoned by his

parents, with a strong grip and said,

“Cesare, everyone…”

At that moment, the dream ended. Cesare awoke in his bedroom, where the
moonlight was veiled by clouds.

“…”

He blinked slowly and lay staring at the ceiling for a long time.

What a damned dream.

Cesare got up, rang the bell cord, and headed to the bathroom. As the head
of the household stirred, the Bonaparte mansion also began to wake.

After washing up and completing his early morning exercises with the
knights, he returned to find his aide, Gigi, waiting for him.

“I will go over today’s schedule… yawn…”

Gigi, who had low blood pressure, despised Cesare’s early rising habits.
Despite this, he had never been late or slept in, which was typical of Gigi.

While Cesare dressed with the help of his valet, Oliver, and maid, Jane, he
listened to Gigi’s report.

“At 11 o’clock, you have a meeting with the head of the wool guild, and for
lunch, you have a meal with Miss Adelaide…”

Hearing an unexpected name, Cesare paused while rolling up his sleeves.

“Isn’t today’s lunch with Laura Portduke?”

“You postponed it to have lunch with Miss Adelaide.”

He had forgotten. Cesare furrowed his brow.

Gigi, eyes still sleepy, twirled his pen.

“Shall I cancel it? It seems inconvenient.”

“Why would I be inconvenienced?”

“Not you, sir. The young lady. I heard she cried.”

“What’s the big deal if a shoeshine girl cried a bit?”

“Shall I cancel the lunch, then?”

“It would be quite amusing if word got out that the head of the Bonaparte
household went back on his word.”

“There wouldn’t be any rumors in the first place, would there? The
shoeshine girl wouldn’t reveal such things. It’s omertà, after all.”

Cesare straightened his cuffs in silence and dismissed the maid and valet.
As he headed to his office and sat at his desk, he spoke irritably.

“What is it you want to say?”

Gigi smiled awkwardly.

“…It’s just that she’s pitiful.”

As Cesare’s confidential aide, Gigi had heard about the events at the
‘Galeotto Club’ through the secret agents.

“She’s from Kimora, like me.”

Gigi shrugged lightly, though his dark eyes were uncharacteristically

sincere.

Cesare twirled his pen and spoke again.

“What’s the big deal about Kimora?”

Gigi chuckled.

“I assure you, sir, you can’t even imagine how miserable it can get for those
with neither family nor money.”

“Surely, I wouldn’t have ordered such things?”

“The very things you doubt are demanded in Kimora. All the worst things
you can imagine are there. And those without imagination are the first to die
in Kimora.”

“This isn’t Kimora.”

“That’s what makes it sadder. Why can’t I escape from there? Why can’t I
just be happy in this bright place?”

Gigi placed some documents on the desk, signaling he didn’t want to

continue the conversation.

Cesare noticed a faint fear and self-deprecation in Gigi’s calm words.

“…”

Cesare twirled his pen again.

Gigi Manfredi was sharp and calculative. He didn’t pity others lightly.

For Gigi to defend Adèle meant that what she had gone through was truly
unjust.

How do people live in that place, anyway?

Thinking it was just another neighborhood where people lived, Cesare

furrowed his brow and sighed.

He found it absurd to be worrying about such things while trying to fend off
the recently aggressive shipbuilding investments from Trevereum.
What a waste of time.

“Keep the lunch as planned. And send a letter to Lucrezia under Adèle’s
name.”

Cesare took out the blue stationery from Adèle and handed it to Gigi.

“Imitate her handwriting. Invite her to lunch.”

Gigi looked surprised.

“The person who has never had a meal with Lady Lucrezia…?”

“Because it’s unappetizing.”

But it was clear that Adèle had been circling him to build a good
relationship with Lucrezia.

The shoeshine girl was struggling to survive in her own way.

And Cesare needed to ensure Adèle’s smooth entry into high society.

He couldn’t meddle in the ladies’ circles, so having Lucrezia as an ally

would make it easier for Adèle to blend in.

He thought it was a reasonable compromise.

“How annoying…”

At Cesare’s mumbling, Gigi shook his head and tucked the letter away.

“Shall I ask Clerk Cora to handle it? Will that be alright?”

Cesare nodded. The dawn was breaking outside the window he had turned
his back to.

***
Around 11 o’clock, Cesare rode out from the Bonaparte mansion. His
knights and soldiers flanked him to guard him.

“Today, we’ll go to Santa Croce.”

Cesare said from atop his horse. The group immediately moved towards
Santa Croce Street.

Inspecting the streets of Fornatie every day at 11 a.m. was the duty of the
head of the Bonaparte family. It was to monitor the lives of the people. In
the republican system of Santnar, the power of the citizens could never be
ignored.

Therefore, Cesare rarely missed the morning inspections.

However, he had never gone to Kimora during these inspections.

He had been there only once since becoming the head of the family, taking
most of the Bonaparte soldiers with him.

He had thought it was an overreaction, but Eva had advised him as an elder,
so he had no choice.

Kimora. Fornatieé’s garbage dump.

It covered a fairly large area between Porto Niro and Porto Coium, but the
citizens of Fornatie avoided even going near Kimora.

The decaying buildings, the desolate atmosphere, and the heavy air filled
with danger were palpable from the street entrance.

Cesare’s impression of Kimora was no different.

A dirty and poor neighborhood.

How lazy must they be to not escape from there?

While continuing his inspection, Cesare spotted the Fornatie Public Library.
He realized the public library was quite far from Kimora.

Did that shoeshine girl walk all that distance just to read books?

What was she thinking?

There wouldn’t be any books on how to polish shoes more brilliantly, nor
would there be a schedule of when the head of the Bonaparte family would
come to shine shoes in San Salina Square.

“Sir?”

When he stood still for a long time, Gigi, who was riding a donkey beside
him, asked.

Cesare snapped out of his thoughts and said,

“Let’s go back.”

As he turned his horse around, the group followed him.

Riding back to the Bonaparte mansion, Cesare maintained a relaxed smile.

People smiled at him, peeked at him, or took off their hats to greet him.

That was Cesare’s role. To remain perpetually carefree and luxurious as the
head of the most prominent family in Santnar.

This was because the Bonaparte family wasn’t just a family of bankers and
merchants.

The Bonaparte family owned 1,500 small ships, 100 medium and large
ships over 600 tons, and 45 galleys. Along with the Sforza family, they
were the only ones with 1,000-ton ships.

This constituted one-third of the sailing vessels in the maritime state of

Santnar.
These ships were requisitioned as warships during wartime, making the
head of the Bonaparte family the strongest naval power in Santnar.

For such a person to leisurely roam the streets.

That was the biggest indication that Santnar was currently at peace.

“…”

However, Kimora would not be part of that peace. Probably.

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Chapter 54

“Gigi.”

“Yes.”

“When we return, look into whether any of the previous Buonapartes ever
established policies regarding Kimora.”

Gigi looked at Cesare, his response a bit delayed.

“Understood.”

When they returned to the Bonaparte mansion, it was noon. Cesare changed
his clothes and headed to the dining room. On the way, he received a report
from the butler, Ernst.

“Lady Lucrezia Della Valle has arrived.”

The old butler’s tone carried a hint of doubt.

“Yes, I invited her.”

Cesare reassured Ernst and then opened the dining room door.

At the end of the long mahogany table, two women were seated on either
side of the head seat.

“Ce-Ce-Cesare…”

One was the ever-foolish Lucrezia. The other was…

“Good morning, brother. Did you sleep well?”

His shoeshine-girl-turned-sister, Adèle.

Adèle was wearing a dark blue silk dress he had chosen for her. A ruby
necklace glittered brilliantly above the square neckline that revealed her
collarbones.

Her eyes were gentle. She even smiled at him, as if nothing had happened
between them.

However, Cesare noticed that her fair cheeks were slightly rough.

Did she cry all night?

Ignoring the thought, Cesare smiled.

“Peace be upon the goddess. Sorry to keep you waiting. The inspection took
a bit longer than expected.”

“N-No, it was… pleasant.”

The foolish Lucrezia stammered. Her cheeks were red, as they always were
when dealing with him.

“We were just talking about Miss Adelaide’s debut yesterday… You
attended, right?”

Lucrezia’s eyes sparkled. Cesare knew her purpose but still smiled as he sat
at the head of the table.

“Yes, it’s a necessary event if she wants to step into society.”

Cesare glanced at Adèle. Knowing that yesterday’s incident wasn’t entirely

his doing, he was curious about her reaction.

However, Adèle’s expression didn’t change much. Instead, she looked at

him with annoyingly soft eyes.
“Thanks to you, brother, I was able to get through it safely. I was a bit
nervous and embarrassed myself, but in hindsight, it was a good
experience.”

Cesare smiled with exasperation, finding it ridiculous.

“You were crying your eyes out for that.”

Adèle hesitated, lowering her eyes.

“I haven’t quite shed my country bumpkin ways yet… I’m just sorry.”

Her unusually quiet demeanor felt like a mockery to him.

The debut was a rite of passage necessary to become a member of the high
society.

He could have given her a heads-up, but he didn’t owe her any
consideration either.

Though it was a bit, just a bit more intense than a usual debut.

Cesare smiled bitterly and waved his hand. The servants began to bring in
the food.

The antipasti was grilled eggplant with lemon oil. As the meal began,
Lucrezia continued to pester like a mad squirrel.

“L-Lord Cesare… A-After lunch, how about a walk…?”

Every time Cesare wanted to flip the table and chase her out, he reminded
himself of the luncheon’s purpose and smiled at her.

“Sure. I should thank you for responding to Adelaide’s sudden invitation.”

Although he cleverly shifted the host of the invitation to Adèle, she didn’t
intervene, seemingly already aware.

“N-Not at all… I’m glad to become friends with Miss Adelaide…”

Lucrezia said with a pretty, silly smile towards Adèle.

“I’m really looking forward to your debut in society. There are many
wonderful ladies in society, but you must remember me, okay?”

Adèle smiled faintly at this.

“It’s my honor to ask. I’d appreciate your guidance. Although I can only
meet you at the Bonaparte mansion until my debut, I hope you understand.”

Lucrezia’s face brightened even more.

“Of course! That’s what friends are for, right? Gathering like this and
having conversations is my greatest joy.”

Listening to their conversation, Cesare’s dimples deepened.

She might be a woman crazy for love, but as a member of high society, her
message delivery was impeccable. This way, it was an unspoken agreement
not to bother Adelaide in the future.

The meal remained peaceful as all three had achieved their goals.

It seemed Cesare was the only one in a foul mood.

Cesare didn’t bother hiding it, maintaining a cold silence. For him, spending
time with Lucrezia was already a significant act of generosity.

Lucrezia seemed aware of this, as she asked kindly,

“What’s your schedule for the rest of the day? The Signoria meeting is
tomorrow, right? My father always talks about you when he returns from
the Signoria meetings, saying you always come up with ideas that shine like
mirrors in sunlight.”

“That’s very kind of him.”

“Are you holding a cavalcade for your birthday party this year as well?”
“We’ll see.”

The second course was poached salmon with thinly sliced potatoes and
green beans. The chef seemed to have put in extra effort, knowing Lucrezia
was coming.

The shoeshine girl, who must have lived on food scraps all her life, might
be surprised.

Cesare took advantage of the moment Lucrezia was searching for a new
topic and looked at Adèle.

Contrary to his expectations, Adèle was calmly and politely handling her
utensils.

She wore a faint smile, but that was all. There was no trace of the vitality he
had seen in her honey-colored eyes before.

Even when dessert was served, Adèle’s demeanor remained the same. She
picked at the cake for a few bites and then put down her fork.

“…”

Something inside him felt both cold and quietly boiling.

Cesare’s face became expressionless, and Lucrezia, noticing this, stopped

speaking to him.

After lunch, Lucrezia quietly headed towards the portico. She was a quick-
witted woman.

“It’s not good to overstay my welcome. I’ll leave with good memories and a
bit of regret.”

She said, gently taking Adèle’s hand. Her lavender eyes curved kindly.

“Miss Adelaide, I think we can become wonderful friends. Don’t you

agree?”
“Of course.”

Adèle replied calmly.

Lucrezia smiled brightly and looked at Cesare. Her white cheeks flushed
pink again.

“L-Lord Cesare, I had a wonderful time today…”

“…”

Cesare, who had been taking out a cigar, paused.

If he was going to do it, he should do it right.

He sighed and then leaned down, lightly kissing both of Lucrezia’s cheeks.

“Take care.”

“…!”

Despite his cold words, Lucrezia’s eyes swelled like bubbles. With a face
flushed red, she shouted,

“I-I will take good care of Miss Adelaide!”

Cesare, who had been cutting the end of his cigar, paused and frowned with
a smile. He needed to correct this.

“Assist, you mean.”

“Ah…! Yes! Assist…! I will assist her…!”

Lucrezia didn’t seem to care about the words. She climbed into the carriage
and left with a face as red as a ripe tomato.

Now only the two of them were left in the portico.

Lighting his cigar, Cesare looked at Adèle.

Adèle had watched him kiss Lucrezia’s cheeks and the Della Valle carriage
leaving with indifference.

However, when their eyes met, she quickly smiled sweetly.

“Thank you for inviting Miss Lucrezia. I’ve always wanted to speak with
her again.”

Cesare stared at her for a moment, then threw his cigar on the ground.

“What’s the problem?”

“Pardon?”

Cesare walked towards her with determined steps and stood right in front of
her.

Adèle flinched for a moment but then looked up at him calmly.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Hah.”

Cesare scoffed and leaned in.

Adèle didn’t avoid his approaching face. Her neat features, tinged with
sadness, still wore a smile.

He didn’t like that either.

Cesare lowered his gaze and whispered threateningly,

“I’m asking what’s the meaning behind your annoying attitude.”

Adèle, still smiling, replied like an automaton.

“Do you dislike my attitude?”

“You think I would like you acting like that?”

“If you tell me what you don’t like…”

“You’ll do as you’re told?”

“Yes.”
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Chapter 55

Cesare raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Are you an idiot?”

“If that’s what you prefer, I’ll act that way.”

Adèle Bibi responded calmly. Her eyes were unfocused. Not just unfocused,
but completely devoid of emotion, an inorganic gaze.

Cesare pulled a long smile to suppress his rising irritation. Even the old
raccoons of the Signoria had never annoyed him this much.

“Adèle Bibi.”

Cesare whispered, looking down at her with a frown.

“Let me ask you again.”

“Yes.”

“Was that something to cry about?”

“…”

Adèle hesitated slightly.

Cesare thought it would be better if Adèle got angry here. Or even cried like
yesterday.
At least that would be better than this wretched attempt to impersonate a
‘little sister.’

“…You’re right, brother.”

But Adèle Bibi smiled, beautiful and lifeless as if stamped from a mold.

“I overreacted. It’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t have…”

Only in the last sentence did her eyes reveal a hint of sarcasm, probably her
only genuine feeling.

But she quickly erased her emotions and gently placed her hand on Cesare’s
chest.

“You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

“…”

Cesare involuntarily smiled fiercely.

Adèle Bibi was not the kind of woman to act like this. If anything, she
would grab him by the collar.

So, what was the big deal about some teasing?

If it bothered her so much, she could have called him right away or whined
about it. Or at least pretended to be weak.

Why couldn’t this troublesome and prideful woman take the easy path and
instead chose to irritate him this way?

His eyes grew fiercer as his thoughts continued. Adèle, seeing his face,
smiled clearly and stepped back.

“If there’s something you don’t like, I’ll fix it. Don’t be too angry. I’ll do
my best to meet your expectations from now on, so don’t worry.”
Feeling a strange emptiness where her hand had been, Cesare irritably
brushed his clothes.

“My little sister seems to find it easy.”

“Because it’s what you told me to do.”

“You’d even sleep if I told you to.”

“Of course.”

Cesare was taken aback by her unexpected response.

Adèle tilted her head, as if puzzled by his reaction.

“I’ll sleep if you tell me to.”

“…”

Cesare’s face gradually became expressionless at her calmly delivered

words.

It was so obvious that he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before.

Adèle would eventually be tied to Ezra because Cesare wanted it that way.

The shoeshine girl before him, not knowing what he was thinking, simply
watched him.

A stupid shoeshine girl who cried just because she was among a crowd
might fall for Ezra’s slick appearance.

The shoeshine girl who hated being pushed into bed so much she almost
brought out a razor blade.

The one who, though terrified enough to cry, never leaned on him.

Adèle Bibi.
“…That’s really…”

In a heavy, sharp voice that seemed to be addressed to no one in particular,

Cesare sneered.

“Disgusting.”

“…”

For a moment, Adèle’s eyes blurred, but only briefly. She smiled dryly and
said,

“…I’m sorry. I’ll try to fix that too.”

***

After sending Cesare away, Adèle stood in the middle of her room, staring
blankly. Then she suddenly staggered.

“My lady.”

Aegir quickly supported her.

“I’m fine.”

Adèle shook her head and pushed Aegir away. The red-haired Bracciere
stepped back, his beautiful blue eyes frowning.

Adèle sat on the long sofa, catching her breath.

“Disgusting.”

Her eyes started to feel hot. She closed them, curled up, and bit her lip hard.

It wasn’t surprising, was it? To Cesare Bonaparte, a shoeshine girl would be

just that.

Even while carrying out his orders, she was a disgusting existence.
It wasn’t surprising. Really.

“…”

After catching her breath for a long time, Adèle slowly stood up.

When she looked up, Aegir was watching her silently, his face heavy with
concern.

Adèle smiled softly at him.

“Shall we practice the waltz? I still have a lot to learn to become a proper
lady.”

02. Quando m’en vo

Geneviève Malatesta was in a foul mood since morning.

I’ll be taking a different carriage today. Sorry.

- Lucrezia Della Valle.

Lucrezia, who had been out of touch recently, had sent a letter saying she
wouldn’t be riding with Geneviève today. And on such a day!

“That damn girl betrayed me?! After all I’ve done for her!”

Geneviève fumed as she stood at the portico waiting for another family’s
carriage.

Her maid, Emery, tried to soothe her.

“My lady, don’t be so upset. It’s just a carriage ride.”

Geneviève shot her a sharp look.

“Are you joking, Emery? Do you know what today is?”

“Well…”
“It’s Lord Bonaparte’s birthday celebration! And she wants me to ride in a
cramped carriage with four people! Is Lucrezia out of her mind?”

Geneviève recalled Cesare Bonaparte’s first birthday celebration after

becoming the head of the family.

It was a nightmare. The narrow streets of Fornatie were clogged with

carriages. It seemed like everyone in Santnar had brought out their
carriages.

“Where did all these carriages come from?”

People from not only the northern island but also the southern island had
come up to celebrate Cesare’s birthday, so the traffic was worse than usual.

There was nowhere to park the carriages, so some parked on the streets, and
those who parked far had to walk to the mansion, sweating.

Attending Cesare’s birthday celebration was mandatory, even if it meant

enduring such inconvenience.

Opportunities to connect with Cesare were rare. Though he was a dominant

figure in society, he approached and seduced ladies on his terms, enjoyed
the night, and then disappeared.

After the traffic nightmare of the first year, Cesare came up with a clean
solution.

“Everyone must ride a single carriage with four people. I’ll make an
exception for the Priory family.”

The nobles were outraged. So Cesare offered another option.

“Then I’ll just celebrate with my family, and everyone else can relax at
home.”

Reluctantly, the nobles had to pair up in groups of four and ride in a single
carriage.
It was rare for families to ride together. Due to the sheer number of
carriages, it took ages to get through the checkpoints.

High-ranking officials, except the Priory, chose to ride with other high-
ranking officials to quickly pass through the main gate. Those without titles
naturally fell to the back of the line.

Attendants or maids followed separately on donkeys and sent the donkeys

back at the Bonaparte mansion’s gate.

Geneviève had never ridden in a ‘4-person carriage’ before. She was

Lucrezia’s closest friend.

Lucrezia, as the daughter of Luca Della Valle, the current Prior, could use
an entire carriage without interference.

So, during these grand parties, Geneviève would ride in the Della Valle
carriage.

“But why the sudden change? It’s all because of that Adèle…!”

“My lady!”

Emery hurriedly covered Geneviève’s mouth.

It was a presumptuous action, but Geneviève herself was surprised and

looked around.

“…No one heard, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

Emery let go and wiped her sweat.

“But you should be careful. That name is a hot topic these days.”

“I know!”

Geneviève shouted irritably and sighed.

“But it’s still annoying…”

Adelaide Bonaparte. Lucrezia had probably gone to her.

Geneviève bit her crimson-painted lips.

“Even though she’s a Bonaparte, she’s from the countryside. She probably
didn’t receive proper education. Why is everyone making such a fuss?”

“But I heard she’s very beautiful.”

“Do you believe what men say? Really?”

Just then, a carriage appeared in the distance. It was from the Foscari
family.

“A carriage is coming! Smile. And don’t talk about such things in the
carriage. Got it?”

Emery quickly arranged Geneviève’s dress. Geneviève grumbled but

smiled.

“I’ll be going. Follow closely, Emery.”

“Yes. I’ll follow shortly.”

[Note]

Quando m’en vo: “Quando m’en vo” or “Musetta’s Waltz” is an aria from
the opera “La Bohème” by Giacomo Puccini. In English, the phrase
“Quando m’en vo” translates to “When I go along” or “When I walk”. This
aria is sung by the character Musetta in the second act, where she sings
about how people admire her beauty and how it makes her feel powerful
and desirable.
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Chapter 56

Geneviève climbed into the carriage. Inside, three other ladies were already
seated.

“Peace be upon the goddess. Lady Geneviève.”

Saoirse Foscari, leading the others, greeted her. Geneviève returned the
greeting and took her seat.

Geneviève glanced around.

‘Look at these girls. They’re all dressed up like peacocks just to catch Lord
Cesare’s eye.’

Geneviève’s sharp eyes scanned them up and down, appraising their outfits.
The dresses, adorned with expensive gold lace, made her feel spiteful.

‘They probably haven’t seen meat on their dinner table for weeks to afford
those dresses. How extravagant.’

Geneviève thought as she fiddled with her own dress.

The Malatesta family wasn’t particularly wealthy. Her dress, made dazzling
only by reusing all the lace from old ones, now felt irritating.

As she maintained a forced smile, Saoirse Foscari spoke up.

“The streets are festive as always today. Everyone looks happy.”

Another lady responded.

“They say they handed out wine to the elders, meat to the young, and candy
to the children. Even the food at the stalls is supported by the Bonaparte
family.”

“It seems Lord Cesare enjoys this kind of atmosphere. The previous Lords
Bonaparte celebrated their birthdays more modestly.”

“I prefer the current way.”

“You just want the Solroxan porcelain given to all the ball attendees, don’t
you?”

“Oh my. You caught me! But really, when else would we get Solroxan
porcelain?”

The ladies giggled. Then someone narrowed their eyes and lowered their
voice.

“But… have you heard?”

This signaled the start of a secret conversation. Everyone opened their fans
to cover their lips. Geneviève half-opened her fan made from carved ivory.

“They say Lady ‘Adelaide Bonaparte’ is officially debuting today.”

A pair of lips said. Another pair of lips responded.

“Isn’t it curious? A sister who never existed suddenly appears as soon as the
agreement with the Della Valle family surfaces.”

“It’s natural to have such suspicions.”

“But someone saw Lord Cesare and Lady Adelaide on Bella Stella Street.
They said Lord Cesare was very kind and gentle with her?”

“And lately, he’s been inviting Lady Lucrezia to the Bonaparte mansion
instead. I wish someone would explain what’s going on.”
“I believe they are truly blood-related. They say Lord Cesare has already
spent over 5 billion gold on her in Bella Stella Street alone. Would he do
that if they weren’t real siblings?”

“Well, that’s true…”

“And she’s said to be incredibly beautiful, isn’t she?”

The whispers continued. But since little was known about ‘Adelaide
Bonaparte,’ the rumors were mostly empty and speculative.

Lacking anything substantial to gossip about, the conversation soon shifted

to other topics.

The lips that had scraped the bottom of old social gossip grew bored and
folded their fans.

“This procession never seems to shorten.”

“Next time, I might wear pants and ride a horse here.”

“Oh my. Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“But if you wear pants… it’s hard to take them off, isn’t it?”

“Oh my.”

With naughty and playful laughter, the conversation regained its vigor.

The carriage finally reached the front gate after a long wait, passed the
inspection, and stopped in front of the outer palace of Bonaparte.

“Oh! That was a long ride. See you all later.”

The ladies scattered, each finding their escort who had ridden alongside the
carriage on horseback to enter the venue together.
Geneviève also went in search of her escort. Since she didn’t have a lover,
her brother Giuseppe Malatesta would be escorting her.

“Giuseppe!”

“Ah, Geneviève.”

It wasn’t hard to spot Giuseppe with his ridiculous curly orange hair.

‘Lucrezia has such pretty straight hair, why is our family stuck with this
curly mess?’

Geneviève grumbled inwardly as she approached Giuseppe.

“Make sure you escort me properly.”

Giuseppe’s face crumpled.

“Is that any way to talk to your brother?”

“If you’re upset, find someone else to enter with.”

Giuseppe fumed, but Geneviève, knowing he had no other ladies to enter

with, just smirked. However, Giuseppe quickly changed his expression and
grinned.

“Looks like even Lady Lucrezia got tired of your personality. You rode
separately from her today, didn’t you?”

“What?”

“I always wondered why someone like Lady Lucrezia would hang around
with you. Looks like she finally saw sense.”

“Have you finished talking?”

Just as Geneviève was about to pounce on him, their turn to enter arrived.

“You’ll pay for this!”

Geneviève glared, but Giuseppe whistled and looked away.

The siblings composed themselves and approached the entrance to the ‘Hall
of Aria.’ The announcer glanced at them and then called out.

“Lady Geneviève Malatesta! Sir Giuseppe Malatesta!”

The siblings entered with smiles as if they hadn’t just been fighting.

The ‘Hall of Aria,’ the largest ballroom in Fornatie, was already bustling
with guests. Some glanced at their entrance before returning to their
conversations.

As soon as they entered the ballroom, Giuseppe poked Geneviève in the

side.

“Hey, Jeanne. So, where’s Lady Lucrezia?”

“Huh! Are you still after Lucrezia? She sees you as nothing more than a
hairy sardine!”

“You never know. Now, show me the way.”

“I don’t know where she is either!”

Annoyed, Geneviève pulled her arm away.

“I’m going to talk with the ladies. Do whatever you want. Just don’t be late
when we leave.”

“Hey…!”

Ignoring his voice, Geneviève pushed through the crowd.

He was such an embarrassing brother. If only Cesare were her brother

instead! How lucky Adelaide must be to have Cesare as her brother. And
why were there so many people here?
With even the southern island folks attending, she bumped shoulders with
someone every few steps.

Geneviève finally found a group of ladies sitting on a chaise longue at the

edge of the ballroom.

One of them recognized her and greeted her.

“Peace be upon the goddess. Lady Geneviève, you’re here too?”

“Peace be upon the goddess!”

Geneviève replied, adjusting her loosened hair ornament. She looked

around but didn’t see Lucrezia.

“Have you seen Lady Lucrezia?”

At Geneviève’s question, the ladies’ expressions turned subtle. One of them

slightly curled her lips and replied.

“I thought you’d know better, but I see you came separately today?”

Oops. Geneviève smiled brightly.

“Yes! Lady Lucrezia said she would be late, so I came ahead.”

“Oh my. Then I must have been mistaken when I saw the Della Valle
carriage arrive earlier.”

“…!”

Geneviève’s face turned red. The ladies giggled.

‘They never said a word properly when Lucrezia was around…’

But with Lucrezia nowhere in sight and not wanting to be a wallflower,

Geneviève swallowed her pride and forced a smile.

“Maybe Lady Lucrezia was being considerate and told me otherwise…”

“Of course.”

The ladies giggled again, and the gentlemen who had hoped to catch a
glimpse of Lucrezia looked slightly disappointed.

“By the way, it’s even more splendid this year. They must have redone all
the decorations.”

One lady remarked, prompting a gentleman to bow and respond.

“I heard the Stellone Trading Company’s import volume increased last

month.”

“Ah, the ‘Eva’ arrived from Solrox?”

“Yes. With a 1,000-ton ship, the cargo must be immense.”

“The market will be bustling again. As expected of Stellone.”

“There’s no competing with them now. Look, even the Duke of Sforza from
the southern island is here?”

At that, everyone turned their gaze to the far end of the ballroom. Among
the crowd, a rare face passed by.

“The Duke of Yvrea is here too. Wow.”

“Among the Priory, only the Duke of Mudo is absent?”

“The Duke of Mudo has been troubled with his child recently… But he did
send a letter, I heard.”

Geneviève listened to the conversation, still searching for Lucrezia. But

Lucrezia was nowhere to be seen.
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Chapter 57

‘Where is she? If she arrived early, she should have at least greeted me.’

There are different tiers even among the nobility. Landowners without
significant assets or titles aren’t highly regarded. To be well-respected
among the discerning nobles, one needed to own ships, preferably a trading
company, or hold a significant position in the council or bureaucracy.

The best status was, of course, to be like Cesare, holding a high position in
the council while owning a large trading company and land in Fornatie.

The Della Valle family was not of low status either, being a current Priory
family. Geneviève was used to mingling with such people because she was
Lucrezia’s closest friend.

‘Hurry up and save me from these riffraff…!’

Just then, the announcer standing at the door inside the ballroom moved. It
was the entrance for the host.

“He’s coming!”

Someone whispered. Soon, the announcer shouted.

“Cesare Bonaparte has arrived!”

Everyone in the ballroom, as if on cue, stopped their conversations and

turned their bodies. The atmosphere naturally grew silent.
Cesare, dressed in a dark blue suit, entered the ballroom with heavy,
rhythmic footsteps.

Unlike his usual demeanor, he wore a cold smile. The slightly sharp
atmosphere made the onlookers’ hair stand on end.

However, despite the chilly air, Cesare still looked incredibly striking.

His ocean-like shoulders shone more than usual in his perfectly fitted suit.

When he stood still, the clean lines remained intact, but when he moved, the
fabric revealed the meticulously filled muscles beneath.

It was almost a pity that such a young and strong body was wrapped in fine
wool, but the ladies all wore satisfied smiles.

“He looks so handsome as always. Lord Cesare.”

“Yes, look at those… thighs.”

“I wonder if he plans to have another night out.”

The bold ladies of Fornatie whispered behind their fans, their eyes scanning
Cesare from head to toe.

The gentlemen, who had chosen overly decorated clothes to appear larger,
adjusted their sleeves with reddened faces.

Cesare walked to the center of the high table where the string quartet was
playing and received a magical stone to amplify his voice from his aide,
bringing it to his lips.

His predatory golden eyes swept over the crowd with weight. He soon
revealed his dimples and smiled softly.

“Dear nobles, council members, officials, gentlemen, ladies, and even those
elderly folks who just enjoy coming to these events.”

Laughter broke out here and there. Cesare also chuckled, lowering his gaze.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence. I am Cesare Bonaparte.”

Applause followed. The people listened attentively to the smooth, low voice
delivering the opening speech.

Cesare wasn’t one to drone on about authority. His opening remarks were
brief, and the people were eagerly waiting to see the reality behind the
rumors.

Cesare did not disappoint. He paused for a moment at the end of his speech
and added,

“As many of you may already know, I have a sister.”

“…!”

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Cesare waited until the murmuring subsided, then spoke in a low, strong
voice.

“Tonight, I will introduce my sister, who has already made waves in society
by name alone. Please welcome her kindly.”

Soon, the door at the back opened, and a woman walked in.

***

In Fornatieé’s most beautiful and spacious ballroom, the Bonaparte’s ‘Hall

of Aria,’ people’s eyes could not leave the two blue chaise lounges placed at
the head of the room.

On one side sat Lucrezia Della Valle, demure and composed.

She wore a dress lavishly adorned with white chiffon and a headpiece made
of carved pearls and coral.

Lucrezia, who exuded a serene, moonlit elegance, was skillfully engaging

with four gentlemen while simultaneously observing Cesare as he
conversed with others in the ballroom.

Next to her sat the much-rumored ‘Adelaide Bonaparte.’

Unlike Lucrezia, Adelaide’s posture was relaxed. Leaning against the

armrest of the chaise longue, she lazily tapped her lips with a fan adorned
with black metallic lace.

Unable to secure a spot beside her, the gentlemen hovered around her, eager
to catch her eye.

Everyone was desperate to gain Adelaide’s attention.

“You’re from Capolo, you say?”

One gentleman asked, to which Adelaide responded with a noble yet

moderately indifferent smile.

“Yes. Are you familiar with it?”

“It’s a place with beautiful scenery. A distant relative of mine has a villa in
Capolo. Had I known you were there, I would have sought a meeting.”

“As you know, until three months ago, I was just a country girl. Hardly
someone a gentleman would take the time to meet.”

“Do you really think so?”

The gentleman reached out his hand. Adelaide, with a bored smile, offered
her hand.

The gentleman kissed the back of Adelaide’s hand.

“With such refinement, how could you ever be a country girl? Some things,
like a needle in a pocket, simply cannot be hidden.”

“You flatter me, sir. Are you mocking a debutante?”

“If I have spoken any falsehoods, may I be cast into the flames of hell right
now. Every word I have spoken to you carries my sincere heart.”

“Such a noble gentleman would surely be missed by the ladies of Fornatie if

he were to be thrown into the flames. I appreciate your kind words.”

“If you would allow me to…”

Before the gentleman could continue, Adelaide withdrew her hand. She
resumed fanning herself, now looking disinterested.

It wasn’t the appropriate attitude during a conversation, but the gentlemen,

like observers of a stretching cat, didn’t interrupt her.

Geneviève Malatesta watched this scene from afar. Her crimson eyes had
been fixed on Adelaide since her entrance.

The emotion Geneviève felt wasn’t jealousy but frustration.

‘Why am I not there!’

She couldn’t even dream of being as beautiful. Adelaide Bonaparte’s beauty

was unmatched.

Adelaide had beautiful dark green hair, which shone like newly discovered
black pearls when it caught the light.

She wore an evening dress of black with a green sheen, perfectly

showcasing her figure.

She had a large bust, a slim waist, and wide hips. On top of that, she was
tall and slender! It was maddening.

Her beauty, in contrast to Lucrezia’s grace, appeared even more abundant

and sensual.

Since Adelaide’s arrival, every man in the ballroom was busy craning their
necks to catch a glimpse of her, like roosters at dawn.
Her immediate retreat to the chaise longue after the grand march with
Cesare, without dancing, had certainly contributed.

Who wouldn’t be tempted by a beautiful lady no one had yet conquered?

‘That Lucrezia! If she knew such a woman, she should have introduced me
earlier!’

Making connections with famous socialites to elevate her own value was
Geneviève’s survival strategy.

In that sense, Adelaide was someone Geneviève absolutely had to befriend.

Others seemed to think similarly, or perhaps they were simply entranced by

her beauty, as more gentlemen gathered around Adelaide and Lucrezia.

‘…This won’t do!’

After pacing in place, Geneviève finally stood up.

“Larks of Fornatie! Geneviève must leave you briefly to converse with a

friend!”

The ladies who had courteously seated Geneviève weren’t surprised by her
announcement.

Instead, they nodded knowingly, their eyes slightly expectant.

“Lady Geneviève, are you going to Lady Lucrezia?”

“Yes! That’s the plan!”

“Could you pass on our greetings?”

“Of course?”

“We hope to chat again before the ball ends.”

Geneviève nearly scoffed. They must have been just as curious about
Adelaide.

Their reliance on each other, unable to attach themselves properly, was

pathetic.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure!”

Geneviève smiled and turned away.

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Chapter 58

“Excuse me, coming through!”

As Geneviève pushed through the crowd, she got a better view of Adelaide
and Lucrezia.

‘Damn it. She’s unbelievably pretty. How can someone be born with a face
like that?’

It was the same shock she felt when she first saw Cesare. The unfairness of
the gods was palpable.

‘But Lucrezia, could it be that she’s planning to ditch me now that she has
Adelaide?’

Feeling uneasy, Geneviève approached the chaise lounge.

Fortunately, Lucrezia spotted Geneviève and her face lit up. She tapped
Adelaide’s hand.

“Adelaide, may I introduce my friend, Lady Geneviève?”

Adelaide turned to look at Geneviève.

‘Damn it!’

Geneviève swore inwardly the moment their eyes met.

‘How can someone be so beautiful? Damn it!’

Geneviève’s cheeks flushed, perhaps due to Adelaide’s slightly bored
expression and androgynous features.

Standing before Adelaide, Geneviève resolved to demand that Emery curl

her hair like Adelaide’s as soon as she got home.

Adelaide smiled faintly.

“Peace be upon the goddess. I am Adelaide Bonaparte.”

Geneviève almost sighed at the sound of her voice, which rippled like the
babbling of a brook.

Not just her face, but her voice was also enchanting.

“Peace be upon the goddess! I am Geneviève Malatesta. I came to greet my

friend Lady Lucrezia, and it’s an honor to speak with you as well, Lady
Adelaide!”

Adelaide’s eyes curved gently.

“Thank you for approaching me first. Would you like to join our
conversation? The gentlemen were just sharing some delightful stories.”

The gentlemen, whose conversation had been interrupted, smiled

reluctantly.

But Geneviève quickly nodded.

“It would be an honor!”

“Then, Lady Geneviève, you may sit beside me.”

Lucrezia said with a smiling face. In social circles, it was customary to

leave the seat next to the most important person until last.

‘It seems Lucrezia has attached herself to Lady Adelaide.’

Geneviève was about to move to the chaise lounge next to Lucrezia when
Adelaide spoke.

“No, sit beside me.”

Lucrezia’s eyes widened. Geneviève was also surprised and at a loss for
words.

Adelaide smiled like a charming devil and looked at Lucrezia.

“Shouldn’t someone else sit beside Lady Lucrezia? Perhaps the person
whose birthday it is today?”

“Oh…”

Lucrezia’s cheeks flushed a sweet peach color.

“Lady Adelaide, you are so kind…”

Geneviève quickly understood how their friendship had formed.

‘Lady Adelaide must be helping Lucrezia with her love.’

Regardless, she couldn’t miss this opportunity. Geneviève swiftly took the
seat next to Adelaide.

Adelaide, who had been lounging like a lazy cat, graciously adjusted her
posture to make it easier for Geneviève to sit.

Some of the gentlemen, stifling their displeasure, made snide comments.

“Looks like a cuckoo has laid an egg in the nest we were eyeing.”

“Lady Adelaide, have you ever seen a cuckoo? They are quite voracious
creatures.”

Geneviève, expecting such reactions, smiled calmly while swallowing her

discomfort.
Then Adelaide spoke.

“Well, I find the lark that has come to sit beside me very charming and
lovely. If you gentlemen feel differently, would you kindly leave?”

Everyone, including Geneviève, was astonished by Adelaide’s cold yet

elegant dismissal.

Her manner and tone were refined, but it was a very direct order to leave.

“Lady Adelaide, I’m fine…”

Geneviève murmured, but Adelaide lifted her head and looked at the two
gentlemen who had mentioned the cuckoo. Her gaze had turned icy.

“Did you not hear me?”

The gentlemen, looking flustered, tried to offer weak resistance.

“…Lady Adelaide, it was merely a jest in the style of the social circle.”

“Indeed! We didn’t mean to target Lady Geneviève…”

“Your jest is not amusing. I can see you think I’m an idiot.”

Adelaide’s tone turned haughty in an instant. It was a sudden change, but it

suited her surprisingly well.

She glanced at the gentlemen with a look as cold as ice, then shifted her
gaze toward the crowd as if measuring Cesare’s position.

The gentlemen quickly retreated. No one wanted to get on Cesare

Bonaparte’s bad side.

Adelaide watched them go with a small, devilish smile and turned to

Geneviève.

“Don’t mind those foolish men, Lady Geneviève.”

“Oh…”

Geneviève felt a swell of gratitude.

‘There were countless times like this when I was with Lucrezia, but she
never stood up for me like this…’

Though Geneviève knew Adelaide’s stance came from Bonaparte’s power,

she couldn’t help but feel a rising sense of betrayal towards Lucrezia.

“Thank you, Lady Adelaide…!”

“You’re welcome.”

The gentlemen, seeing their rivals leave, resumed their conversation,

seemingly pleased. Geneviève, who had developed a fondness for Adelaide,
listened in on their talk.

“…But the waters around Santnar don’t have the shallow seas conducive to
marine life. Except for the northwest face near Orqueenia.”

“You’re well-informed. The lack of large shrubs for shipbuilding also plays
a part. So maintaining good relations with Solrox is essential…”

“Have you heard that the Portdukein Trading Company from Trevereum has
contacted Solrox?”

“But they couldn’t meet the Thunderlord in person. And besides, only we
know about the new continent beyond the Mare Clausum (Closed Sea).”

“Still, we can’t be complacent, can we? Trevereum is trying to encroach on

our Mare Nostrum (Our Sea).”

“Indeed, a struggle for maritime dominance is inevitable. It seems your

brother has some thoughts on the matter.”

“I’ve heard the Stellone Trading Company is constructing many galleons to

bolster naval power?”
“That’s a difficult question to answer. I hope you understand.”

“Of course. Please don’t feel any obligation from my intrusive question.”

“Thank you.”

“…”

The problem was, Geneviève had no idea how to join this conversation.

‘What kind of talk is this…’

Looking beside her, she saw Lucrezia seamlessly engaging in this difficult
conversation.

She knew the Della Valle family was originally a scholarly family, and
Lucrezia’s academic prowess was well-known, but she didn’t expect
Adelaide to be so knowledgeable as well.

While no one paid attention to Geneviève, one gentleman shrugged and

said,

“This is not just because Lady Adelaide is here, but Lord Cesare’s
capabilities are truly impressive. One would almost think someone is
guiding him.”

Adelaide smiled slightly.

“So, the wolf, the lion, and the leopard.”(1)

When she said that, everyone laughed. Geneviève, not understanding the
joke, awkwardly followed suit.

“Maybe we are the wanderers, and Lord Cesare is the guiding poet, St.
Maro.”

“My brother would be pleased to hear that.”

“Really?”
“Well, perhaps not. Shall I keep that pleasure to myself?”

The people laughed again. One gentleman, smiling slickly, said,

“Lady Adelaide, your knowledge is truly impressive. Not to mention, your

elegance and demeanor set an example for all nobility. Surely, you received
excellent education from a young age.”

Adelaide didn’t respond for a while. She remained silent long enough for
those around to notice, then lowered her eyes and smiled.

“You must see me as Beatrice.”

The man who mentioned the cuckoo had a wry smile and turned back to
Adelaide. “Now, it is our great honor to be able to sit and speak with
someone so learned and wise.”

Adelaide gracefully inclined her head, acknowledging the compliment.

“Your words are too kind. But I am merely a student of many fine
teachers.”

Geneviève felt completely out of her depth. Even though she was somewhat
aware of the Bonaparte influence, it was startling to witness it firsthand.
She understood that attaching herself to Adelaide was a strategic move.

As the conversation shifted back to politics and commerce, Geneviève

found herself lost once more. She admired Adelaide’s grace and knowledge,
which made her even more determined to be in her favor.

[Footnote]

1) In Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” Dante encounters three beasts: a leopard, a

lion, and a wolf, representing different dangers. The surrounding nations of
Santnar, Trevereum, Orqueenia, and Solrox are symbolized by the leopard,
lion, and wolf respectively. It’s a clever reference to how Dante, guided by
the poet Virgil, navigated through the dark forest.
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Chapter 59

“There’s no doubt that my tongue is trembling and frozen, unable to look

up.”(1)

“But I am different from Beatrice. I can sit by clear, cool, sweet waters (2)
or enjoy a boat ride with a gentleman by the pier. (3)”

The gentleman’s face brightened.

“You have read Giovanni and Francesco?”

“It’s been a long-standing hobby.”

“Which work did you like the most?”

Adelaide burst into laughter as if she had heard a delightful joke.

The sound of her laughter, as clear and beautiful as rolling pearls, drew the
attention of everyone around.

Even Cesare, who was conversing with the head of the Sforza family who
had come up from the northern island, turned his body.

“Can one discuss Francesco and Giovanni without mentioning ‘My Secret’
and ‘Decameron’?”

It was a magical phrase that caused gentlemen, who knew only Durante as a
basic qualification of Fornatie nobility, to feign ignorance.
Only one gentleman, who had read both Giovanni and Francesco, knelt
before Adelaide with an awestruck expression.

“You said you are not Beatrice, but to me, you appear as if you came with
an olive wreath on a white veil.”

“I cannot guide you to the eternal feast of blessings.”

“If it’s where you are going, even if it’s not the pure stream4) but
Judecca5), I will follow.”

“Well, you might want to talk to my brother about that.”

“The ladies of Fornatie all have the right to choose and claim the gentleman
they desire.”

Adelaide smiled at the gentleman. He swallowed hard. She spoke quietly.

“Do you think I would want you?”

The gentleman swallowed hard again. Geneviève thought he looked as if he

had already given half his soul to Adelaide.

“…I hope you would want me.”

Then, Adelaide shifted her gaze to the space behind the gentleman.

“I would like to answer, but the wings of the king of hell are approaching
us.”6)

A large shadow fell over the kneeling gentleman.

“Adelaide.”

It was Cesare Bonaparte, smiling with a peculiar coldness.

Geneviève, seeing Cesare up close for the first time, hiccupped slightly.
Up close, he was even more impressive. Thick eyebrows, cold golden eyes,
and a coquettish beauty mark that softened the chill.

Just as she was about to lower her gaze to his muscular physique, she felt a
sharp look piercing her. Turning her head, she saw Lucrezia staring at her
with a blank expression.

‘Gulp.’

Geneviève quickly lowered her eyes and looked at Adelaide.

Adelaide greeted Cesare’s arrival with a tender smile.

“Brother.”

“What’s this?”

Cesare asked, looking down at the gentleman at her feet.

The gentleman flinched. Adelaide smiled calmly.

“He was sharing delightful stories with me. He said he would go to Judecca
with me. I was about to accept the invitation when…”

“The king of hell showed up?”

“Is that how it goes?”

Adelaide chuckled, and Cesare snorted.

‘…They really do look like siblings.’

Unable to join in as Cesare had not greeted her, Geneviève watched in awe
from the side.

They didn’t resemble each other much, but their auras were similar.

Slightly arrogant, quite distant, and extremely charming.

“Then it’s my turn to freeze you with Cocytus’s ice.”

“You are merciless.”

“Do I look merciful? This fool thinks offering to go to Judecca is an

enticement on my birthday. He can’t even offer a ship.”

The fool blushed but didn’t dare to speak. He was a smart but ordinary heir
of a landowning family, not a trading company owner.

Adelaide laughed.

“If you do that, no one will speak to me.”

“Then I’ll have to build a ship named after you. A galleon will be completed
this month, and I’ll name it ‘Adelaide.’”

“Is it my birthday today?”

“I can give you a ship anytime, even if it’s not your birthday.”

Cesare said, looking down at Adelaide.

Geneviève thought it was a very peculiar look. Contrary to rumors of being

devoted to his sister, his eyes showed complex emotions.

He was smiling, but it was a habitual smile that the socialites could interpret
as a neutral expression.

‘He looks… a bit angry?’

As Geneviève felt puzzled, Cesare extended his hand.

“Waltz?”

“Sure.”

Adelaide smiled elegantly and took Cesare’s hand.

***

Adelaide danced the waltz, resting in Cesare’s arms. His warm, firm hand
supported her back. It felt the same as the first time they danced.

Since Cesare was the host of the event, no one else was dancing. They were
the only two on the floor.

As Adelaide spun in a running spin turn, she lazily watched the people and
twinkling lights passing by behind Cesare.

When she shifted her gaze, she saw Cesare looking at her with a dry,
humorless expression, despite his smiling mouth.

Adelaide smiled.

“Brother, are you feeling unwell? Should I call Councilor Grimardi?”

Cesare sneered at her words.

“It seems you have no intention of changing that irritating tone.”

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

“That’s the point.”

“I welcome any hurt you give me.”

Cesare paused and then frowned with a smile. The atmosphere around him
grew even colder, showing his displeasure.

Though there hadn’t been a day in the past two months without his
irritation, he seemed particularly sharp today.

“What makes you think you can say anything?”

Adelaide smiled gently.

“Anything is fine if it’s from you, brother.”

“You’re ignorant of the world’s dangers, Adelaide Bonaparte.”

“Am I really?”

She pressed closer, their chests touching. It was a move Cesare had once
done.

She whispered, looking into Cesare’s eyes.

“…I really meant anything.”

“…”

For a moment, Cesare’s steps faltered. It was a rare mistake for him.

Cesare’s smile was filled with annoyance as he continued with a chassé.

The muscles in his sharp, firm jaw tightened.

Adelaide burst into laughter.

How annoyed he must be!

He disliked clingy women and those who overstepped their bounds.

Adelaide was doing both.

He probably wanted to cast off this presumptuous shoeshine girl

immediately, but he had already introduced her as his sister.

So, even if he decided to kill her, it wouldn’t be now, and it wouldn’t be

efficient to kill her without resolving the agreement first.

In the conflict that had been ongoing for the past two months, Adelaide
surprisingly found it easier to endure.

Because Cesare’s hatred of her made it possible. Whatever Adelaide said, it

greatly irritated him.

Whether she acted as a ‘sister’ or clung to him as a ‘woman.’

The head of the Bonaparte family, who was born to rule the world, couldn’t
shake off a mere shoeshine girl.

How frustrating must that be?

Finding that amusing, Adelaide deliberately treated Cesare more kindly.

Of course, Cesare wasn’t passive either.

He deviated from the prearranged waltz routine and suddenly performed a

rondé. Adelaide quickly followed his lead. The move transitioned
immediately into a contra check.

“So.”

In that brief moment, Cesare whispered softly.

“If I sneak into your bed tonight, can you promise not to cry like last time?”

“…”

Adelaide’s lips sealed shut. Cesare laughed mockingly at her silence.

“How consistently overstepping.”

“Bringing up the past is not gentlemanly.”

“Then you shouldn’t have a past to bring up. Is it my fault you have a past
worth gossiping about?”

“Your past isn’t exactly spotless either.”

[References]

1) A reference to Dante Alighieri’s “La Vita Nuova,” specifically the 15th

sonnet, describing Beatrice as a holy and divine object of love.

2) From Francesco Petrarch’s poem “Chiare fresche e dolci acque,”

depicting Laura, a real woman unlike Beatrice, in a more earthly and
relatable manner.

3) From Giovanni Boccaccio’s collection of lyric poetry “Rime,” where

Fiammetta, like Laura, is a real, ordinary woman.

4) The Empyrean: the highest part of heaven in Dante’s “Divine Comedy.”

5) Judecca: the deepest part of hell in Dante’s “Divine Comedy.”

6) Dante Alighieri, “The Divine Comedy,” translated by Han Hyung-Gon,

Seohae Munjip (2005), p333.
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Chapter 60

Cesare locked eyes with her, a combative smile playing on his lips.

“Do I have anything to be ashamed of in my past?”

“It seems you’ve made quite a few ladies cry.”

“If we agreed to enjoy ourselves and part ways cleanly, it’s not my shame if
they changed their minds.”

“Is that so? Then should I also roll around with gentlemen tonight? It
wouldn’t be my fault if they cry.”

Cesare fell silent. His smile deepened, but his hawk-like eyes fixed on
Adelaide without blinking.

He had a habit of staring down his opponent as if he would devour them

when he was displeased.

This was a time to back down.

Adelaide smiled softly and glanced around.

“Has Sir Ezra not arrived yet? I thought you would introduce him to me.”

There was no answer. The side of her face prickled, suggesting he was still
glaring at her.

After a long pause, he spoke.

“He said he would arrive late.”

“Oh…”

Just then, Cesare pulled Adelaide sharply. It was another move out of the
original routine.

Adelaide, after completing a sequence from running cross chasse to curved

feather to outside spin, glared at Cesare with a smile.

“Why do you keep changing the order…?”

“Why Ezra?”

Why, indeed.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten that I am bound by the agreement with Della
Valle?”

“Are you just interested in rolling around with Ezra?”

“…”

Adelaide could only smile as sweetly as possible. It was the only response
she could give to Cesare’s constant harsh remarks.

Seeing Adelaide not answering, Cesare suddenly let out a sharp laugh.

“You’re annoying.”

“…”

At that moment, the announcer’s voice was heard from a distance.

“Ezra Della Valle is entering!”

The timing was perfect. The dance was ending. She had to prepare to meet
Ezra, whom she had only heard about.
‘Since my back is to the entrance, I should…’

Adelaide was about to step back quietly.

But suddenly, Cesare’s hand, which was resting on her shoulder blade,
pressed down with more force.

“…?”

Surprised, Adelaide looked up at him. Cesare had a peculiar expression. It

was cold and emotionless, yet there was a hint of hesitation.

“Brother?”

Their eyes met when she called his name. His sharp eyes were clouded and
dark.

But in the next moment, Cesare released her smoothly.

“…Go.”

It was a strange, unfamiliar sight. Was it because of Ezra?

Adelaide hesitated, then grabbed Cesare’s lowering arm.

“No. Escort me as you are.”

Fortunately, Cesare, unusually calm, complied silently.

Adelaide slowly counted the time in her head. Her back was to the entrance
of the ‘Hall of Aria.’

She gently held Cesare’s arm and slightly turned her head at the right
moment.

Then, as if by magic, her eyes met those of a man entering the ballroom.

“…”
The man stopped in his tracks the moment their eyes met.

As his surprised eyes gradually widened, Adelaide quickly took in his

appearance.

Neatly kept light brown hair, violet eyes. His neat appearance clearly
indicated he was Lucrezia’s brother. The ash-colored suit suited him very
well.

‘Ezra Della Valle.’

Having confirmed that, Adelaide quietly observed him for a moment, then
turned her head indifferently. No smile or greeting.

“Oh, uh…”

Seeing Ezra raise his hand as if to stop her, Adelaide saw no need to stay
any longer.

She whispered quickly and quietly.

“Let’s go. Escort me out.”

“…”

“Brother?”

Cesare moved a step later than she had expected. When she glanced up, his
strong jawline was tightly set.

It seemed he truly did not get along with Ezra.

When they approached the host’s entrance, a servant opened the door.
Adelaide was about to exit alone but was slightly surprised when Cesare
followed a few steps behind.

The door closed behind him.

They were alone in a dimly lit corridor, silent except for the soft light.
“…”

It was an intimidating silence. Adelaide couldn’t even let go of his arm and
waited for his verdict.

Cesare’s voice came after a long pause.

“…Well done.”

He spoke ceremonially, then let go of her hand and returned to the

ballroom.

***

Geneviève stood with her mouth agape as Cesare and Adelaide left the
ballroom.

Only after they left did her cheeks flush and her hands flutter.

‘Are they crazy? I thought they were one person!’

It seemed she wasn’t the only one who felt that way, as she heard people
whispering in groups about the dance.

The dance had been perfect. If they didn’t know they were siblings, one
would have thought they were lovers or a married couple.

‘Their mother, Lady Catarina, is royalty from Orqueenia. Royalty is

different, after all. Adelaide must take after her…’

As she was blushing with these thoughts, Geneviève felt a very cold
presence next to her and froze.

‘Oh no…’

With the feeling of someone reluctantly peeking into a scary attic,

Geneviève slowly turned her head.
Across the chaise longue, Lucrezia sat with a blank expression and wide,
glaring eyes.

“…”

She was so frightened that she quickly turned her head away.

‘Why now, after getting along for two months?’

She had been visiting Bonaparte frequently, at least once a week, and had
seen the siblings’ affectionate moments often enough.

While contemplating whether to flee, Cesare returned to the ballroom. His

face was cold and unapproachable, despite the impressive dance he had just
performed.

He glanced at Lucrezia but moved into the crowd without a word.

“…”

Geneviève was about to leave when Lucrezia called her sweetly.

“Geneviève.”

“…Yes!”

Geneviève forced herself to sit next to Lucrezia, who had dismissed the
gentlemen with a wave.

Lucrezia gazed at the floor, her beautiful face clouded with emptiness.

“Geneviève…”

“…Yes?”

“Have you ever seen Cesare make a mistake while dancing?”

“What?”
It was an unexpected question. Geneviève wracked her brain.

“No…? I don’t think so…? Lord Cesare is naturally skilled at physical

activities…”

“Right…”

Lucrezia’s expression darkened. Geneviève was flustered. If Lucrezia

mentioned it, something must have happened during Cesare’s dance.

“But he just showed us an impressive dance, didn’t he?”

“…No. He faltered. I know. I adore Lord Cesare, so I can tell.”

Lucrezia muttered, staring at the floor.

“Lord Cesare never makes mistakes…”

Her violet eyes lost focus.

“What could have shaken him…?”

“…”

This is terrifying…

Geneviève closed her eyes. She wanted to return to the group with Saoirse
Foscare instead.

“Lu, Lucrezia? Lord Cesare and Lady Adelaide are siblings, so maybe they
were just playing a prank! Don’t think too deeply about it!”

“…”

“And besides, Lady Adelaide is soon to become part of Della Valle, right?”

At those words, Lucrezia lifted her head slightly. The frail beauty’s eyes
regained focus.
“That’s right. Lady Adelaide will marry Ezra, won’t she…?”

“Yes, I think so? But she left without greeting him?”

“…Indeed. Then…”

Lucrezia smiled gently.

“For now, I’ll let it go. For now…”

“…”

Geneviève clasped her sweaty hands together, barely maintaining her smile.

No matter how close they were as siblings, this felt overly sensitive.

‘It was a bit odd, though…’

Recalling the Bonaparte siblings, Geneviève quickly shook her head to

dispel the indecent thoughts.

***

The birthday banquet had ended. The guests left by three in the morning.

Cesare, who continued conversing with a few Priory members and key
figures of Santnar until four in the morning, finally ended his schedule.

After throwing off his stifling clothes and taking a shower, Jane, the maid,
waited with a robe.

“The bedroom is ready.”

“Not the robe.”

The valet Oliver promptly brought a light shirt and pants. Cesare fastened
the buttons haphazardly and asked.

“Where’s Gigi?”
“He’s in the study, but he said you don’t have to visit…”

“Got it. You can leave now.”

Jane and Oliver smiled slightly.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Happy birthday.”

Cesare chuckled and headed for the study.

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Chapter 61

Gigi and the chief butler Ernst were sitting at the desk for the assistant and
looking over some documents by candlelight.

“What are you looking at?” Cesare asked, causing Gigi to jump up with a
startled face. Ernst also looked surprised.

“Master, aren’t you going to rest…?”

“Have you checked the reactions of the guests at the banquet?”

“Yes. Everyone was pleased. Soraksan ceramics are hard to come by in the
market.”

Ernst, who was in charge of the banquet, replied. Cesare’s gaze shifted to
Gigi.

“And the preparations for the cavalcade?”

“Everything is perfect! But really, you should rest, don’t you think?
Everything you were worried about is over now.”

“Signor Manfredi is right. Miss Adelaide’s debutante went smoothly as

well.”

A word that piqued his interest came up. Cesare pretended to look at the
documents for a moment while holding his breath. He asked naturally.

“How is Adelaide? Is she sleeping?”

“Yes. Miss Epony reported that she went to bed early.”

“So, you should go to sleep as well, Master! The proper social season starts
today. If you step down from your position as the most eligible bachelor, it
will shake the status of the Stellone Merchant Guild!”

Gigi rudely shooed him away like a pigeon. When Cesare smiled and
gestured for him to come over, he quickly hid under the desk.

“No violence!”

While fumbling, he dragged the documents from the desk as if determined

not to let him work.

Cesare had been working quite hectically lately. Too many distractions.

“Alright, handle everything as needed during the season. Report

immediately if there’s anything urgent.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Understood.”

Cesare left the office and headed to his bedroom. A large window revealed
three gardens at once.

The neatly arranged white bedspread by Jane and Oliver was visible, but he
didn’t feel like lying down.

After some thought, Cesare took a cigar from the humidor and headed to
the terrace connected to the bedroom. He sat on the outdoor iron chair, cut
the end of the cigar, and lit it.

As the sweet smoke rose, he rested his arms on the back of the chair and
gazed at the garden. The garden, darkened by night, had a deep green hue.
The color of Adelaide’s hair.

“Signor Manfredi is right. Miss Adelaide’s debutante went smoothly.”

As Ernst said, Adelaide’s debut was successful.

She showed more than expected. She was skillful and shone brightly.

Whether she realized it or not, everyone in the ballroom glanced at her

every three minutes.

Her shimmering golden eyes and the occasional hint of sorrow on her face
were strangely sensual.

Of course, there were still hurdles to overcome to properly enter the social
world, but at least the men would welcome her warmly.

Moreover, at the end. The moment Adelaide and Ezra’s eyes met.

Cesare sensed that things would go smoother than expected.

“…Well, it’s no wonder that bookworm wouldn’t fall for her.”

Cesare muttered, holding the cigar in his mouth.

Over the past two months, Adèle Bibi had become stunningly beautiful. Her
skin was radiant, and her whole body emitted a fragrance. After a few visits
to the office, she had somehow learned and made her own the languid hand
gestures typical of the high society.

Additionally, she played the role of his sister excellently. Like a real sister,
she occasionally begged him for things.

“A large pearl ring has come to Bottega de Vezio. Don’t you think it would
suit me?”

Each time, Cesare would take her to Bella Stella Street and buy her what
she wanted.

Adelaide always blushed with joy, her eyes sparkling as she explained how
beautiful the morganite he bought her was.
Thanks to her, Cesare began to understand a bit why men would gladly
spend a fortune on those small, expensive stones for ladies.

He had always done so, but in truth, those were merely bait for bedroom
pleasures. He had never sincerely given a gift before.

So sometimes Cesare wondered if Adèle had truly opened her heart to him.

But Cesare had his capable servant Epony.

“She hasn’t shown any particular interest or worn it separately. She always
leaves the dressing up to me.”

Cesare could see how useless it all was to Adèle Bibi.

His sister was so bad at acting that she could ask for a 5,000-gold sapphire
but had no idea how to use it.

If she really liked it, she wouldn’t be so indifferent. She’d want to look at it
all the time.

Listening to Epony’s regular reports on Adèle Bibi, Cesare couldn’t help but
feel exasperated.

It didn’t take long for that exasperation to turn into inexplicable irritation.

Even when dancing together, Adèle Bibi no longer reacted. Even if his body
reacted inappropriately, she simply looked up at him with clear, kind eyes.

Once, she even said,

“I heard you haven’t been seeing any ladies.”

Just those words made his blood rush. Why? What a pathetic body he had.

But he smiled casually.

“Ah, you seem concerned?”

“Naturally. I thought there might be a celebration coming up in the family.”

“…A celebration?”

“Yes. Miss Lucrezia must be really beautiful to discourage you.”

Whether it was Adèle or Adelaide, she had a remarkable talent for ruining
his mood.

Adèle consistently maintained an annoyingly deferential attitude for two

months.

Sometimes Cesare really doubted whether he ever had a sister. If not for his
involuntary bodily reactions, he might have genuinely thought so.

That’s how stubborn Adèle Bibi was.

Thanks to her, Cesare had to pick on her whenever he had a chance in the
past two months.

Because you’re a shoeshine girl. Because you’re of low birth. Because

you’re uneducated. Because you’re poor. Because you’re nothing without
me. Because you have nothing but pride.

Even a good person would get angry at least once, but Adèle only made a
pretentious pout and said, “You’re too much, brother.”

Where had the woman gone who had once aimed scissors at him? She
seemed to have disappeared along with those tears on the day of her
initiation at the Galeotto Club.

If what he saw that day was Adèle’s true feelings, then he hadn’t seen the
real Adèle Bibi even once since.

“…It’s annoying.”

Cesare muttered, exhaling smoke.

He deliberately avoided thinking about which part or why it annoyed him.
His noble pride wouldn’t allow it.

Just thinking about it made the cigar taste bad. As Cesare prepared to get
up, he noticed something.

A white figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the garden.

“…”

Cesare stopped putting down his cigar and looked at it.

It was Adèle.

The first thing that caught his eye was her porcelain-like white skin. Next,
he noticed the thin negligee fluttering.

A woman with graceful movements, appearing leisurely yet slightly tired,

revealed and hid herself among the garden bushes.

For a moment, he was mesmerized by her beauty, like a will-o’-the-wisp,

but then Cesare irritably ran his hand through his hair.

Again. She’s dressed like that again.

Does she have no sense of her own body? Even if the inner palace is
sparsely populated…

“LeRoy, what is that?”

He asked his secret attendant, and a voice emerged from the darkness.

- She often takes walks at night.

“Often?”

Cesare’s face grew cold.

“Did you know and not report it?”

- I apologize. It didn’t seem important… She didn’t do anything unusual.

“Then what did she do?”

- She really just walked. Sometimes she sat and looked at the stars, or lay
on the grass for a bit.

Cesare was silent for a moment before asking,

“Did she ever cry?”

- No. She never did.

What a disgustingly strong woman. She never cries even when alone.

After some thought, Cesare, with the cigar in his mouth, walked toward
Adèle.

He had no particular thoughts. He just felt like giving her a compliment for
her hard work over the past three months.
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Chapter 62

Adèle was now sitting on a two-seater rocking chair in a corner of the

garden. A small humming sound could be heard, a melody that was
somehow familiar yet sorrowful.

Cesare cleared his throat and spoke.

“Adelaide.”

“…!”

Adèle jumped up, then fell back into the rocking chair, which rebounded
and knocked her off balance.

Not expecting such a reaction, Cesare hurriedly approached her.

Adèle was lying on the ground with wide-open eyes.

“…Brother?”

Ignoring her small, breathy question, Cesare checked her up and down.
Fortunately, it seemed she wasn’t hurt, thanks to the grassy ground.

He extended his hand, and Adèle took it to stand up. As he naturally sat
down on the chair, she hesitated briefly before sitting next to him.

“What brings you here? I thought you were asleep…”

“I was curious about what you were doing.”

“I was taking a walk and decided to rest for a bit.”

Truly a rational woman. She calmed down as quickly as a galleon ship.

“Hmm.”

“What about you, brother? You should be resting since the cavalcade starts
tomorrow.”

“Worried about me?”

“Of course.”

Adèle smiled warmly. It was a very pretty smile, but compared to when he
caught her falling from the third floor, it was eerily devoid of emotion.

He felt stifled.

Adèle asked, watching Cesare silently smoke his cigar.

“Brother? Can’t you sleep?”

“Seems like it.”

“Shall I leave you alone?”

Cesare smirked, feeling a bit mischievous.

“No. I think I’d prefer you to stay.”

“Shall I, then? I’ll stay beside you.”

Adèle answered calmly and looked straight ahead. She didn’t show any sign
of dislike.

She was annoyingly good at acting.

Cesare sighed and took a puff from his cigar. The ashes grew long from
frequent draws.
Adèle remained silent throughout, blinking as if enjoying the breeze with a
seemingly warm smile.

He suddenly realized it had been a long time since he’d spent this much
time in one place with her.

Adèle always showed just enough interest to be polite and then quickly left,
as if she didn’t even want to share the same air with him.

Cesare fiddled with the half-burned cigar, feeling oddly compelled.

Probably, once this cigar was finished, Adèle would feel she had placated
him enough and leave.

And from tomorrow, she’d stick with Ezra.

Her debut was over, and she had the excuse of a promise.

“…”

The intervals between draws grew longer. Adèle glanced at him but said
nothing, her smile unchanged.

In the prelude to an inevitable conclusion, Cesare quietly posed the question

he had been avoiding.

What exactly did he want from this shoeshine girl?

The cigar was more than half-burned, with a long, firm ash. Cesare abruptly
spoke.

“Why do you dislike me?”

“I like you, brother.”

Adèle answered immediately. It was a perfectly polished response, like one

meant for sale.

“Don’t joke. Be a shoeshine girl, not a lady, for a moment.”

“A shoeshine girl? Haha.”

Adèle laughed as if she’d heard a funny joke. A stranger would have been
fooled and moved on to the next topic.

Cesare wasn’t fooled and took another puff from his cigar.

“So why do you dislike me?”

“I like you, brother.”

“You like me?”

“Yes. Deeply.”

“…”

Cesare was silent for a moment.

Then he removed the cigar from his mouth and slowly leaned towards
Adèle. Tilting his head slightly, he looked down at her.

Adèle watched him approach with wide eyes.

They were so close their breaths mingled, the air sweet and moist. Only the
sound of insects filled the quiet space.

At such an intimate distance, Cesare’s gaze turned sharp as he looked into

Adèle’s eyes.

Even now?

“…”

For a brief moment, a shadow crossed her honey-colored eyes.

Cesare was sure he had won, but in the next instant, Adèle placed a hand on
his shoulder.
“I like you.”

A woman as beautiful as a mermaid whispered with empty eyes.

“Can I call you Cesare?”

Immediately, Cesare pushed her away roughly.

“…”

He stared at her in silence, but Adèle, who had been pushed, merely
muttered.

“That’s a shame.”

What a crazy woman.

Cesare eventually let out a sharp laugh.

“How ridiculous.”

Her eyes were so empty it was offensive.

Adèle even brushed off her shoulders nonchalantly, showing disinterest.

His words, his actions, his insults, his praise, his gaze. Nothing reached her.

Cesare cursed softly.

Even knowing this, his damned body reacted like a dog to her silly words.

His pride hurt as much as his arousal showed.

“Must be nice to finally get sold off to a nobleman.”

He chose to be nasty. He brandished it like a weapon, shouting that he still

held the blade.
“Isn’t it funny? Whether you’re sold to a brothel or a nobleman, what’s the
difference? Pretend all you want, but you can’t hide your true nature.”

“…”

“Better hide it well from Ezra. That hypocrite won’t even look at you if he
knows your true self.”

Adèle calmly listened to his insults. Her serene smile was clear even in the
dark.

Cesare soon fell silent. It wasn’t enjoyable.

She must be hurt… surely.

Given how she cried that day of the initiation, she couldn’t be completely
unfeeling.

If so, she should show it. Cry. Or at least beg him not to say such things.

But she didn’t, which is why that chaos happened that day. It wasn’t entirely
her fault.

Cesare irritably threw his cigar away. The remaining quarter quickly lost its
fire.

Or did she dislike him so much she couldn’t even bother to speak?

Cesare stared at the completely extinguished cigar and then stood up.

“…Being with you always puts me in a foul mood.”

He stomped the end and turned to leave without a word.

Adèle didn’t stop him.

As he walked away, he thought he heard a small voice say, “I know.”

***
The social season in Fornatie occurs twice a year.

From December to February, when the weather is cool and perfect for
activities, it’s the winter season.

From April to June, spanning warm spring weather to the start of summer,
it’s the spring season.

Since Cesare’s birthday is on December 2nd, his birthday banquet has

become an event signaling the start of the social season.

Cesare, like a god of debauchery and indulgence, wouldn’t miss such a

delightful sign. After his birthday banquet, he held a cavalcade in the name
of Bonaparte.

Taking full advantage of Fornatieé’s love for horseback riding, they paraded
all the family’s finest horses.

People rode their well-bred horses, dressed in light coats suitable for the
winter weather, and took a trip to the nearby Ador beach in Fornatie.

Cesare had mentioned this event to Adèle early on and taught her how to
ride.

So, now a day after Cesare’s birthday.

Adèle was struggling at the front gate of Bonaparte.

“This… This doesn’t feel right.”

Five minutes after barely getting on the horse with Aegir’s help, Adèle was
clinging to the saddle, unable to do anything. She couldn’t even hold the
reins, feeling she’d fall off the moment she let go.

Thanks to two months of rigorous training, she was at least at this level.
Initially, she’d fallen off the horse as soon as she got on.

Adèle spoke with a pale face.

“The animal between my legs is twitching…”

“Every lady experiences that in bed. You’ll get used to it.”

Adèle ignored Cesare’s joke from his horse next to hers.

“Why must I ride a four-legged beast when I have my own legs? I’m too
high above the ground. It’s dangerous. Humans have two legs to move on
their own, not to be carried by other creatures.”

Cesare snorted in derision at her lengthy argument.

Adèle looked at his thighs tightly gripping the horse with resentful eyes.

‘If only I had those thighs…!’

But she soon acknowledged reality.

Even if she had thighs like those of a stud, she wouldn’t have been good at
riding. It wasn’t just a matter of physical ability but an instinctive aversion.
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Cesare, riding a sleek black horse with glossy fur, looked very skilled.

Apparently, that horse was a top-grade warhorse worth over a billion gold.
It kept snorting and showing its temper, fitting for Cesare’s horse. However,
it seemed to follow Cesare well, recognizing that its master had an even
worse temper.

In contrast, her horse was a very docile chestnut mare. Even to Adèle, it
seemed gentle, but the fear remained unchanged.

‘It’s so unfair…’

Aegir, who had been responsible for Adèle’s riding lessons, spoke to Cesare
with a grim expression.

“I’m sorry. Despite recognizing the severity of the situation, my abilities

were insufficient to improve the lady’s riding skills.”

Adèle narrowed her eyes at his pointed choice of words that subtly annoyed
her.

She looked back at the horse, but when it shook its head to chase away a
bug, her body froze in fear.

Seeing her pale face, Cesare frowned and glanced around.

“This is problematic.”

At his small murmur, Adèle bit her lip slightly.

By now, the festival in Sanreno Square had started, and the parade had set
off. She could hear the sound of fireworks even from here. As the family
hosting the cavalcade, the Bonaparte should have departed by now.

She didn’t want to be a liability or show any weakness. Especially not to

Cesare.

Anxiously looking down at the horse’s head, Adèle cautiously spoke.

“What if… we rode together?”

“What?”

Cesare rarely showed surprise, and Adèle hurriedly explained, sounding

defensive.

“It’s hard to ride in the carriage, and I can’t miss the social season, so it
seems like the only option…”

“Ah.”

At that moment, Cesare’s eyes narrowed again. He frowned and sneered.

“You mean with Aegir.”

“Yes. I can’t impose on you, brother.”

Cesare stared at Adèle in silence for a moment. His gaze was piercing, cold,
and chilling, much like the previous night.

“…”

Adèle pretended to be startled by the horse’s movement and avoided his

gaze.

With a scoff, Cesare replied dryly.

“Do as you wish.”

“…Thank you.”

Since she couldn’t get down by herself, she needed Aegir’s help. But,
surprisingly, Aegir, who was usually efficient in his duties, didn’t move.

She noticed him staring at Cesare’s retreating back with an unusual

expression.

“Sir Aegir?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Startled, Aegir quickly extended his hand. Adèle hid her puzzlement and
quietly took his hand.

***

The festival was already in full swing in the streets. The nobility, who had
set out late, hit the road, leaving behind the bustling city of Fornatie filled
with laughter.

As they entered the coastal road, a sparkling sea that looked as clean as
polished oil came into view. The sea of Fornatie was beautiful, but it
evoked a different emotion compared to the bustling city filled with
buildings and people.

‘… It’s a bit overwhelming.’

Adèle hesitated before sneaking a question to Aegir, who was riding behind
her.

“…We don’t need to go into the water since it’s not summer, right?”

“If it’s hot, people sometimes play in the water.”

“…”

“Can’t you swim?”

“I’m good at it. I used to swim in the Lacrima River. But the sea is… a bit
scary.”

“…”

Aegir hesitated before speaking cautiously.

“…There are no sharks in Ador.”

“I’m not ten years old, Sir Aegir.”

“…Sorry.”

Adèle chuckled and brushed her fluttering bangs aside.

“It’s just… the sea makes sounds, you know.”

“Pardon?”

At that moment, someone suddenly charged out from the scattered group
like bread crumbs.

It was Cesare and Jude. Soon, a few other gentlemen and ladies joined
them. They all lowered their bodies and skillfully urged their horses on.

“What are they doing?”

“They’re racing.”

Aegir answered Adèle’s question crisply.

As they passed a large tree by the cliff, the short race ended. Cesare was the
winner.

“Your horse is cheating!”

Jude shouted, and Cesare laughed heartily enough to be seen from afar.

“If you’re jealous, you should’ve bought one!”

“They’re expensive!”

Cesare burst into laughter again. It was a refreshing, cheerful laugh. She
saw him run his large hand through his wind-tousled hair.

Adèle watched the scene with no particular meaning.

‘He jokes around like any ordinary person…’

Well, he exercised every morning at the mansion and danced so well, so it

was only natural.

She heard he consistently won the yacht races held during the summer
season.

He also excelled in wrestling, hunting, fishing, and ball sports – anything

involving physical activity.

The goddess is truly unfair.

Then, Cesare suddenly turned his head. Their eyes met because of it.

‘…Wow.’

While Adèle stood there dazed, Cesare immediately turned his gaze back to
Jude. They then resumed their banter, laughing and starting to move their
horses again.

Feeling like she had been caught peeking, Adèle frowned slightly.

‘I was just watching out of curiosity.’

Whenever she thought of Cesare, she pictured him with his coat draped
over his shoulders, one hand in his pocket, and a cigar in his mouth.

His gaze was always cold and intense. The look he gave Adèle was always
like that. Just as harsh as the words he spoke.

“Being with you always puts me in a foul mood.”

She didn’t realize she was gripping the reins tightly until that moment.

A group of horses suddenly sped up, heading towards Cesare and Jude. It
was Lucrezia and other ladies.

Cesare exchanged a few words with them, then suddenly kicked his horse’s
sides with a smirk.

The gentlemen and ladies, not wanting to be outdone, laughed and urged
their horses forward. They seemed to be racing again.

Only Adèle and a few nobles were left behind. Most of the young nobles
seemed to have run after them.

‘Looks fun…’

Watching the horses disappear into the distance, she suddenly felt a gaze on
her.

When she turned her head, she met the eyes of Ezra Della Valle. The
gentleman with light purple eyes seemed startled when their eyes met and
quickly turned away.

‘…What’s with everyone?’

Being ignored twice in a short time didn’t feel good.

At that moment, Aegir spoke up from behind.

“…You might improve with more practice.”

His tone was cautious. He probably thought she was envious of the nobility
running around.

“I know, Sir Aegir.”

“…”

It seemed he didn’t believe it either. She felt like laughing.

“Are you trying to comfort me?”

“…I thought you might be disheartened.”

“So, looking after a lady’s feelings is part of a Brachiere’s duty?”

“…”

The usually articulate Brachiere strangely didn’t respond. Adèle didn’t

blame him.

Over the past two months, she hadn’t gotten particularly close to Aegir. He
had always escorted her silently as he had before, without engaging in
personal conversation.

But spending a lot of time together had fostered some affection. Now, it felt
awkward if Aegir’s presence wasn’t behind her.

‘I wonder if Aegir feels the same.’

Just then, Aegir spoke.

“You don’t always have to ride alone.”

“What?”

“Would you like to run?”

“Well…”

Before she could ask what he meant, Aegir kicked the horse’s sides.

The horse they were on suddenly picked up speed. The wind became a
massive force hitting her face, and the scenery began to fly past rapidly.

“…!”

Startled, Adèle clung tightly to the reins.

But with Aegir behind her, it didn’t feel as frightening as when she was
riding alone.

The pleasant pressure of the rushing wind instantly cleared her mind.

Adèle soon got used to the speed and smiled.

“Sir, you’re surprisingly whimsical.”

“…The master allowed for discretion depending on the situation.”

“I’m not scolding you. Thank you. This feels quite nice.”

“…”

Since Aegir was behind her, Adèle couldn’t see his expression or gauge his
mood. But she somehow felt he was quietly pleased.

“Is it difficult to catch up with those ahead?”

“With this horse, yes. You have to ride alone.”

“Ah. So, you could do it alone? Are you confident in your riding skills?”

“Yes.”

Adèle burst into laughter at his unexpectedly blunt admission. The sense of
speed was exhilarating, and she started to feel excited.
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“Do you think you could win in a race against my brother?”

Adèle asked without much thought.

Knowing Aegir’s loyalty, she expected him to say no, regardless of the
truth.

However, Aegir seemed oddly prideful as he replied.

“…I haven’t thought about it, but I wouldn’t be without confidence.”

An unexpected display of competitiveness. Adèle laughed aloud.

“Then I’ll bet on you, Sir Aegir. Later, please put my brother in his place.”

“Yes.”

His response was surprisingly straightforward. She thought she heard a faint
chuckle from behind.

Ador Beach was just ahead.

***

Ador Beach was a coastal area surrounded by cliffs. The deep sea, with its
lack of continental shelf, was a bone-chilling blue.

To the right of Fornatie, towards the direction of the sunrise, yellow

buildings were packed tightly on the cliff like matchboxes.
Those with villas headed to their own residences, while some nobles went
to the largest and most luxurious building among them, the Stellone Resort.

At the entrance of the resort stood Cesare and Lucrezia.

Cesare was as cold as ever, and Lucrezia was as rosy as ever.

When Adèle, with Aegir’s help, dismounted and approached, Cesare’s gaze
fell on her.

His golden eyes seemed to scan around her.

“Brother? Are you looking for someone?”

Cesare confirmed the presence of Aegir standing like a shadow behind

Adèle and then abruptly turned away.

“Lady Della Valle wants to talk. Get the schedule for today from Epony.”

Adèle watched his back silently.

Since last night. No, since they danced together, he seemed to be in a low
mood.

“Lady Adelaide, I’ve been waiting for you.”

At that moment, Lucrezia spoke.

With her long, sleek hair tied high, she exuded a lively charm different from
usual. Surprisingly, the riding outfit suited her delicate frame well.

“There’s a nice walking trail nearby. The ladies and I were planning to take
a look. Would you like to join us? We’ll leave the horses tied up.”

Lucrezia smiled sweetly.

“I’ve received permission from Count Cesare.”

Adèle nodded. If Cesare had given permission, she would follow.

Lucrezia smiled kindly and left after suggesting they meet at Santa Lucia
Square in thirty minutes.

“Shall I help you freshen up, miss?”

Epony, who had arrived at the resort ahead of the cavalcade, appeared from
somewhere and spoke.

She immediately led Adèle to a room. It was the best room, adjacent to
Cesare’s.

The room, with its wide arched window overlooking Ador Beach and the
cliff, was like a picturesque landscape, but there was no time to enjoy it.

“Please sit here. I’ll explain while tidying you up.”

At Epony’s words, Adèle promptly sat in front of the dressing table. Epony
expertly combed Adèle’s hair with a water buffalo horn comb.

“Today marks the start of Fornatieé’s social season in earnest. Since you’ve
debuted, you’ll now be meeting proper members of the social circles.”

“Yes.”

“Since Lady Lucrezia suggested this outing, it’ll be somewhat

advantageous. For a lady trying to enter the social world late, this is a very
favorable condition. It’s like Lady Lucrezia is vouching for you as a
member of high society.”

“Hmm.”

Adèle now understood why Cesare had invited Lucrezia despite his
apparent dislike over the past two months.

“It won’t be easy. Fornatieé’s social circles are very closed. They’re
generous only to those who’ve grown up hearing the same bell from the
same tower.”

“…You know a lot.”

Adèle spoke, feeling the subtle barb in Epony’s words. Epony gave a bitter
smile.

“Lady Catarina also faced many difficulties in the social circles.”

“…But she was royalty, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, she was royalty from Orquinia and married into the Bonaparte family.
But to the social circles, she was no different from an outsider.”

Even royalty from Orquinia was met with exclusivity. It wouldn’t be easy at
all.

Epony seemed to want to convey that. She gently placed her hands on
Adèle’s shoulders after finishing the grooming.

“People will be suspicious. They’ll doubt if you truly belong to the

Bonaparte bloodline. They’ll seize every opportunity to slander you.”

Through the mirror, their eyes met. Both women smiled simultaneously.

“So, show them who you are.”

***

At Santa Lucia Square, ladies in riding outfits and boots had gathered.
There were no maids, attendants, or knights accompanying them. It was a
social custom.

“Ador Beach is always beautiful.”

“Indeed. I must get a villa here this year.”

They exchanged pleasantries with smiling faces even over mundane

conversations.

Adelaide Bonaparte arrived with five minutes to spare.

“Greetings in the name of the goddess. I am Adelaide Bonaparte.”

She naturally introduced herself first.

Even if she came from a rural place like Capolo, her surname was
Bonaparte, the most prestigious name in Santenar.

Her calm, amber eyes held a relaxed glow that stopped short of arrogance.

So far, nothing to criticize.

The ladies smiled brightly.

“Greetings in the name of the goddess. Nice to meet you, Lady Adelaide.
I’m Avery Scalia.”

“Greetings in the name of the goddess. I’m Saoirse Foscari.”

After brief introductions, Lucrezia spoke.

“Shall we move on? We see this scenery every year, but it’s always
exciting. The cliffs are very beautiful.”

As Lucrezia spoke, she naturally looked at Adelaide. The highest-ranking

person in the group was asked for their opinion.

Adelaide smiled faintly.

“I assure you, I’m looking forward to it more than you are. I’d appreciate it
if you could help me fully enjoy Ador.”

“Of course.”

The two beautiful ladies began walking, exchanging pleasant words.

The trail led to the cliffs. The main attraction was a small lighthouse at the
cliff’s edge, offering an open, panoramic view. It was a place everyone
visiting Ador Beach would stop by at least once.

The path was long to ensure a gentle slope, giving plenty of time for
someone to ask another a slightly mischievous question.
“Do you find riding difficult?”

Avery Scalia approached Adelaide and asked.

The perceptive Lucrezia subtly stepped back and started a conversation

with other ladies.

Adelaide replied with a slightly youthful smile.

“Embarrassingly, I haven’t been able to get comfortable with horses. But in

other aspects, I think it’s fortunate.”

“Fortunate, how?”

“It would have been very troublesome if the skills I lacked were essential
for leading people as a member of the Bonaparte family.”

“Oh my. But riding is quite frequent in Fornatie, so it must be quite

inconvenient.”

“Yes. So I’m diligently working on it. But there are also good aspects. For
instance, I’ve come to think about the inconveniences faced by those who
find it difficult to ride for various reasons. I’ve discussed this with my
brother, and we’ll soon be able to resolve this with good public policies.”

At the mention of Cesare, the ladies’ eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Really? You seem to talk often with Count Cesare. Isn’t it awkward? After
all, you’ve been apart for a long time.”

“Thankfully, my brother is very kind, so I haven’t felt that way. Blood is

definitely thicker than water.”

“Count Cesare is indeed kind. Did you recently visit Bella Stella Street?”

“Has the story spread that far?”

“The daily sales on Bella Stella Street have been setting records. I’m
amazed every time the bell at the arcade entrance rings. It must be an
unfamiliar sight for a lady from Capolo.”

“It is, but the joy outweighs the strangeness. It means my brother cares for
me, a Bonaparte.”

At that moment, Wilma Peretti, who had been circling around, interjected.

“…So, was it Lady Adelaide who bought the pink diamond in the central
display at Bottega de Vesio?”

Her excitement was evident, and the other ladies gave more genuine smiles.
It was a thinly veiled expression of irritation.
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Adelaide responded with a demeanor that wasn’t too modest.

“Are you talking about the ring with an overcut and petals around a halo?”

“Yes.”

“I think there was something like that, but I’d have to check my jewelry box
to be sure. My brother says green and blue suit me better than pink, so I
usually open the sapphire or emerald jewelry boxes.”

“…”

The ladies were momentarily taken aback. Having separate jewelry boxes
for different types of gems was a slightly unconventional idea.

“…You must have a lot of jewelry.”

“Enough to adorn myself adequately.”

“…I heard that on your first visit to Bottega di Vesio on Bella Stella Street,
you bought jewelry worth 1.5 billion gold…”

“My brother dotes on me a lot.”

Well, she’s tougher than expected.

Avery and the others smiled.

But the people of Fornatie are descendants of sailors who fought the sea,
and such people do not tire easily. Avery smiled again.

“Coming from Capolo to Fornatie, haven’t you found anything awkward or

challenging?”

***

At the end of the cliff was a lighthouse, probably set up merely as a marker,
low and small.

The ladies moved to the wooden observation deck and began to enjoy the
sea breeze.

After properly thanking them for the beautiful scenery, Adèle stood alone
near the lighthouse.

Pretending to admire the horizon, she felt her tense nerves finally start to
relax.

‘This is draining…’

She was so tense that even her gums hurt.

She didn’t even remember how she got here. Only the feeling of desperately
trying not to be looked down upon during the relentless barrage of
questions remained.

The ladies’ words and expressions were so neutral on the surface that it was
nearly impossible to read their true intentions.

Their laughter was friendly, but their eyes did not smile. Nor did they show
outright hostility.

‘Did I answer well…?’

To fulfill the promise, she needed to marry Della Valle, and such a noble
marriage took time. They would probably start with an engagement.
If she caused any problems in the social scene during that time, the plan
would fall apart.

‘I think my answers were okay.’

Most of the questions from the ladies were as expected and had been
prepared for with Cesare and Epony. Pre-arranged answers were a great
help.

However, contrary to Epony’s words, Lucrezia didn’t step in much. The

reason was roughly guessed.

For now, she was using Adèle as a bridge to Cesare, but once serious talks
of marriage with Della Valle began, Adèle would become an obstacle from
Lucrezia’s perspective.

‘That damned promise…’

As Adèle clicked her tongue internally, everyone prepared to move again.

At that moment, Lucrezia approached Adelaide.

“Lady Adelaide, would you like to see more of the sea with me?”

“…”

No…

Holding back the desire to refuse, Adèle smiled.

“Of course.”

Lucrezia sent the ladies ahead and stood at the observation deck, looking
out at the sea.

Her high-tied hair fluttered, and the sunlight along the coast softly bathed
her pearlescent skin.
She was a beautiful sight, but not a reassuring one. Lucrezia’s silence was
somewhat eerie, and now they were standing before a cliff.

“…”

Adèle, after some thought, stepped back slightly.

Lucrezia glanced at her and smiled beautifully.

“You were impressive.”

Not understanding her intent, Adèle looked at Lucrezia.

“Your answers and the way you responded. You truly are a Bonaparte.”

“Thank you for saying so.”

Lucrezia, who had been staring at Adèle, burst into an innocent laugh.

But Adèle did not miss the slight wariness in her light purple eyes.

“Lady Adelaide, I think we could become good friends, don’t you?”

“Of course. But that’s quite sudden.”

“Lady Adelaide, you are supporting my love, so I will support you.”

As Lucrezia spoke, she looked down the path they had come up.

“Ah, here he comes.”

“…?”

“My brother. I hope you have a good time. Take care. And, hmm.”

Lucrezia tilted her head and quickly approached Adelaide.

“This is better.”

“…!”
In an instant, she pushed Adèle over.

‘This crazy…’

Before Adèle could react, Lucrezia disappeared down the path.

‘What the hell did she just do?’

As a dumbfounded Adèle lay there looking towards the path, footsteps

approached, and someone suddenly appeared on the observation deck. The
man’s eyes widened as he met Adèle’s gaze.

“…”

Bright brown hair. Light purple eyes.

It was Ezra Della Valle.

He flinched upon seeing Adèle, then furrowed his fine brows slightly. His
tightly pressed lips revealed his discomfort.

Ezra looked around the observation deck as if searching for someone. But
there was no one there but Adèle, and Ezra neither left nor ignored her, just
pacing.

‘I heard he was a gentleman, but perhaps not…’

Or was the eye contact at the ball not effective?

‘Do I need to revise the plan…?’

Adèle calmly brushed off and stood up, but then hesitated. Her ankle
throbbed. She must have landed wrong when she fell.

Regretting not bringing Aegir, she moved. As she limped towards the steps,
someone stepped in front of her with a sigh.

“…”
“…”

Suddenly appearing, Ezra looked down at Adèle with a slightly troubled

face.

He was taller than she expected up close. Not as tall as Cesare, though.

With a gentle impression and slightly drooping eyes that suggested he

couldn’t say anything harsh, he now wore a slightly angry expression.

‘Cesare also had slightly drooping eyes, but their impressions are very
different.’

As Adèle thought idly, Ezra suddenly spoke.

“Are you hurt?”

“…”

Adèle looked up at him silently.

As she tried to move past him, Ezra blocked her path again, looking as if he
didn’t want to be doing this.

“Aren’t you hurt? Your ankle, I mean.”

Adèle sighed and looked up at Ezra with cold eyes.

“You’re being rude. Did you just inquire about your business without
greeting a lady of the Bonaparte family?”

Ezra flinched, then furrowed his brows.

“I didn’t want to speak to you either. Lucrezia called me here, but she’s not
here…”

“Then you should wait for Lady Lucrezia. That’s no reason to be rude to
me.”
“Then should I just leave someone injured?”

“Please do.”

Ezra let out a short, mocking laugh.

“Isn’t this what you intended, staying here?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you arrange this with Lucrezia to set this up?”

Adèle chuckled incredulously.

“Why do you think that?”

“Are you pretending not to know? There’s a promise.”

“The promise between Bonaparte and Della Valle?”

“Yes.”

Ezra spoke as if he didn’t even want to think about it.

“I’m sure Count Cesare brought you here because he doesn’t want to marry
my sister. And you’re cooperating. There are rumors everywhere that you
and I will marry. But let me make it clear: I don’t marry like that.”

Adèle was calmly shocked.

Anyone could have guessed this, but to directly confront the person
involved…

His slightly trembling eyes showed how much he disliked this arranged
marriage.

‘No wonder he clashes with Cesare.’

Given his temperament, it made sense that someone who would confront
Cesare directly wasn’t entirely meek.

Thinking of Ezra as a naive bookworm, Adèle revised her evaluation of

him.

Then, as if exasperated, she clicked her tongue and added a contemptuous

look that Epony had once said was scarily genuine.

“You have quite the sense of self-importance.”

“What?”

“I came to Fornatie to be with my lost family. Do you think I like arranged

marriages?”

Ezra blinked, looking dazed. His next words were less confident.

“…But people say.”

“Sir, you seem to think you’re an excellent match for a country bumpkin
like me, but I am a Bonaparte. I assure you, if I were only thinking of an
arranged marriage, there is no suitable match for me in Fornatie. So that
excessive sense of self-importance, please, just put it aside.”
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“…”

Ezra’s face turned red. It seemed he was more embarrassed than angry. He
hesitated for a long while before asking, with a complicated expression,

“…Does that mean you won’t marry me?”

“Can I decide that? Agreements between families are sacred, and the head
of my family is my brother, Cesare. Of course, if I strongly refuse, my
brother wouldn’t force it upon me. But.”

Adelaide paused before continuing,

“Can you do that? Can you force such a burden on future generations?
We’ve lived benefiting from the glory our ancestors built, so how can we
shove the responsibility onto our descendants?”

‘Thank you, Lady Flavia. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to say
this.’

“…”

Ezra couldn’t answer, his eyes wavering as he looked at Adelaide, as if

searching for the truth. Adelaide met his gaze indifferently.

After a long pause, Ezra spoke, unable to hide his confusion.

“…I apologize. I thought you were merely seeing me as an arranged

marriage partner.”
To be honest, I do have my sights on you.

Suppressing the urge to joke, Adelaide replied indifferently.

“I understand how you could misunderstand. But to slander a lady you

haven’t even properly greeted, based on rumors?”

“That was indeed my… mistake. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Yes…”

“…”

Silence fell as the situation resolved. The sound of seagulls could be heard
from somewhere.

Ezra, with a somewhat complex expression, glanced at Adelaide

intermittently.

Adelaide asked nonchalantly,

“Can you step aside now?”

“Oh.”

Ezra made a flustered sound but didn’t move. After a brief hesitation, he
asked resolutely,

“…Could you introduce yourself to me?”

His light purple eyes sparkled nervously, like a boy afraid of being rejected.

Adelaide stared at him for a moment before speaking,

“Greetings in the name of the goddess. I am Adelaide Bonaparte.”

Ezra’s downy cheeks lifted in a bright smile.

“May the goddess bless your well-being. I am Ezra Della Valle.”

The polite greeting, warm tone, and kind impression made it clear why he
was considered the most amiable gentleman in the social scene.

“Thank you for forgiving my rudeness towards a lady.”

“Although our first meeting was unpleasant, I don’t think it will always be
so. I hope we can maintain a good relationship as members of the same
community.”

The tips of Ezra’s ears turned a faint pink.

“…I look forward to it.”

“Yes.”

“…Since we met like this, would you like to take a walk together if you
don’t mind?”

Adelaide, slightly dazed by the slightly awkward question, replied,

“I’m not in a good state to chat. My ankle…”

Ezra, seemingly recalling her limping, widened his eyes in alarm.

“I’m sorry! I’ve kept an injured lady for too long… Where can you sit?”

“No. I’d like to go down and see a doctor first. It’s probably just a minor
sprain.”

“How did you fall? Where are your companions?”

“They left ahead. I said I wanted to admire the sea alone. I felt a bit dizzy
from the sun.”

“It’s too much to go down the trail with an injured leg.”

Adelaide looked at him silently. Ezra, meeting her gaze, took a breath and
spoke quietly.

“If you don’t mind, I could… help.”

Ezra’s ears turned red again.

Adelaide lowered her eyes and replied,

“Yes. Please.”

***

Ezra lifted Adelaide effortlessly. When she wrapped her arms around his
neck, his neck turned red, but his kind smile remained composed.

“I’m indebted to you.”

Whispering softly, Ezra flinched momentarily but answered calmly,

“It’s nothing. I did make a mistake. This won’t make up for my rudeness,
but I’m honored to be of help.”

“…”

Could he really have been so disarmed by the conversation? I didn’t expect

it to be this easy.

As Adelaide remained silent, Ezra, slightly awkward, initiated the

conversation.

“How about looking at the horizon? The weather is nice, and the sea is
beautiful. Maybe it will calm your dizziness.”

Though she didn’t think it would, Adelaide followed his suggestion and
looked at the horizon. The sea, sparkling like a blue jewel, filled her vision.

“It is beautiful.”
“Isn’t it?”

Ezra smiled brightly.

“Ador is a wonderful city. It’s very faithful to its desires. Have you heard
this saying? If I wake up in the heart of Ador one morning…”

“All my desires will awaken at once and surround me.”

Ezra stopped. When she looked up, his face was filled with a bright smile.

“You know Calvino!”

His innocence and joy almost made her let her guard down. Adelaide
maintained her composure and replied,

“I’ve read his books, but I didn’t know it described Ador.”

“It’s not exactly Ador. As you know…”

Ezra, wanting to leave a good impression, continued,

“He didn’t describe real cities. What’s important is how the reader perceives
it.”

“You must like his literature.”

“My father says it’s too unrealistic.”

Ezra laughed again, a gentle and refreshing smile.

“I’ve seen many who like Durante or Francesco, but not many who know
Calvino. This is exciting.”

“You must love literature.”

“I enjoy reading. I also love delving into things. What about you?”

“I…”
Their conversation continued down the trail.

Ezra was easier to handle than expected. He made her feel the time spent in
the library was worthwhile.

The trail seemed much shorter than when they ascended. When they
reached Santa Lucia Square, Ezra hesitated before asking,

“You’re staying at the Bonaparte resort, right?”

“Yes. Please let me down somewhere suitable and call for someone…”

Ezra stopped. He looked at her with clear, light purple eyes and asked,

“…Would it be inconvenient if I wanted to escort you all the way?”

“…I’d be grateful.”

Adelaide replied after a pause. Ezra smiled faintly, even though he sensed it
wasn’t the best response.

“Do you have plans for the evening?”

“No, not really.”

“I’m hosting a reading club. Would you like to join? I’ll come to pick you
up.”

“I’d need my brother’s permission.”

At the mention of Cesare, Ezra’s face hardened. His kind smile quickly
turned into a sneer.

“Count Cesare, you mean.”

Adelaide blinked, slightly surprised by his strong aversion. Ezra, seemingly

deep in thought, asked,

“…Is he kind to you?”

“How kind he is.”

“Is that so…”

An awkward silence fell as they approached the resort.

Hoping Aegir might be around, Adelaide looked around and stopped upon
seeing someone at the resort’s arched entrance.

“…Brother?”

Cesare, smoking a cigar at the entrance, looked up.

Having cleaned up, his hair was wet and glistening. His white shirt sleeves
rolled up, and his hands in his pockets, he struck a nonchalant pose.

As Ezra approached Cesare, his back straightened and shoulders squared.

When Adelaide glanced at him, his once gentle face was now frowning.

The tense atmosphere made Adelaide glance between the two men, saying
nothing.

Finally, Ezra reached Cesare. Neither said a word.

Then, Cesare let out a low chuckle.

“You two seem to get along well.”

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Chapter 67

- The young lady was seen coming down the trail with Ezra Della Valle.

Cesare had just finished exercising when he heard the news.

He dismissed the knight commander who had been overseeing his training
and took the towel handed to him by his attendant.

“Where is Lucrezia?”

- She’s not visible.

Cesare, who had been shaking off his sweat-soaked hair, paused. His thick
eyebrows furrowed.

There was no way a scholar like Ezra would have gone to the observation
deck on his own.

It must be one of Lucrezia’s schemes.

“They were carried down together? Are you sure?”

- Positive. They just entered Santa Lucia Square.

Cesare gulped down the ice water prepared on the tray in one go. He then
began walking briskly inside the resort.

As he stretched his long legs towards his room, a slight suspicion crossed
his mind.
Carried down? Adèle Bibi?

That stubborn shoeshine girl was not one to be easily manipulated.

A woman who, even after falling from the roof, never thought of relying on
others. She wouldn’t just let herself be carried without a reason.

‘Injury. Scheme. Love at first sight…’

His arm paused as he started to take off his sweat-soaked shirt in the
hallway.

A moment later, Cesare let out a hissing breath and finished taking off his
shirt.

Whatever it was, it needed to be checked.

Reaching his room and now completely naked, he quickly headed to the
bath.

After washing up, he came down just in time to see Ezra and Adèle
climbing the hill toward the resort.

The sight of the two intertwined made Cesare unconsciously stop in his
tracks.

“…”

Standing under the arch covered in climbing ivy, he watched the scene
expressionlessly.

The winding path leading to the Stellone Resort.

Short olive trees with plump, silvery leaves lined the path, and purple
hyssop bloomed abundantly at their feet.

Adèle was smiling faintly while talking with Ezra, her yellow eyes
sparkling like amber as if enjoying the conversation.
The sunlight was pleasant. Even the shoeshine girl was smiling broadly like
a winter bride while being carried.

The acacia scent, which he hadn’t noticed until now, filled the air.

It felt overwhelming, causing a slight throbbing inside him.

From the high ground, Cesare could see Ezra repeatedly adjusting his hold
on her unnecessarily.

Each time, Adèle would flinch and clutch Ezra’s neck tighter.

“That sly fox…”

Cesare unconsciously muttered to himself, then shut his mouth, surprised

by his own words.

The acacia scent still lingered in his nostrils.

But now, his mind was colder and clearer than ever.

Even clearer than when he realized Adèle had no interest in him.

His deputy butler, Holt, approached him.

“Master, do you need anything?”

“…”

Cesare simply held out his middle and index fingers, gesturing.

Holt quickly placed a cigar between Cesare’s fingers.

Cesare brought the lit cigar to his mouth and took a deep drag. The bitter
chocolate scent of the cigar pushed the acacia scent away.

It finally felt like he could breathe.

“…This is good.”
Cesare murmured to himself suddenly.

Judging by the scene, Ezra seemed to have fallen head over heels for the
shoeshine girl.

It was unexpected that Adèle Bibi would be so easily charmed by Ezra…

“Such low standards.”

“Excuse me?”

Ignoring Holt’s question, Cesare took another drag on his cigar. He was no
longer frowning.

In any case, it was a good development. He had finally identified the source
of his inexplicable irritation.

Cesare had always thought Adèle Bibi had ridiculously high standards.

That was why she didn’t know how to slyly flatter him, didn’t know how to
use her ample bosom to get close, and never once made a mistake in
coming to his room.

Perhaps it was all a matter of pride.

That was why seeing Adèle always made him so irritated.

Whenever he approached, she would just pretend to acknowledge him with

emotionless eyes, never once taking the initiative to come to him.

She didn’t even seem to want to.

That really hurt his pride.

But now, Adèle Bibi was smiling at Ezra.

If she could smile like that at someone like Ezra, it meant her taste was not
sky-high but rather down to earth.
Therefore, Cesare had no reason to be annoyed by Adèle Bibi’s indifference
anymore.

He could simply use and discard her as planned, like a piece on a

chessboard.

Everything would go according to plan, and the plan was perfect.

“This is good.”

Cesare murmured again to no one in particular.

He watched in silence as the two, who seemed like a loving couple from a
distance, approached.

Finally, he took another deep drag on his cigar, swallowing not only the
picturesque scene of Adèle Bibi smiling but also the impulse to tear it apart.

The acacia scent was no longer present. Only the pungent cigar smoke filled
his senses, persistently throbbing inside him.

***

As soon as Adèle saw Cesare standing at the resort entrance, she sensed a
subtle change in him.

“…?”

He didn’t seem angry, but his eyes were cold and solemn.

Instinctively, her shoulders tensed up.

As she held her breath, Cesare smiled faintly, showing his dimples.

“You two seem to get along well.”

Without any greeting, he made a sarcastic remark.

Ezra, seemingly used to it, frowned and sent him a look of contempt.
“Lady Adelaide was found collapsed at the observation deck. It seems she
twisted her ankle when she fell, so I helped her.”

At those words, Cesare’s gaze turned to Adèle.

Meeting his eyes, Adèle flinched.

His golden eyes, from which the usual heat and irritation had vanished,
were now cold and distant.

His faint smile conveyed a vast sense of distance, reminiscent of when she
first met him at the San Salina Square.

Adèle now realized that the irritable Cesare of recent days had been quite a
human side of him.

“…I felt dizzy.”

Adèle answered politely, fearing to upset him.

Cesare stared at her for a moment before chuckling.

“You’ve had a tough time.”

“…”

Though his tone was gentle, it made her entire body bristle.

Adèle closed her mouth, and Ezra raised an eyebrow in slight confusion.

“You’re just saying ‘tough time’ when your sister is injured?”

With his hands in his pockets and cigar in his mouth, Cesare shrugged.

“She looks good for someone injured.”

“That’s because I was carrying her!”

“Congratulations. You get to step back today.”

Ezra’s neck turned bright red in an instant.

“…Why are you always like this?”

“What’s my deal?”

“Always insulting people!”

Cesare raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Hmm. You seem to know me well. Are you interested in me?”

“…!”

Ezra looked like he was holding back a curse.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I hate you!”

“Strong denial means affirmation.”

“…!”

Ezra looked like he was about to shout but swallowed it back down.

He seemed so angry that he momentarily forgot he was carrying Adèle.

“Enough of this…!”

As Ezra stepped forward slightly, Adèle’s ankles rubbed together, causing

pain.

“…!”

A small sound, more a gasp than a word, escaped her.

Both Cesare and Ezra’s eyes turned to her.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

Ezra instantly turned pale. Adèle nodded slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of pain. I’ll be fine once I get inside for treatment.”

Despite her words, Ezra looked flustered.

“Ah. I really… made a mistake. I should have prioritized your treatment

first…”

“I’m grateful you helped me this far.”

“But. Ah… I’m really sorry…”

His furrowed brow showed no sign of easing. His light purple eyes were
filled with genuine concern, softening Adèle’s voice naturally.

“The conversation we had on the way down was quite enjoyable. You
entertained me, so I’ll let this incident slide.”

Ezra, who had been floundering adorably, paused. His ears gradually turned
red.

However, he glanced at Cesare, who was still looking indifferent, and then
smiled politely.

“I’d love to continue our conversation, but this isn’t the best place. You
need treatment as well.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“…I look forward to seeing you again.”

Ezra carefully lowered Adèle to the ground. She glanced around, looking
for Aegir, but her attention was drawn to Cesare, who was still standing at
the entrance, watching them.
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Chapter 68

Ezra’s light purple eyes wavered like waves as he spoke.

Adelaide stared at him for a moment before nodding her head.

Aegir had approached without her noticing. Cesare gave a silent nod, and
Aegir took Adelaide from Ezra.

Ezra slowly lowered his now-empty arms.

He watched Adelaide being taken away for a moment, then slowly turned to
Cesare.

His face, usually composed, now bore a heavy look of disdain.

Cesare smirked contemptuously.

“Now get lost. I’m sick of seeing your face.”

“Why do you always have to speak like that…!”

“Holt, get him out of here.”

The head of the Bonaparte family, who feared nothing in the world, left the
task of ejecting the second son of the Della Valle family to his deputy butler
and turned away.

His gaze fell on Adelaide. He smiled, but his eyes were cold, making her
hold her breath.
“We have something to discuss, don’t we?”

***

Adelaide received treatment for her ankle in Cesare’s room. It was a minor
sprain.

Cesare smoked a cigar as he sat on the windowsill, filling the room with a
pungent smoke. It was stronger and more acrid than what he usually
smoked.

Despite trying to hold it back, a cough eventually escaped from Adelaide’s

mouth.

“…Cough.”

Cesare’s gaze immediately turned to her.

Adelaide widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

The room fell silent. Even the physician paused, sensing the tension.

Contrary to expectations, Cesare casually opened the window and tossed

out the cigar.

“Do you dislike the smell of cigars?”

His overly kind tone was frightening.

Adelaide glanced at him nervously before speaking cautiously.

“The ones you usually smoke are fine. It’s just that this one is a bit
strong…”

“I see. I’ll be careful in the future.”

“…”

Why is he being so scary…?

The treatment finished quickly, probably because the physician sensed the
tense atmosphere in the room.

“It would be best for the young lady to use crutches for a while, but since
you have a Brachiere, it would be good to have him accompany you at all
times.”

Leaving a few obvious cautions, the physician hurriedly departed.

Only Adelaide and Cesare were left in the room.

Cesare still sat on the windowsill, and Adelaide sat on his bed. Her hands
were already sweaty.

Finally, Cesare spoke brightly.

“Explain.”

Adelaide swallowed dryly and quickly recounted what had happened at the
observation deck.

The questions the ladies asked, how she answered, what Lucrezia did.

She subtly included words to suggest it wasn’t her fault.

And in the end, the result wasn’t bad. Getting closer to Ezra was something
Cesare would welcome.

“…It seems Sir Ezra has started to take an interest in me.”

Adelaide concluded her report with a cautious opinion.

Cesare remained silent, his hands in his pockets throughout her report.

If it weren’t for the faint smile on his lips, she would have thought he was
angry.

After she finished, he smiled without warmth.

“Interest.”

His smile was slightly mocking. One eyebrow raised, and a deep dimple
appeared on his cheek.

“By now, he’s probably enjoying pleasant thoughts of you, so that’s a form
of interest, I suppose.”

“…”

“Well done.”

He spoke indifferently and lazily.

“I’ll let Epony know, so don’t forget your treatment.”

“…Thank you.”

Her reply was almost a whisper. The room fell silent again.

Beyond his thin smile, Cesare watched her with sharp eyes, mocking her
nervousness.

“Did you say Ezra invited you to a reading club?”

“…Yes. He mentioned it in passing.”

“Hmm.”

Cesare tilted his head. His large hand left his pocket and stroked his
jawline.

“What do you think?”

“Pardon?”

“I was going to take you to the ‘Balladur Club’ tonight. But since Ezra
invited you, choose.”
Adelaide was momentarily speechless.

Cesare asking her opinion felt like a cruel joke.

“Of course, I would follow your wishes.”

She reflexively started to answer.

A salty breeze blew through the open window. Through Cesare’s disheveled
sea-colored hair, she saw his serene golden eyes.

“…”

Adelaide unconsciously stopped speaking. She remembered their first

meeting.

His eyes, measuring her usefulness through the rising cigar smoke.

A warning light flashed in her mind.

“…What kind of club is the ‘Balladur Club’?”

Cesare smiled quietly.

“It’s a club attended only by high-ranking officials and the heads of great
noble families. It’s held only during the winter season, and the main topics
are politics, economics, society, and diplomacy.”

“…”

Adelaide’s face grew serious as she stared wide-eyed at Cesare.

He surprisingly waited patiently.

Finally, Adelaide spoke cautiously.

“…Still, wouldn’t it be better to go to Sir Ezra’s invitation?”

“Why?”
“Our ‘game’ aims to marry Sir Ezra. With the target right in front of us,
there’s no reason to go roundabout…”

Adelaide spoke, measuring his reaction.

Besides, high-ranking officials… She felt woefully unprepared.

Cesare looked down and chuckled.

“Do that.”

“…”

He didn’t indicate whether it was the right answer.

‘But if I had just followed him, that would have been the wrong answer…’

Cesare, unaware of her inner turmoil, stood up as if the discussion was over.

“Ezra will come tonight, so get ready. Aegir must accompany you wherever
you go.”

Adelaide looked up belatedly.

“But he mentioned it in passing. Will he really come?”

“He will.”

The response was firm.

When she looked at him, questioning, Cesare smiled coldly.

“You said the conversation was enjoyable, right?”

Adelaide blinked, confused.

Just for that reason? And it was she who said it, not Ezra.

Coming from Cesare, it seemed oddly…vulnerable.

She stared at him silently. His once relaxed smile was now slightly stiff.

Adelaide snapped out of it under his intense gaze. Was that a question?

“Yes. It was enjoyable.”

“…”

For a brief moment, his smile vanished, but only for an instant.

He quickly smiled again, showing his charming dimples.

“Hmm. His level matches a shoeshine girl. Ezra’s useless too.”

With that, he grabbed the doorknob. His golden eyes, obscured by his
bangs, looked murky like dusty gold, making Adelaide doubt her eyes.

“Brother?”

She spoke impulsively, and Cesare looked up.

His eyes were still sharp, cold, and ruthless.

…Was it my imagination?

Adelaide, feeling uneasy, stiffened her face and looked down.

“Nothing.”

“…”

Cesare looked at her briefly, then left the room without a word.

***

In the transition from afternoon to evening, Ezra did indeed come to see
Adelaide.

“Lady Adelaide!”
Standing under the archway in the sunset, Ezra smiled brightly as he made
eye contact with her.

The dark tan wool coat with gold buttons suited him well.

Adelaide approached, carried by Aegir.

“Seeing you again so soon.”

He smiled warmly as their eyes met.

“Greetings in the name of the goddess. I apologize for coming so suddenly.

I thought it would be nice if you could join the reading club I mentioned
earlier.”

Adelaide smiled silently. Cesare’s certainty that he would come crossed her
mind.

He seems to have good judgment about people, so why did he bring in Lady
Flavia…

As she pondered, she realized Ezra’s expression was becoming quite

dismal, and she hurriedly spoke.

“No need to apologize. I was interested too.”

“Ah…”

Ezra stopped frowning and smiled broadly.

“But the club was just an excuse. I was really worried about you.”

“Pardon?”

Ezra’s velvety soft purple eyes looked at her gently.

“How is your ankle?”

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Chapter 69

“…”

Adèle looked up at him blankly. She felt strange.

How long had it been since she last heard those words?

Her mind drifted, and just as Lady Flavia’s nagging voice began with “like
a lady!”, she snapped back to reality.

“…I’m fine. I received treatment. Thank you for your concern.”

Despite her stiff response, Ezra smiled warmly.

Feeling a tickle in her throat from his kind gaze, Adèle involuntarily looked
away.

“So, are you going back for today?”

This time, Ezra’s eyes widened. He blinked in surprise and then asked with
a serious look.

“Do you want me to leave like this?”

“…”

He’s more straightforward than I thought…

While she was thinking that, Ezra laughed awkwardly with a slightly
uncertain voice.
“I dressed up with some care. Does it not look that way?”

“Ha.”

Adèle inadvertently chuckled.

Ezra’s face immediately brightened, and Adèle finally laughed out loud.

“No, actually, I was looking forward to it too. Please take care of me.”

***

Ezra suggested riding his horse to the Condentio Gallery, where the clubs
were held, but Aegir firmly refused.

“My master entrusted the young lady to me.”

Ezra looked at Aegir, who spoke like that, with an unusually scrutinizing
gaze and shrugged.

“Then it can’t be helped.”

The atmosphere was oddly beyond politeness, almost cold.

‘Are they on bad terms?’

Adèle checked Aegir’s expression, but the red-haired Brachiare only

blinked expressionlessly.

He looked as though he was not thinking anything, as usual. Adèle quickly

gave up on her investigation.

Soon, the two horses began to walk up the hill. Ezra turned back several
times even after entering the street.

“So, Duke Cesare really didn’t come to see you off.”

“To see me off?”

Adèle, who was riding in front of Aegir, asked in puzzlement.

“It’s your first social season, isn’t it? It’s customary for the family to see
you off when you leave and greet you when you return.”

Adèle’s lips curved subtly.

Where’s the person who pretended to be a beloved sister…

Seeing Adèle’s face, Ezra made a strange expression.

“Miss Adelaide. Does Duke Cesare treat you well?”

She wanted to call him a perverted, promiscuous libertine, but the law of
Omertà was strict. Adèle spoke calmly.

“My brother is kind. He’s just shy.”

“Shy…”

“Yes. He speaks harshly, but he is kind and very shy.”

“Shy…”

“Yes.”

When Adèle spoke firmly, Ezra looked as if he couldn’t agree, but smiled as
if he didn’t want to argue directly with a lady.

“For someone shy, he uses formal language with you.”

“He recently came to the capital, so it’s still awkward for him. It’s not
because there’s an issue between us.”

Despite her explanation, Ezra’s eyes remained filled with worry.

Adèle, pretending to be as calm as possible, asked him slyly.

“Do I seem awkward with my brother?”

“Not awkward, but…”

Ezra chose his words very carefully, his smile looking incredibly unnatural.

“…You don’t seem like typical siblings since you’ve been apart for so
long.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen other sides of my brother. Even earlier,
when I was treated in his room, he was very worried…”

“What? In Duke Cesare’s room?”

Ezra asked in surprise.

“But a grown lady being nursed in the same room… it could cause
misunderstandings…”

Come to think of it, Lucrezia had said something like that…

Adèle tried to explain without appearing defensive.

“My brother cares for me very much.”

“So, was he with you the whole time you were treating your ankle injury?”

“Yes, he was.”

“So Duke Cesare saw your bare feet as well.”

Seeing Ezra’s eyes trembling with disbelief, Adèle roughly guessed what
misunderstanding he was having.

She looked away subtly.

He probably did it just for his own convenience…

Adèle briefly pondered whether to protect Cesare’s honor but realized there
was no honor left for the prodigal son of Bonaparte.
Besides, it was his fault for moving the injured Adèle to his bedroom in the
first place.

Having come to a conclusion, Adèle asked as if she didn’t understand.

“Is that a big problem?”

“…”

Ezra’s response was a silent, complicated gaze.

Then he asked with a slightly distorted face.

“…You do use separate rooms, right?”

Adèle blinked innocently, hoping to appear naive.

“Of course. My brother recognizes me as a proper member of Bonaparte.”

“Oh, that’s a relief, but…”

“Is there something bothering you?”

A subtle smile appeared on Ezra’s lips. He hesitated for a long time before
speaking.

“…Does Duke Cesare…”

“Yes.”

“…Does he have any…”

“Yes?”

“…”

He stopped mid-sentence, looked at Adèle’s face, and shook his head with
difficulty.
“…Never mind. I misspoke. Please forget it… Just let me know if you ever
need help.”

***

Condentio Gallery was a multi-story building carved into the cliffs of

Ador’s coast.

Though narrow, its height was dizzyingly tall, with arches made of brown
bricks continuing like piano keys.

From the moment Adèle entered the gallery in Aegir’s arms, she couldn’t
take her eyes off the glass dome ceiling.

The sunset light streaming through the glass dome cast rippling shadows on
the interior of reddish-brown bricks.

Gentlemen in black tricorn hats and ladies with golden chrysanthemums

decorating the brims of their hats moved like tropical fish beneath it.

“Are there always this many people?”

Adèle realized she might have looked like a foolish country girl after
asking.

But fortunately, Ezra didn’t laugh at her and smiled gently.

“It’s fewer today because it’s the first day of the season. It’ll be more
crowded tomorrow.”

“Do social gatherings only take place here?”

“Of course, the venues vary.”

Recalling Cesare’s words, Adèle asked.

“Where does the Baladur Club meet?”

Ezra’s expression became subtle.

“The Baladur Club, since most attendees hold high positions, meets at
Ador’s temple. It’s the most secure place.”

“I see…”

That means I won’t run into Cesare. Ezra looked at Adèle thoughtfully and
asked quietly.

“Did you want to go to the Baladur Club?”

“No, my brother intends to introduce me there.”

“Oh…”

Though he appeared composed, his face didn’t seem entirely calm.

Adèle remembered that he was the second son of Della Valle, a scholar with
no clear status, and looked up at the dome again.

“Having never participated in social activities in Capolo, it feels awkward.

What clubs are there?”

Ezra, with a kind face, responded to her question.

“Then it might be a good opportunity to experience them. The most popular

are related to yachting and horse riding. Santnar people love speed.”

“I see…”

They all must have too much free time.

The shoe shiner who had struggled through a tough life felt a skewed sense
of irony.

She hid her thoughts and smiled gracefully.

“They all have wonderful hobbies.”

“Some hobbies enrich human life. Personally, I think books are the best
among them.”

With that, Ezra led Adèle to the room where the Verisimus Club gathered.

The room, carpeted in ivory, had several round tables around which people
clustered, whispering quietly.

They all stopped talking the moment Adèle and Ezra entered the room.

Then, like a school of sardines, they simultaneously turned their heads

toward Adèle.

“…”

Startled by their synchronized movements, Adèle involuntarily clutched

Aegir’s neck tightly. Her breath started to quicken slightly.

Damn initiation.

I’m so fed up with crowds now.

Feeling her mouth go dry, she barely managed to loosen her grip on his
arm.

Aegir, with a slightly ostentatious motion, readjusted his hold on her. He

patted her arm several times in a way only she could notice.

“…”

“…”

She looked at Aegir in surprise, but his expression remained unchanged.

Was that a gesture of comfort?

Adèle let out a small, involuntary laugh.

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Chapter 70

“Oh!”

Someone suddenly shouted. Adèle turned her head.

She spotted a young lady with carrot-colored hair standing up abruptly near
the table.

It was the young lady who had approached her at the debutante ball,
claiming to be a friend of Lucrezia.

‘Geneviève Malatesta? I almost didn’t recognize her.’

Back then, her hair was curly. Now it was styled in waves similar to
Adèle’s.

Adèle looked back at Ezra.

“I see someone I know. I should go greet her.”

“Someone you know?”

Ezra’s gaze turned to Geneviève.

“Ah, Miss Geneviève.”

His tone was kind, but not particularly warm. He was stricter than she had
thought.
Adèle revised her evaluation of him and tapped Aegir on the shoulder. Aegir
naturally headed towards Geneviève.

“God’s peace be with you. You are Miss Geneviève Malatesta, correct?”

“God’s peace be with you!”

Geneviève shouted with an emotional gaze.

“You, you remembered me. Miss Adelaide!”

“Of course. We became friends back then, didn’t we?”

Geneviève covered her mouth and her eyes trembled with emotion.

“Can, can I really be your friend?”

“Unless you dislike me.”

“How could I dislike you!”

Geneviève shouted immediately.

As people around them cleared their throats, she blushed and belatedly
looked at Adèle’s ankle.

“Oh. Miss Adelaide, your ankle…?”

“Ah, it’s a bit embarrassing, but I got hurt a little.”

Adèle shook her ankle, which was wrapped in a red silk ribbon over the
cast.

“I had a dizzy spell and fell while taking a walk during the day.”

Geneviève blinked in confusion.

“I heard you went with Miss Lucrezia… Was no one around?”

“It turned out that way.”

“Ah…”

Geneviève smiled awkwardly.

At that moment, Ezra, with a soft smile, interjected.

“God’s peace be with you. It’s been a while, Miss Geneviève.”

At his smile, Geneviève quickly pursed her lips and blushed.

“Go-God’s peace be with you…”

Ezra smiled once more and then turned his gaze back to Adèle.

“Miss Adelaide. It must be uncomfortable to stay in someone’s arms all the

time. You should take a seat.”

Geneviève, who was suddenly excluded from their focus, smiled

awkwardly.

Adèle glanced at Ezra once, then at Geneviève, and finally at the curious
nobles around them. She then spoke to Geneviève.

“Miss Geneviève. This is my first time here, so I feel awkward. Would you
join me at my table?”

Geneviève’s eyes widened like a fish.

“Really! I would love that! But, would you be okay with someone like
me?”

“In Fornatie, do they call someone cute ‘someone like me’?”

“Oh! Please don’t make such jokes. It’s embarrassing!”

“I’m not joking.”

“Miss Adelaide!”

Adèle laughed softly at Geneviève’s blushing face.

“But I mean it. I would appreciate your help.”

Adèle said this and looked back at Ezra.

“Don’t you agree, Sir Ezra?”

Her eyes curved into a smile.

‘If you get something too easily, you lose interest quickly.’

Ezra, meeting her gaze, smiled calmly.

“Of course. I would be happy if she joins us.”

***

Adèle sat with Ezra and Aegir on either side.

It was natural for Ezra, who had escorted her, to sit beside her, but Aegir
was surprisingly stubborn.

“It’s my master’s order.”

He said this with a stern face, making it impossible to push him aside.
Cesare’s name was paramount in Santnar.

Geneviève sat next to Ezra, and a few others who had noticed Ezra also
came over and sat around them.

A servant standing in the corner quickly brought spumante(1) and some brie
cheese for everyone.

“Well then, since we are all gathered…”

“Yes, shall we start?”

They all looked at Adèle with sparkling eyes.

Ezra whispered to her as she froze in surprise.

“It is customary for the highest-ranking person to give the opening speech.”

“…”

You should have told me. You should have told me!

Adèle gritted her teeth slightly. In her mind, books from the library flipped
through rapidly.

She brushed her hair back and smiled brightly, a smile she had never made
before.

“God’s peace be with you. I am Adelaide Bonaparte. I hope this time we

spend together allows us to reach greater heights through the universal
reason granted to us by the providence of the universe.”

She finished her speech and smiled slightly at everyone, referencing

Cesare’s behavior.

It was effective. They looked at her with wide eyes, seemingly having
forgotten what she had said.

Luckily, she had just said anything that came to mind.

After finishing the opening speech, Adèle sank deep into the velvet sofa and
held her spumante glass.

“If you think you might make a mistake, raise your glass. Stare at the wine
while swirling it to show you’re not in the mood to answer.”

It was a lesson from the late Lady Flavia.

“Um, has anyone read Annianus?”

“If you mean Annianus, I have…”

Despite glancing at Adèle, people started talking among themselves.

As she lowered her gaze and listened to their conversation, Adèle thought
first of Cesare.

She seemed to understand why he had wanted to take her to the Baladur
Club on the first day of the season.

Adèle subtly lifted her eyes to look at those sitting around the large, round
marble table, smoking pipes or savoring spumante in long glasses.

Their status was that of second sons of noble families, scholars from the
academy, third daughters who were not heirs, low-level officials in the
parliament… They were all such people.

To a shoe shiner, they were high and mighty, but from Bonaparte’s
perspective, they didn’t even come close to her feet.

They were watching Adèle with side glances, hoping she might provide
some amusing topic.

If Adèle showed even a hint of unladylike behavior, they would

immediately delight in tearing her apart.

‘Cesare must have known.’

That’s why he tried to set an exemplary model on the first day of the
season.

A grand noble would not be so interested in Adèle.

Thinking this far, Adèle elegantly took a sip of spumante.

‘Since I’m already here, I have no choice.’

If she could leave without making any mistakes, she would have succeeded.
Ezra was already out of her mind.
Adèle lowered her glass, which she had been holding for too long, stretched
out her legs, and leaned back.

She made sure to wear a slightly bored expression.

Normally, it would be rude, but she was a Bonaparte, and her brother was
the notorious Cesare.

“Miss Adelaide, who is your favorite writer?”

As soon as she put down her glass, a young lady asked, as if she had been
waiting.

“I heard at the debutante ball that you are interested in Durante, Giovanni,
and Francesco.”

Adèle chose her words carefully and answered with a slightly haughty but
polite tone.

“You’re right. It’s hard to discuss Santnar’s literature without mentioning

those three.”

She said this and gently placed her hand on Ezra’s shoulder.

“Of course, I also like Calvino, like Sir Ezra.”

Ezra’s neck turned red in an instant, but he smiled like a boy.

“I’m glad to share tastes with you, Miss Adelaide. Calvino is one of my
favorite writers. He has a piece about a man who climbed a tree…”

Whether he was quick-witted or just kind-hearted.

He skillfully diverted some of the attention meant for Adèle.

Thanks to him, the conversation unfolded in a way that wasn’t burdensome

for Adèle.
It was even somewhat enjoyable. In Kimora, where she had been the only
one who read books, she couldn’t have imagined this. A reading club!

Contrary to her expectations that nobles would be arrogant and pretentious,

they were all polite, kind, and considerate in their speech.

They shared similar favorite passages or moving parts from books.

If Cesare had heard, he would have laughed, but Adèle thought that perhaps
nobles and shoe shiners weren’t so different as to be unable to understand
each other.

‘If it continues like this, there won’t be any problems.’

After a long conversation, enough for the spumante bubbles to dissipate,

there was a brief lull.

“By the way, have you heard? There’s been another fight in Kimora.”

At those words, the nobles who had been smiling warmly suddenly wore
displeased expressions.

[Footnotes]

1) Spumante: Italian sparkling wine

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Chapter 71

“What a terrible situation. The public safety is poor, and even the
commoners avoid it,” Lady Ravenna said, tapping her lips with her fan as if
disgusted. She turned to Adèle.

“Miss Adelaide, does Duke Cesare have any plans to renovate Kimora?”

“Excuse me?”

Adèle, suddenly addressed, replied in surprise.

Lady Ravenna raised an eyebrow and smiled subtly.

“Could you perhaps speak to Duke Cesare about it?”

“About what?”

“Kimora, of course. Isn’t it a crime-ridden area? It’s absurd that such a

district exists in a tourist city like Fornatie.”

Lady Ravenna smiled at Adèle, seeking agreement.

Adèle, knowing it was impolite, stared at her expressionlessly.

Lady Ravenna, feeling awkward, slightly opened her fan, and a gentleman
in a navy winter coat stepped in to mediate.

“I agree. We could clear it out and create a grand garden worth boasting
about. Increasing tourism would also boost revenue.”
Lady Ravenna smiled at Sir Chigoli, who had saved her from her
embarrassment.

“The same goes for welfare policies. Why should we pay taxes to support
the poor? Although Santnar is a republic, it’s becoming too steeped in
welfare populism.”

“Even if we help them, they won’t make any effort. That’s why they’re
stuck in Kimora.”

“Exactly. Do you think they’ve worked as hard as we have?”

Despite noticing Adèle’s silence and Ezra’s awkward smile, people added
their comments one by one.

“You’re right. Anyone with proper sense would have left Kimora by now.”

“Where else has such good welfare as Fornatie? They live in this great
country and are always quick to blame society for not providing enough.”

“I…”

Geneviève also tried to speak up, but upon seeing Adèle’s expression, she
sank back into the sofa to minimize her presence.

Adèle listened to the conversation with clear eyes.

She felt a deep, unmistakable sadness.

These people had no idea how difficult and dangerous it was to escape the
poverty and ignorance that ruled Kimora.

Adèle herself had tried several times to escape Kimora, only to be dragged
back and brutally beaten.

“Of course, it would be difficult to remove the entire area as it would be

unsightly to foreign visitors, and space would be wasted. But, how about
exporting the people of Kimora as slaves?”
Lady Ravenna laughed loudly after saying this.

The nobles laughed along with her. Although they didn’t take her joke
literally, they seemed to enjoy its exaggerated humor.

Adèle still couldn’t see what was funny about it.

Noticing her fingers trembling slightly, she took a sip of her spumante. The
peach aroma had disappeared, leaving only the sharp taste of alcohol. Adèle
frowned without realizing it.

As the highest-ranking person in the gathering wore a disinterested

expression, the laughter soon died down.

“Miss Adelaide, you don’t seem very interested in Fornatie’s affairs.”

Lady Ravenna, dissatisfied, straightened her neck adorned with a pearl

necklace and asked. Her attitude suggested she wouldn’t be overshadowed
by the aura of a Bonaparte.

Adèle remained silent for a moment before smiling faintly.

“I didn’t think my opinion was needed.”

“What in this universe is truly necessary or unnecessary? We simply seek

the truth. I’m curious about your opinion, Miss Adelaide.”

“You probably don’t want to hear it.”

Sensing the tension, people’s eyes sparkled with interest.

Adèle noticed this. She knew it would be better to stop. However…

She continued sipping the now flat spumante with a cold head.

“Since you insist, I suppose I must hear your opinion today.”

Lady Ravenna said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Adèle calmly
placed her glass down.
“I was just curious if you could say that in front of those people.”

Lady Ravenna’s eyes widened in a blank expression.

“Surely Miss Bonaparte knows about Omertà.”

“This isn’t a matter of Omertà. I just wondered if it’s right to talk about
exporting fellow citizens as slaves in a republic like Santnar.”

“This is a club for the nobility, Miss Adelaide.”

“In a country where envy towards the nobility has been passed down for
generations, I wonder how they would react knowing such jokes are being
made.”

“Those people won’t hear this anyway.”

“Referring to people as ‘those’ is not right, madam.”

“They are not like us.”

“They also have voting rights and are citizens just like us.”

Lady Ravenna snorted disdainfully.

“So what? They’re uneducated, foolish, and lazy! They only know how to
breed like cockroaches in that filthy place!”

Lady Ravenna spoke harshly but soon made a face as if she found the taste
unpleasant.

She seemed deeply offended by the fact that she had uttered such vulgar
words herself.

Adèle looked at her calmly and then spoke.

“Isn’t that what welfare is for?”

“Why should we spend our money to help them?”

“I’m sure you know the concept of human rights? There are still people
starving to death in Kimora.”

“There are also those who survive. And they beg, pickpocket, and rob in the
squares every day. Do you mean to say that we ordinary citizens should just
accept that because they are poorer and more pitiful than us?”

“I’m not talking about those who commit crimes. Besides, Kimora is not a
monolith. There are surely people who want to escape Kimora. If they’ve
made every effort but still can’t leave Kimora, it’s no longer an individual
issue but a societal problem that needs to be addressed collectively.”

Lady Ravenna hesitated for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Miss Adelaide! You must be clueless since you just came up from Capolo.
Perhaps we were too polite.”

She lowered her voice, speaking slowly as if imparting an important truth.

“They don’t make any effort.”

Lady Ravenna, speaking coldly, elegantly moved her fan towards Sir
Chigoli in the navy cloak.

“Look at Sir Chigoli over there. His brother, Lord Chigoli, started a trading
company with just the 50,000 gold coins given by their family. Now, he’s a
respectable merchant.”

Sir Chigoli smiled awkwardly but proudly as he was pointed out.

Lady Ravenna moved her fan in another direction.

“Look at Miss Audrey over there. Her grandmother dedicated decades and
brought the remarkable invention of speculative navigation to the world.”

Miss Audrey, hearing her name from another table, looked around. She
smiled and greeted Lady Ravenna before returning to her conversation.

Lady Ravenna sneered again.

“But what have the commoners done? Studying is not done in spare time
but by making time. If they had really tried, Kimora would be empty by
now!”

Her face was now red like a turkey wattle, apparently very excited by her
own speech.

Adèle looked at her quietly and then asked softly.

“Then what about those who don’t have 50,000 gold coins for military
funds, or even 5 pence for today’s bread?”

Lady Ravenna’s eyebrow raised in annoyance. She looked as if she was still
asking if there was more to be said.

Adèle continued, ignoring her expression.

“What about those who don’t have family support, a house, food, or
clothing to invest decades in studying?”

“Miss Adelaide. That’s…”

“Some people in Kimora have to work all day just to rent a place to sleep.
Madam.”

“Miss Adelaide!”

Lady Ravenna, now expressionless, called out in a low voice. She sighed
deeply as if she were very tired and spoke.

“Honestly, that’s not our concern. If they feel wronged, they should have
been born into a better family.”

“…”

Adèle clenched her fists unconsciously.

At that moment, Ezra, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and smiled
brightly.
“Excuse me for interrupting the discussion. I suddenly feel like my future
ambition has become a kidnapper.”

He quickly lifted Adèle and left the room.

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Chapter 72

Ezra took Adèle to a balcony in the corner of the Condentio Gallery. He

drew aside the black velvet curtain to reveal a semicircular, not very large
balcony.

“I’ll set you down.”

Ezra seated Adèle on a two-person iron chair at the front of the balcony.

Instead of asking him anything, Adèle turned her heavy head to gaze out at
the sea.

The crashing waves against the black cliffs below made the place noisy, but
it was better than the room they had left.

Adèle closed her eyes, feeling the breeze.

Ezra, watching her quietly, soon left and returned with a glass of ice water.

“Drink this. You look pale.”

“…Thank you.”

Before she could respond further, the balcony door opened. It was Aegir,
who had been too startled by the situation to follow Ezra immediately.

“…”

He looked at Adèle holding the glass, then shifted his gaze to Ezra with a
silent but clearly disapproving look.
Adèle spoke to Aegir.

“Sir Aegir, I have a favor to ask.”

“…”

Aegir shifted his gaze from Ezra and approached.

Adèle pulled him close and whispered so Ezra couldn’t hear.

“Could you tell Miss Geneviève Malatesta that I’d like to meet her
tomorrow morning, as early as possible?”

Aegir flinched as if he wanted to pull his arm away, replying in a low voice.

“…I can’t leave you alone.”

“You know there’s no one else I can ask for this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Sir Ezra wouldn’t push me off the balcony.”

Adèle spoke gently to persuade him, loud enough for Ezra to hear.

Ezra awkwardly averted his gaze and smiled, while Aegir sighed.

“…I didn’t mean that kind of danger.”

Understanding his point belatedly, Adèle nearly laughed again.

“That seems even more unlikely.”

“…”

“…”

Ezra gave a vague smile again, and Aegir seemed to like the answer.

“Don’t worry. Go ahead.”

At Ezra’s additional words, Aegir, still looking reluctant, quietly withdrew.

Ezra shrugged at the door Aegir left half-open. Aegir hadn’t even drawn the
curtain.

“Your Brachiare is quite loyal.”

“He is a competent Brachiare.”

Ezra sat beside Adèle.

The chair wasn’t wide, so they were quite close, shoulder to shoulder when
sitting side by side.

Feeling uncomfortable, Adèle leaned slightly in the opposite direction.

“Why did you help me?”

“You looked like you needed it.”

“…”

Adèle gave a bitter smile.

It must have been obvious.

In hindsight, she regretted it.

Kimora. Why did she make it so apparent? Living in poverty, why did she
let that show?

Despite being in a situation where she could erase her past, she felt sad
about the lingering traces of it, like stubborn dirt.

In conversation, there had been several moments of discord. She had tried
to smooth them over, but it must have shown.

Dressing up wasn’t everything. Adèle, feeling weary, leaned back on the

armrest.
Ezra, who had been watching her silently, looked up at the sky and spoke.

“Sometimes when attending clubs, uncomfortable topics come up. There

are times when I want to storm out too.”

“…But you wouldn’t really storm out, would you?”

“Haha. Of course not. But it’s also against a gentleman’s duty to leave a
lady in distress.”

“…”

“As a lady of Bonaparte, you’ve said you’ve never known such things…
Those conversations must have been uncomfortable for you. I understand.”

Adèle hesitated before asking.

“…Do you agree with their opinions?”

Ezra looked like a scolded dog, crestfallen.

“If it seemed that way, it’s a bit of a hurtful question. The people of Kimora
are also members of society. If anything should be replaced, it’s the fat on
the nobles’ bellies, don’t you think?”

“…”

Adèle looked at Ezra’s face as he spoke, then lowered her head. She
exhaled softly.

As the silence grew, Ezra leaned slightly towards her.

Adèle, who had been avoiding his gaze, finally looked at him under the
weight of his steady gaze.

“…”

When their eyes met, Ezra gave a hesitant smile.

“Miss Adelaide.”

After a long pause, he reached out. His warm, long fingers touched her
cheek.

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

Adèle shut her eyes tightly as if rejecting his kindness.

Just then, the red-haired Brachiare returned and spoke in a calm voice.

“Miss, it’s time to go back.”

***

After Ezra Della Valle left with Adelaide Bonaparte in his arms, and even
her Brachiare, Aegir, followed them, Geneviève found herself alone.

Geneviève alternated between looking at the empty seat beside her and
Lady Ravenna, who was flaring her nostrils.

‘This is bad.’

She barely had time to think that before Lady Ravenna exclaimed.

“How heartless of the sea goddess!”

She glared at the door Adèle had left through and spoke.

“You all heard it, didn’t you? How Miss Adelaide painted me as someone
who doesn’t understand human rights!”

“It’s a matter where opinions can differ.”

Sir Chigoli, one of those seated around, spoke cautiously.

Elio Bruno, the third secretary of the parliament sitting beside him, also
nodded.
“Besides, she was very beautiful. Although not quite resembling Duke
Cesare, she had a very unique charm.”

They seemed eager to end this conversation quickly, disliking the

atmosphere of criticizing Cesare’s sister.

At that moment, Delilah Bellucci, the second daughter of the Bellucci

family, who had been silent, spoke slowly.

“She did seem very knowledgeable and intelligent. You could tell just by
seeing her converse with Sir Ezra. She also carried herself impeccably. But
I felt…”

Delilah furrowed her golden eyebrows slightly.

“Like the conversation was blocked at times.”

When she finished, several people widened their eyes.

“Oh, I felt that too.”

“So, I wasn’t the only one.”

Geneviève, sipping her spumante, observed the situation. She, too, inwardly
agreed with their opinions.

‘There was a sense of incongruity.’

Adelaide was undoubtedly very beautiful.

But occasionally, during their conversation, Geneviève felt like the flow
was blocked.

If they hadn’t talked for long, she wouldn’t have noticed.

Only those who had been with Adelaide from the beginning seemed to
exchange knowing glances.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.”

Elio Bruno, the third secretary, said with an awkward smile.

“No need to hold back, Signor Bruno. We’re not trying to slander Miss
Adelaide. She just seemed a bit odd.”

“Odd, how?”

Delilah tapped her lips with a maplewood fan. Her green eyes narrowed.

“How should I explain this? For example… Yes, imagine a gentleman threw
down his glove for my honor. What would you do, Signor Bruno?”

Elio Bruno tilted his head, confused.

“A duel? Such a person can’t be called a gentleman.”

“Exactly.”

“I still don’t understand. What does a duel have to do with Miss Adelaide?”

“Let me put it this way. In our society, there’s a tradition of gentlemen

dueling for a lady’s honor. But as you know.”

Delilah glanced around for agreement.

“Such dueling customs are no longer practiced as they interfere with ladies’
social activities. Now, it’s something you might only read about in books?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“That’s where I felt the conversation blocked with Miss Adelaide. If I had
asked her the same question.”

“I understand what you mean.”

Lady Ravenna, seemingly calmed, spoke.

“She would have likely responded with something like, ‘I hope the
gentleman wins.’”
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Chapter 73

“You’ve hit the nail on the head. Miss Adelaide is indeed beautiful, but she
often responds in ways that are quite unexpected in such situations,”
Delilah said, tapping her fan thoughtfully against her chin.

“She didn’t laugh much at jokes either…”

“I had a similar feeling. When I mentioned my mother’s cicisbeo rarely

visiting, she simply said, ‘He must be very busy.’”

“Exactly. That comment made me uncomfortable. It’s a cicisbeo’s duty to

attend to the lady, not something to be dismissed as ‘busy.’”

Voices of agreement sprang up from various corners of the room.

Delilah touched her chin with her fan, intrigued.

“It’s curious. No matter how long she stayed in Capolo, could she really be
this naive?”

Sensing the discussion turning in her favor, Lady Ravenna stepped in.

“Delilah, your insight is sharp. It’s true. Reacting like that to a mere joke!
Did she really think I was seriously suggesting selling the people of Kimora
as slaves? She doesn’t understand the humor of the high society at all.”

Geneviève gave an ambiguous smile at Lady Ravenna’s words.

‘I’m sure there was some truth mixed in with that joke…’
Lady Ravenna continued.

“Bloodlines are important, but the experiences one has growing up cannot
be ignored. Though Miss Adelaide carries Bonaparte blood, she doesn’t
entirely fit as a Fornatie noble.”

Everyone exchanged uneasy smiles at Lady Ravenna’s blunt statement, as if

directly challenging the Bonaparte family.

Seeing no one supporting her, Lady Ravenna fanned herself to cool her
flushed face.

“But in any case, it’s not for us to judge her. If she truly doesn’t fit the
image of a Bonaparte lady, it will soon be evident.”

“What do you mean?”

Lady Ravenna smirked mischievously.

“The ‘Salon Ginoble’ is coming up this season, isn’t it?”

***

Cesare sat on a gaudy velvet sofa, tilting a bottle of liquor. Many others like
him surrounded him. Young nobles drank and engaged in light-hearted
banter.

This was the Licentia Club, a place where Fornatie nobles came to find
partners to spend the night with.

It was his first time not attending the Baladur Club on the opening night of
the social season. Consequently, many glances were cast his way.

It irritated him more than usual today.

Cesare took his eyes off the surroundings and poured himself another drink.

One of the young nobles sitting nearby cautiously asked.

“Why didn’t you go to the Baladur Club today?”

Cesare tried to recall the reason for the man’s question.

Why indeed?

He had gone as far as the Temple of the Sea Goddess, where the Baladur
Club was held. There, he heard that Count Ginoble had brought Lucrezia.

Normally, he would have ignored it, but suddenly he felt a surge of

irritation.

How well had he orchestrated things that Ezra and Adelaide were
practically attached already?

Of course, it wasn’t a bad thing. But still…

“…Wouldn’t it be better to go where Sir Ezra invited you?”

Seeing the naive shoe shiner almost completely taken in made him feel a bit
uneasy, almost out of a sense of human decency.

The shoe shiner, oblivious, was probably happily discussing Durante right
now.

“…”

Thinking this far, Cesare’s expression turned cold. He swirled his drink
slowly, pondering what he might have done had he encountered Lucrezia
today.

He would likely have struck her.

So, he had refrained from going to the Baladur Club, and he summarized
the situation briefly.

“Starving.”

The young nobles around him chuckled.

“Come to think of it, you did suddenly stop.”

“I was surprised. I thought you’d never stop seeing women.”

The informal banter was fitting for a casual setting. Cesare drank, letting
their crude comments wash over him.

After all, that was indeed his intention.

He had abstained for three months to take care of the poor shoe shiner.

Now, the shoe shiner was probably clinging to the young master of Della
Valle, so he might as well enjoy similar pleasures.

Cesare poured more drink into his glass, but the bottle was empty. He
requested more from a servant and propped his chin on his hand, bored.

The others were still engrossed in their bawdy conversation.

Cesare, watching them, suddenly asked.

“Has anyone been to the Verisimus Club?”

As one born into the highest ranks of nobility, he had never visited such
clubs frequented by idlers.

“I’ve been.”

One replied, chuckling.

“It’s a complete gathering of losers.”

“Don’t talk about yourself.”

“Oh, come on. I’m not as pathetic as those guys. They’re always going on
about Durante or something. Who knows what they’re talking about.”

“Are you proud of your ignorance?”

“Hey, why are you talking like a jerk?”

The young man bristled but quickly laughed it off, thinking it a joke.

But Cesare found it pathetic.

How could they be less ashamed of their ignorance than a shoe shiner? The
country was doomed. They should all have their heads chopped off and
dried nicely to be fed to the fish.

Cesare sighed, pouring himself some Glenkelan that the servant had
brought, and looked around.

He saw couples with like minds wrapping their arms around each other,
heading off to other rooms.

Cesare watched them for a moment, then downed his drink.

At least in such gatherings, you wouldn’t have to worry about being

completely devoured by some guy…

A smile tugged at his lips.

Adèle Bibi was not someone who would be easily devoured by anyone,
after all.

Feeling strangely cheerful, Cesare poured himself another generous glass of

liquor. Meanwhile, a servant was leading a tangled couple somewhere.

They were no better than animals. It was fortunate that Adèle Bibi didn’t
come to such a place. No, eventually, she’d end up like that with Ezra too.
That was rather revolting…

Cesare’s train of thought was interrupted when someone sat beside him.

“You’re drinking a lot tonight, Cesare.”

It was a woman with curly maroon hair and full lips.

Even without the purple dress, made from tormenting millions of snails, her
face bore an unmistakable noble elegance.

“Charlotte?”

Charlotte smiled at Cesare’s recognition.

“It’s been a while. How have you been?”

Charlotte Yvrea, the beloved youngest daughter of the Prior of the Southern
Islands, Duke Yvrea.

Cesare, unfazed by her words, simply stared at her hair.

Purple is the complementary color to green…

With that thought occupying his mind, one of her eyebrows arched.

“What? Are you ‘Duke Cesare’ today?”

Cesare snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled.

“Just Cesare.”

“Hmm? You don’t seem quite yourself today.”

“Don’t I?”

Cesare answered nonchalantly and took another sip.

Charlotte, seemingly indifferent, lightly placed her hand on his thigh.

“You really must be drunk. You should rest, Duke Cesare.”

Her hand boldly slid up his inner thigh.

The young nobles around them politely averted their gaze.

Meanwhile, Cesare narrowed his eyes and reflexively pushed her away,
only to stop.

That was the purpose of coming here, wasn’t it?

Maybe after this, he wouldn’t react to a mere shoe shiner anymore.

He might become more composed.

“Let’s go.”

Cesare stood up abruptly. Charlotte, leaning on him, fell back onto the sofa,
giggling.

“Such manners.”

Cesare smirked.

“As long as I’m good in bed, what more do you want?”

“You should know you have nothing to offer except that body.”

“Take away my face, money, and skills too.”

Charlotte swore at him but soon started laughing. She seemed to be on

something.

As they left the hall, Charlotte clung tightly to Cesare’s arm.

“But why are you so down today?”

“The drink got to me.”

“Since when?”

Engaging in light conversation, they reached a room on the second floor.

As soon as the door closed, Charlotte pressed her body against his
aggressively.
“Hmm. Honestly, you’re the best.”

But Cesare just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

He needed to, should do it.

But unbelievably, he felt no urge.

“Are you really drunk?”

Charlotte asked, puzzled, as she pushed him onto the sofa.

Too tired to answer, Cesare let himself be pushed back and lay down. He
exhaled a breath that smelled of alcohol.
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Chapter 74

Charlotte giggled at Cesare’s state.

“Do you think you can even do it properly?”

“You worry too much.”

Charlotte’s gaze moved downward.

“You seem awfully quiet today.”

Without responding, Cesare stared at the ceiling. Charlotte licked her lips
and climbed onto his stomach.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to help.”

Suddenly, Cesare remembered the time he had laid Adèle on the bed.

“Ah, now there’s a reaction.”

“…”

Cesare’s brow furrowed.

It was just a coincidence. He repeated that to himself as he ran his hand

through his hair.

I need to do this.
Yet somehow, everything felt like a chore. Cesare stared blankly at the
ceiling, letting Charlotte do as she pleased.

“You must be really drunk. Strange… So today, it’s my turn to take

control?”

Charlotte, indifferent, unbuttoned Cesare’s shirt. Their desires were always

clear.

She leaned in, her hair cascading over Cesare’s face.

Ah.

Cesare let out a short sigh. In the darkness, her hair looked like Adèle’s.

Adèle. Adèle Bibi. My sister who dances the waltz so well.

Without a word, Cesare reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He
realized he had always wanted to do this.

In his hazy state, he toyed with her hair and chuckled softly.

“Not very soft…”

He thought he had bought her camellia oil. Was it not enough? There must
be some violet oil too. What was the latest trend in hair oils?

He felt a peculiar sense of fulfillment in the volume in his hand and blinked
slowly.

Even so, the feeling of her hair wrapping around his fingers wasn’t bad.

“Did you just laugh? Huh…”

Cesare felt the weight on his body and closed his eyes. He felt he was about
to have a pleasant dream. In his sleep, he murmured unconsciously.

See, Adèle Bibi. Actually, I…

“Hmm. What are you mumbling about? Why are you acting so cute today?”

Cesare drifted into a slumber, the voice sounding as if it came from beyond
the horizon.

But as Charlotte’s lips touched his neck, Cesare’s eyes snapped open.

A glaringly clear fact doused his hazy consciousness with cold water.

That fact was that Adèle Bibi would never kiss him.

Reality set in. The person on his stomach, crushing his chest, was Charlotte
Yvrea.

Without realizing it, Cesare pushed Charlotte away.

“Ah!”

Thrown off his stomach, Charlotte looked up at him in disbelief.

“What the hell? What’s wrong with you?”

“…”

“Hey?”

Cesare covered his mouth. He remained in that state for a moment before
bursting into incredulous laughter.

“This is insane.”

“What?”

Charlotte asked in an irritated tone, but Cesare hastily got off the sofa.

“I need to go.”

“What are you talking about? You’re leaving?”

“The alcohol is getting to me.”

“Hey!”

Cesare left Charlotte behind and strode out of the temple.

***

As soon as Cesare exited the temple, a tawny hawk circled above. It was a
sign that the head of the Bonaparte family was on the move.

When he arrived at the resort, the deputy butler, Holt, met him in his
pajamas.

“Master! I thought you weren’t coming in tonight…”

“Where’s Adelaide?”

“Excuse me?”

Holt blinked sleepily.

“She returned long ago, of course. She should be sleeping. Shall I wake
her?”

“…”

Cesare felt his energy drain.

“…No. It’s fine.”

“And your attire… Oh dear, you reek of alcohol!”

Holt, who had approached to straighten Cesare’s clothes, recoiled, pinching

his nose.

“This won’t do. I’ll bring you some espresso.”

Holt shook his head and retreated. Cesare walked inside.

He felt drained but still foggy-headed.

Why did I leave halfway through? Am I an idiot?

He climbed the stairs slowly, lost in thought.

Then, he caught sight of the square courtyard inside the resort.

He widened his eyes silently. In a corner of the courtyard, where even the
wind had stopped, sat Adelaide.

Cesare’s steps halted as soon as he saw her. He found himself standing still,
just watching her.

The only light came from small lamps hidden among the bushes. Though he
couldn’t see her clearly, he noticed that this time Adelaide was properly
wrapped in a shawl over her negligee, conscious of the resort’s external
guests.

Not that it matters since it comes off easily anyway…

Cesare unconsciously drummed his fingers on the railing.

Adelaide sat without moving. It didn’t seem like she was looking at
anything. The surroundings were more alive than she was. Crickets chirped,
and the occasional light breeze rustled the tall palm leaves.

At one point, Adelaide covered her eyes with her hand.

“…”

Seeing that, Cesare stopped thinking.

He descended the stairs briskly, not bothering to hide his footsteps, and
grabbed her shoulders, turning her around before she could react.

“…”

“Brother?”
Adelaide looked up at him with startled eyes. Her yellow eyes, more intense
than his, were not wet.

“…You’re not crying.”

Cesare muttered, feeling deflated.

“No. I wasn’t crying…”

Adelaide replied, looking confused.

Cesare let out a faint sigh, then smirked.

“Why are you pretending to cry?”

“…”

For a moment, her face flashed with an expression that said, “What’s gotten
into you, crazy man?”

But it was brief, and soon her gaze shifted to Cesare’s neck.

Her yellow eyes took on a strange hue. Cesare felt a sudden chill.

Charlotte Yvrea. What color were her lips today?

Cesare rubbed his neck. His fingers came away stained with dark rose-
colored lipstick.

Seeing it, Cesare blurted out.

“It’s not what you think.”

Adelaide stared at him, then nodded.

“It’s not, is it?”

Cesare’s face turned cold. He remembered why this shoe shiner irritated
him so much. Adelaide had always been annoying.
“It’s not.”

Adelaide smiled uncomfortably.

“Yes.”

“…”

Show some faith.

Maybe it was the alcohol. He felt so frustrated he wanted to shout.

Cesare summoned all his patience and fixed his expression.

“I’m saying this so you don’t think I’m some guy who neglects his duties to
chase women.”

Surprisingly, Adelaide gave a small smile at that. It was a tired smile.

“I understand your concern, but I don’t have that misunderstanding. I know

you’re always thorough with your duties, brother.”

Cesare hesitated, then slowly released Adelaide’s shoulders.

I am thorough, indeed.

Just as he felt a twinge of pride, Adelaide added.

“Your personal life isn’t something I should interfere with, anyway.”

“…”

Cesare pressed his fingers to his temples in silent frustration.

Interpreting his action as a sign, Adelaide cautiously reached for her crutch.

“Perhaps I should leave you to—”

“Sit.”
“Yes.”

Cesare dropped down beside Adelaide without another word.

Adelaide gathered the hem of her negligee to make room for him. She
remained expressionless, seemingly unaware that she was failing to act as
Adelaide Bonaparte.

It felt like his insides were twisting. Cesare took a deep breath.

She should be dancing joyfully, having snagged the most eligible bachelor
in Fornatie, instead of sitting here like this.

Why did she go to that gathering of nobodies if this was how she was going
to behave? What was Ezra doing while the shoe shiner who used to have
guts ended up like this?

There was so much he wanted to say, but he held back, not wanting to lash
out in drunken anger. Adelaide remained silent as well.

For a while, the silence was only broken by the chirping of insects.
Adelaide’s profile, as he glanced at her, gradually lost its vitality, like skin
falling away from a once-healthy body.

Eventually, Cesare, growing impatient, spoke first.

“Why the long face? Let’s hear it.”

***

Adelaide stared blankly at Cesare, feeling somewhat puzzled.

How does this man read my expressions so easily?

Or was she simply unable to control her emotions today? Like earlier…

Cesare watched her in silence, his cold expression framed by the garden
lights casting soft shadows on his sharp jawline. His golden eyes were deep
and icy.
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Chapter 75

“…What do you mean?” Adèle instinctively denied.

Cesare, as if expecting this response, didn’t even blink. “Talk.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Do I look like an ornament to you? Nothing happened, and you were
sitting in the garden looking miserable?”

“I just like the garden…”

“Is it Ezra?”

Adèle inhaled sharply.

Ezra Della Valle. She didn’t want to cause any trouble for that kind young
man.

“Sir Ezra didn’t do anything wrong. He actually helped me.”

She struggled to explain, but Cesare’s expression became more severe and
unyielding.

“Then start by telling me what he was helping you with. And what that fool
Aegir was doing.”

Adèle felt herself growing short of breath. Why did he always have to talk
like this?
“It’s not Sir Aegir’s fault. And if you hear his report about what happened
today—”

“Adèle Bibi.”

Cesare finally uttered the name aloud.

Adèle glanced around in surprise. Fortunately, they were alone in the

courtyard at dawn.

She checked the windows along the corridor on the second floor before
looking back at Cesare.

He seemed completely unperturbed, as if he knew there was no one else

around from the beginning.

“Talk.”

Her head drooped. Knowing Cesare wouldn’t let his curiosity go, Adèle
began to speak, her gaze fixed on the yellow chrysanthemums at her feet.

“At the club… we talked about books. About Calvino, Giacomo, and
Alessandro…”

“Get to the point.”

“…We talked about Kimora.”

“Kimora?”

Cesare raised an eyebrow.

Adèle tried to speak without stammering, carefully recounting her argument

with Lady Ravenna while keeping her emotions in check.

She braced herself for the inevitable hurt. Cesare always did this.

Surely, when she finished speaking, he would stab her with sharp words.
But when she finished, Cesare simply crossed his arms and tilted his head
slightly.

“Is that all?”

“…Yes.”

His predatory gaze fixed on her. In this moment, Cesare seemed devoid of
emotion. Adèle found it too burdensome to meet his eyes and stared at the
chrysanthemums again.

Unexpectedly, Cesare asked quietly, “Can’t you just let it go?”

“…”

Adèle turned to look at him involuntarily.

Cesare, the head of the Bonaparte family, was staring at her, arms crossed.

“You’re a Bonaparte now. Can’t you forget it? Why cling to a past that’s not
even good?”

There was no sign of blame in his words. Surprisingly, he seemed to be

offering his own solution, trying to understand her plight in his way.

And it was a genuine question.

As someone who had grown up in a wealthy family, Cesare genuinely

couldn’t comprehend why Adèle was still tied to Kimora.

Oddly, it didn’t feel bad. He was making an effort to understand the shoe
shiner from Kimora.

Maybe the alcohol had turned him into a better person. Should she
encourage him to drink more often?

Adèle couldn’t help but smile slightly. Cesare, startled, widened his eyes.
Clearing her throat, Adèle decided to take advantage of the situation to
speak more freely.

“Sir.”

Cesare looked surprised again but quickly regained his composure.

“Talk.”

“Do you know what was the second best thing about coming to
Bonaparte?”

Cesare raised an eyebrow at the mention of “second,” then replied.

“Your handsome brother.”

“That’s not even on the list.”

“…”

“Haha. Underwear.”

Cesare’s expression became indescribable.

“…Underwear?”

“Yes. Matched sets, well-fitted, without holes, and even with lace. It was
my first time wearing such things.”

Adèle smiled at Cesare.

“When you’re poor, the hidden parts deteriorate first.”

Adèle had hated that about her life as a shoe shiner. Her outer clothes
weren’t great, but they were decent enough to face people.

But her underwear was a different story. Necessarily hidden, they were
worn out, torn, and stained with poverty.
Seeing Cesare’s puzzled expression, Adèle looked up at the sky.

“Unless you live your whole life without underwear, you can’t forget it.”

Thinking back to the Verisimus Club, she realized that despite wearing a
3,000-gold duveteen dress, she still felt like a dirty shoe shiner inside.

It had been only a fleeting thought that she was similar to them.

While she enjoyed discussing books, she couldn’t fully engage in other
conversations. She was too different from them in every way, from
experiences to beliefs.

Lady Ravenna had simply highlighted this disparity.

Though she had responded logically, in truth, she had merely lashed out in
anger.

“And I thought your plan might be more difficult than you anticipated.”

“How did we go from underwear to that?”

“Because I’m a shoe shiner.”

“Shoeshiners can’t think logically?”

Adèle laughed. Cesare had been frowning slightly since earlier. Was he
feeling frustrated?

“That’s how others see it. They think shoe shiners are uneducated, slow
learners, not smart or resourceful. Because they’re commoners. Didn’t you
think that too?”

“It was a joke.”

“But it’s a joke that works in their world.”

Cesare remained silent, his brows furrowed, unable to deny it.

Adèle smiled warmly.

“Still, I’m enjoying luxury. It seems I exceed their expectations of a shoe

shiner, so they doubt me less.”

Cesare sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair.

“I need to hear Aegir’s report.”

“Please do.”

“So, Ezra helped with that?”

“Sir Ezra…”

Adèle paused, recalling the kind voice mingled with the sea breeze.

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

And the warmth of his fingers on her face.

…No need to share that part.

“Yes, he helped me.”

“…”

While she paused, Cesare’s face had returned to a cold, expressionless state.
He spoke with inscrutable eyes.

“Don’t get too attached.”

“Drowning people don’t have the luxury of choosing.”

Adèle laughed quietly.

“Just like when I held your hand, sir.”

***
Geneviève Malatesta arrived at the Stellone Resort at 7 a.m. the next
morning.

Adelaide appeared at the entrance a little late, wearing an indoor dress made
of Saxony wool, with a light tan cashmere shawl draped over her shoulders.

Carried by her red-haired Brachiare, she apologized sincerely.

“God’s peace be with you. I’m sorry. I should have set a proper time.”

“God’s peace be with you! It’s alright. Really!”

Geneviève smiled as warmly as possible.

‘This is what feels out of place.’

High nobles always made others fit their schedules.

Come at eleven tomorrow. That’s all it would take.

‘Even if she lived in Capolo, she wouldn’t have lived like a commoner.
Why doesn’t she know this?’

Hiding her curiosity, Geneviève entered the resort with Adelaide.

Adelaide, receiving greetings from the servants, led Geneviève to the

reception room. It had large windows on one wall, overlooking the sea.

“This is the guest reception room. Have you been here before?”

“No! It’s amazing!”

Geneviève exclaimed genuinely. She looked around and sat on a sofa

covered in high-quality chintz with floral prints.

“Is it just us here?”

“You’re my guest.”
Wow… Geneviève swallowed her amazement.

Adelaide paused as she was about to call a servant, then asked Geneviève.

“How about we have breakfast together?”

“Uh… Can we?”

Adelaide smiled faintly.

“Of course. It might be a bit early, but it will be a special experience with
you, Geneviève. Is there anything you’d like?”

“Anything is fine.”

“Sir Aegir, please arrange breakfast here.”

“Yes.”

The red-haired Brachiare left, and soon the resort’s servants quietly set the
table.

Freshly baked brioche with a glossy surface, cornetto(1) sprinkled with

coarse sugar, and crostata2) filled with plums and cherries were laid out.

Next came fresh butter, orange, apricot, and fig jams, clotted cream with a
fresh milk scent, and chocolate cream.

[Footnotes]

1) Cornetto: Italian croissant.

2) Crostata: A type of baked pie filled with fruit.

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Chapter 76

Geneviève’s mouth fell open at the extravagant scene, which was far too
luxurious for just a breakfast.

“What would you like to drink?”

A servant quietly asked. Startled, Geneviève answered haphazardly.

“Oh, orange juice?”

After the servant left, Geneviève looked at Adelaide.

She was savoring the aroma of her cappuccino with a serene posture, like a
goddess of dawn.

For a moment, Geneviève regretted not ordering the same, but that thought
quickly vanished when the servant brought fresh oranges and squeezed
them right before her eyes.

The Malatesta family wasn’t that wealthy, so this kind of breakfast was a
first. Even the Della Valle, which she had visited a few times, wasn’t like
this.

Splitting her cornetto and spreading apricot jam on it, Geneviève couldn’t
help but laugh giddily.

“I feel so pampered!”

Adelaide smiled gently.

“I’m glad. Do come again. I’ll treat you to an even better meal next time.
The chef at Bonaparte mansion is quite skilled.”

Geneviève’s head snapped up.

“You’re inviting me to Bonaparte Palace?”

“Aren’t we friends?”

Adelaide replied nonchalantly while tearing a brioche.

The new connection was truly golden. Geneviève’s lips curled up.

“Geneviève is very happy!”

She answered before quickly pulling herself together.

‘She’s not treating me this way because she thinks we’re friends. Get a
grip!’

Geneviève’s gaze fell on Adelaide’s ankle adorned with a red ribbon.

She mentioned she injured it on a walking trail.

Geneviève, confirming no one else was around, lowered her voice.

“Did Miss Lucrezia do that to your ankle?”

As soon as Adelaide’s eyes met hers, Geneviève covered her lips with her
palm, a light vow of omertà.

Adelaide responded calmly.

“How did you know?”

“It’s exactly the kind of thing Lucrezia would do.”

The green-haired beauty faintly smiled.

“She seems eager to pair me with Sir Ezra. Though I don’t know why…”

“I think I know why!”

Geneviève said with sparkling eyes.

“It’s the social season!”

Adelaide looked blank.

Oops. She mentioned she was new to social circles.

Geneviève hastily added.

“Since you don’t have a fiance, you need Prince Cesare as an escort.
Conversely, Lucrezia needs Sir Ezra as hers. Lucrezia wants to swap
escorts.”

Adelaide’s expression turned peculiar.

“Does she think my brother would agree to that?”

“Hasn’t he already? Prince Cesare, who can’t stand Lucrezia, even gifted
her a bijou!”

After saying this, Geneviève quickly turned her head to ensure no one was
around again.

She quietly added, covering her mouth with the orange juice glass.

“Plus, it’s a threat to harm you if things go south.”

“…”

“I understand it sounds extreme. But Lucrezia’s obsession with Prince

Cesare is immense and longstanding.”

Adelaide seemed intrigued. Geneviève continued.

“They met when they were very young. From what I heard, Lucrezia
proposed as soon as they met…”

“Proposed?”

Adelaide asked in surprise.

“Yes. When Prince Cesare rejected the proposal, he said she wasn’t helpful
to Bonaparte. Do you know what Lucrezia did after hearing that?”

Adelaide’s golden eyes glinted with curiosity. Geneviève, excited, spoke

theatrically.

“She studied Sorok!”

“Sorok?”

“Yes! She anticipated that the Stellone Guild would expand into Sorok.
Even now, Lucrezia is an academic authority on Sorok. Prince Cesare also
relies on her help with the Stellone Guild. That’s why he can’t easily brush
her off despite her nuisance.”

Adelaide looked troubled.

Geneviève, guessing her thoughts, shrugged.

“She’s a scary friend!”

“…Honestly, a bit. It must have been a long time ago.”

“She hasn’t been active for long. She was pretty quiet before. Maybe she
felt unqualified.”

Geneviève said, sipping her juice. That was enough about Lucrezia.

“And be careful! An invitation from Salon Ginoble might come.”

“Salon Ginoble?”
Geneviève hinted at what she overheard from Mrs. Ravenna at the
Verisimus Club.

Adelaide listened attentively to everything Geneviève said, showing

respect.

‘She truly seems like a good person.’

When Geneviève finished speaking, Adelaide asked seriously.

“Then Miss Geneviève, could you tell me about Countess Palmira Ginoble?
What she likes, her hobbies…”

“That’s my specialty! Countess Palmira loves gambling!”

Adelaide’s face turned curious.

“Gambling? Like cards?”

“It’s a bit different. She enjoys betting more than the cards themselves. She
plays very boldly and has quite good luck too!”

At that moment, Adelaide’s golden eyes gleamed mischievously. She smiled

sweetly.

“Can you tell me more?”

***

Sitting in the garden of the Della Valle villa, Lucrezia gazed blankly at the
sky.

‘Prince Cesare… didn’t come to the Balladur Club yesterday after all.’

She had gone through the trouble of asking Countess Palmira Ginoble to
attend the Balladur Club to meet him, but it was in vain.

She closed her eyes in distress.

Before long, a squire with olive hair approached.

“I’ve found out.”

“…Lord Arle.”

Lucrezia lowered her head. Her expression was cold.

The man called Lord Arle bowed silently.

“Prince Cesare visited the Licentia Club yesterday.”

“The Licentia Club? On the first day of the season?”

Lucrezia asked, puzzled.

“Yes. And he left with Charlotte Yvrea.”

Lucrezia’s eyebrows furrowed at the mention of Charlotte.

Charlotte Yvrea. The youngest daughter of Count Yvrea, a Priori, and a

woman in a significant position herself.

Because of this, even though she knew Charlotte spent nights with Cesare,
she couldn’t do anything.

“Aah…”

Lucrezia groaned, gripping the armrest of the wooden chair.

“So he returned in the morning again?”

“No. He left shortly after entering the room.”

“What?”

Her lavender eyes widened.

“He abandoned Charlotte Yvrea and left? Where to…?”

“He headed straight to the resort.”

Lucrezia’s strength left her arms. She leaned against the chair, breathing
heavily.

Stellone Resort. That’s where she is. Adelaide Bonaparte is there.

‘He’s finally fallen for that wench!’

Charlotte would be better. She and Cesare were just enjoying each other.

“No way… Why…?”

Tears like pearls rolled down Lucrezia’s cheeks.

But only for a moment. She slowly lifted her head, her face cold and hard as
wax.

“Anese!”

A harsh, heavy shout burst from her mouth. A maid named Anese hurried
over from a distance.

“Y-yes, miss?”

Lucrezia spoke with wide eyes.

“Bring the stationery. I must go to Countess Ginoble.”

***

After sending Geneviève off, Adelaide was being dressed by Epony to

attend the Balladur Club with Cesare.

Ezra had sent another letter expressing his desire to meet, but Adelaide
politely declined.

‘Showing only a noble appearance isn’t enough, I even revealed my

weakness.’
Moreover, his kind attitude stirred a bit of guilt in her. She pitied his fate to
marry someone like a shoeshine.

‘Today, I’ll deal with a scoundrel. At least it’s less stressful…’

Adelaide, in Aegir’s arms, descended to the resort entrance.

At the entrance, Cesare was waiting. Somehow, he seemed extraordinarily

dressed up today.