The Discarded Bride’s RemarriageーThe Icy Margrave Swears His Loveー – Chapter 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐥

The Margrave Heyerdahl territory is located to the north of the royal capital, beyond a rugged mountain range and a lake as vast as the sea.

As I approached by changing from a carriage to a train, the first thing I noticed was the change in the accent of the language. As I left the land I was accustomed to, the clothes of the people I passed changed, the smell of the food changed, the humidity of the wind touching my cheeks, the color of the sky, and the scenery I saw all changed completely.

“How are you feeling, Ojou-sama?”

The one who was concerned about me was a young maid who had come all the way from the Margrave Heyerdahl territory before I set off. As soon as the Margrave knew I was coming, he sent several guards and servants like this.

According to the knight escort,

“Our lord deeply respects Lord Maclouge. He said that we must not let his daughter suffer any inconvenience.”

“I’m not such a big deal. . .”

Although I felt sorry, honestly, I was grateful for his consideration. My husband said he would give me money, but I didn’t want to owe him any more if I could help it.

I turned my eyes to the guards and maids.

They were wearing long coats that I was used to seeing in the royal capital, but the clothes they wore underneath were somehow different from the maids and knights in the royal capital. The fabric was unusual, and the blouses and jackets peeking out from the cuffs and hems had embroidery I had never seen before.

The color of their silver hair, as pure as snow, and their handsome features were also something that no one I had ever dealt with in the royal capital or my territory had.

(I wonder if Margrave Heyerdahl also has silver hair. . .)

I don’t know his face, his voice, or the details of his connection with my father.

After passing through the mountainous region and traveling along a surprisingly well-paved highway, I finally arrived at his territory.

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As I imagined, everything I saw in the Margrave Heyerdahl territory was fresh and new to me.

The color of the roofs of the houses, the color and shape of the bricks, everything was different. Even though the religion was the same Goddess religion, the motifs displayed on the roofs had a strange shape that merged with nature worship, and I was just amazed.

The air was moist, and despite the early summer, the wind was cool. Wherever I looked, there were mountains with perennial snow in the distance.

“No wonder. . . It’s a strategic location on the border. . .”

There was a sturdy stone fortress on top of a small hill.

However, what I was guided to was not that for defense, but a castle built at the foot of a mountain near the city.

As soon as I stepped into the castle, the wind blew through. The wide corridor was always circulating with wind, and whether it was using magic or not, every room was strangely bright and maintained a comfortable humidity and temperature.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard children’s voices from the courtyard.

“Wait!!!”

“Kyahaha. . . I caught you, Nii-chan!”

In the bright green courtyard, the children were running around in great excitement. All of them had silver hair and long limbs, and they were well-dressed children, innocent yet well-dressed.

At the sight of their peaceful play, I couldn’t help but stop and stare.

“. . .Chloe-sama?”

The knight ahead called out to me. I was startled.

“I’m sorry. . . They just seemed to be having so much fun.”

“It’s them. I want you to tutor them.”

At that moment.

A soft, low voice that was not a knight’s reached my ears.

From the back of the mansion, a tall man approached with slow steps.

His long, wavy silver hair and deeply carved handsome features. He was a man with a sturdy physique, wearing a black cloak with splendid embroidery on the lining. A unique colored cord swayed as if entwined in his long hair. Whether it was a traditional attire of this region or something that indicated his status.

He stopped and stared at me with wide eyes.

“You are. . . finally. . .”


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