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Serge and Angelique looked around the castle hall with expressionless faces.
The bride and groom were deafeningly silent.
Then Serge opened his mouth.
“It’s a little messy…”
“Please put me down,” she said, and Angelique rose to her feet.
Angelique, the tallest of her classmates, looked up at Serge, who was a head taller than her. Serge is dressed like a royal knight, which she notices on closer inspection.
But this wasn’t the time to stare at him.
“What exactly is this?”
It’s not just the extent of the mess.
Not only was there no carpet on the stone floor of the great hall, but all the furniture was broken and piled up in the corners. The windows were broken, the curtains torn, and the walls were covered with large scratch marks.
At the top of the arched staircase in the back of the castle dangled a chandelier with nothing but its chains.
Even the homes of the local nobles she visited on her tour of the estates were much cleaner. Even if the buildings are crude, if they are clean and neat, there is a certain beauty to life there.
It has nothing to do with financial problems.
“Why don’t you clean more?”
“There’s a reason for that…”
“I’ll do it if you don’t have enough maids. Do you have your broom with you?”
Serge mumbles, confused by the young lady in front of him.
“I hear you’re the first daughter of the Duke of Montan.”
“Isn’t the Duke of Montan a great nobleman with whom even the king would like to have a relationship? He is one of the richest men in the country…”
“What are you getting at?”
“Have you ever done housework?” She scowled at him after he said that.
If you think I only visited hospitals and institutions and just smiled at them, you’re wrong.
Angelique, Marlene, and even Francine dressed as nurses and cleaners, washing the sick and crawling on the floor to mop up and clean the vomit.
When they went around the territory, the same thing happened.
They plowed the fields, pulled weeds and mixed horse manure into the ground together.
Angelique believes this is the best way to get to know the people in her territory.
If you enjoy luxuries without knowing how the money that is usually spent, like water, is created, your house will eventually collapse.
Money should be spent with gratitude and understanding of its purpose.
They are extravagant because they believe that it is the job of the nobility to spend money on expensive clothes and jewelry to keep the economy going and high technology and culture alive.
A craftsman spends three months making a single silver brooch that Angelique wears. His craft is protected and preserved because people buy it.
These luxuries must be preserved indefinitely.
She did worry about her father when she saw the number of bridal accessories, but that he was trying to find a balance between temporary demand and continuity.
“Please don’t make fun of me.”
Just one word, and Serge looked at Angelique in surprise.
“I’m sorry,” he expressed regret.
“I didn’t know you well enough to treat you rudely.”
Angelique was taken aback.
She had no intention of blaming him.
“I also apologize for my sudden outburst. However, in this hall…”
“I understand what you’re saying.”
Serge nodded and inquired further.