The Happy Farm of the Fallen Noble Daughter ~A Slow Remote Wasteland Life Exploration with My Dearest~ – Chapter 37

Chapter 37: If you go among the birds, you’ll find poor ones and rich ones

Upon arriving at the hot spring inn in Lipps village, the coachman who had witnessed the situation explained something to the butler. 

Diana and Leon were given a suite at the inn. 

The room had a king-size bed. Diana jumped onto it and sprawled out.

“Ah~ It’s been a while since I’ve had such a spacious bed!”

“So, rich people sleep on beds like this. . .Amazing.”

When Leon expressed his impression as a poor person, Diana chuckled.

“When the food arrives, you’ll surely be surprised by its luxury.”

“I’ve been given meals at the Heinz mansion, so it’s not that surprising.”

“Is that so? I wonder what Otou-sama fed you and the others.”

“It was just staff meals.”

“One plate per person?”

“Well, something like that.”

“The meals here are served in courses.”

“. . .What does that mean?”

“It’s a dining style where the meal starts with appetizers, and more dishes are added leading up to the main course. Once you finish one dish, the next one is brought out. And there’s dessert after the meal.”

“Oh, I see. I can eat a lot then.”

“Yes, that’s right. That’s why Gustav gains so much weight. He doesn’t do any farm work or physical labor. . .Now, let’s go to the hot spring. There’s a private bath in this room.”

“Wow. . .That’s amazing.”

“I’ll show you. Come with me.”

The two entered the bathroom in the suite, which had hot spring water. They both relaxed in the large bathtub filled with hot spring water up to their shoulders.

“Hmm. . .It’s not much different from the hot spring hut in Pabst village.”

“I see. But there’s a certain joy in being able to indulge in exclusivity.”

“Come to think of it, this is the first time I’m taking a bath with Diana.”

“That’s right. Fufufu.”

After getting out of the bathtub, the two of them lathered soap onto their own bodies.

“What is this soap?! It smells amazing and lathers up so much!”

“It’s imported. You can’t normally get it in the Kingdom of Wendels. It must be from Ishtar Trading Company.”

“. . .Rich people are incredible.”

“You have quite an extreme reaction to that.”

“Well, that’s all I can say. By the way, Diana.”


“After indulging in such luxury, does that mean you’ve become my wife?”


“I can’t believe it. . .If I were Diana, I would never become my wife.”

After getting out of the bath, they had their meal in the dining room.

The butlers and maids served the predetermined dishes in a calm manner. Today’s appetizer was sour cream capellini. The soup was a chilled cream and fava bean potage, followed by shrimp with honey mustard sauce. In between, there was cranberry sorbet as a palate cleanser, and the meat dish was a meatloaf shaped like a cake. Lastly, there were petit cheese soufflé and espresso waiting.

Leon patted his bloated stomach as the luxurious dishes kept coming, and he politely nodded to the servants who took away the plates.

Diana chuckled at his unfamiliar behavior.

At night, the two of them lay on the bed in the candlelight and quietly talked.

“. . .If we continue this kind of lifestyle, we’ll become lazy.”

Diana crawled on the cool linen sheets and leaned against Leon’s warm shoulder.

“That’s why Onii-sama is gaining weight.”

“And surprisingly, there’s not much excitement. It’s like. . .a sense of accomplishment.”

“I understand that very well. There’s nothing we need to do ourselves. The rich spend their days just moving their mouths and eyes.”

“With this kind of life, we’ll run out of conversation topics quickly.”

“That’s true. We used to talk about our work for today and tomorrow in that small cabin.”

“Which flowers bloomed, how much we harvested.”

“Where different animals appeared, or when the cow’s milk was ready.”

“I used to think being busy was tough, but having free time is also tough.”

“. . .Yes, that’s true.”

Diana gently blew out the candle on the bedside.

“. . .Leon.”

“What is it, Diana?”

“When we sleep on this bed, I start wanting a bigger bed.”

“. . .If we want to put that, we’ll need an extension or a new construction.”

“How much would it cost?”

“For an extension, five gold coins. For a new construction, ten gold coins.”

“Oh, I see. Then we can already do an extension. We received it from Onee-sama.”

“Well, but if we add five more coins, we can buy a new construction, you know?”

“I see. . .That’s a dilemma.”

“Yeah, I don’t plan on living in a small house until the end. Since we’ll have children, the bigger the house, the better.”

“. . .I see. That’s true.”

“How many do you plan on having, Ojou-sama?”

“. . .Oh, Leon~.”

The two laughed ticklishly and exchanged a goodnight kiss. They smelled the pleasant scent of foreign soap from each other’s necks, and with slightly awkward movements, Leon unbuttoned Diana’s nightgown.


【”A͟w͟e͟b͟s͟t͟o͟r͟i͟e͟s͟.c͟o͟m͟” – D͟i͟s͟c͟o͟v͟e͟r͟ a͟ c͟a͟p͟t͟i͟v͟a͟t͟i͟n͟g͟ w͟o͟r͟l͟d͟ o͟f͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, p͟a͟s͟s͟i͟o͟n͟ a͟n͟d͟ a͟d͟v͟e͟n͟t͟u͟r͟e͟, w͟h͟e͟r͟e͟ y͟o͟u͟ c͟a͟n͟ i͟n͟d͟u͟l͟g͟e͟ i͟n͟ a͟ c͟o͟l͟l͟e͟c͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ o͟f͟ t͟r͟a͟n͟s͟l͟a͟t͟e͟d͟ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟s͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ d͟a͟i͟l͟y͟ u͟p͟d͟a͟t͟e͟s͟ a͟n͟d͟ e͟x͟c͟l͟u͟s͟i͟v͟e͟ a͟c͟c͟e͟s͟s͟ t͟o͟ a͟d͟v͟a͟n͟c͟e͟d͟ c͟h͟a͟p͟t͟e͟r͟s͟.】


Meanwhile. . .

Things were at a standstill between Gustav and Ilsa. It was only natural for her to be angry since Gustav had kicked Diana and the others out of the cabin without consulting her. 

But regardless, hunger was unbearable for both of them.

As the night grew darker, Gustav lit a candlestick.

“. . .Should we eat something?”

He muttered to himself. Ilsa remained seated on the bed, unmoving.

Gustav rummaged through the cabin.

He found milk and potatoes.

Gustav dropped the charcoal into the fire. It took some time, but once he confirmed that the fire was lit, he waited patiently for the charcoal to glow red.

Ilsa watched the glowing charcoal with curiosity.

Gustav threw the potatoes into the charcoal with a flourish.

“Hey, hey, Gustav.”

“It’s fine. If you remove the burnt parts of the potatoes, the inside can be mashed and eaten.”

It seemed like he was just trying to stave off hunger. Ilsa broke out in a cold sweat.

“That’s right. Here, I have thinly stretched lasagna noodles.”

Ilsa boiled the slightly dried noodles in well water.

While boiling, she realized that there seemed to be no sauce-like substance.

Suddenly, Gustav spoke up.

“You can make a cream sauce with flour and milk.”

Ilsa’s eyes widened.

“I’ve never made something like that before.”

“I know how to make it. I learned it at school.”

“Eh? School?”

“That’s right. I lived in a boarding school during my childhood. I had to do most of the housework.”

“That’s news to me. A boarding school?”

“Daniel was my junior there. We were roommates. . .”

Gustav skillfully sautéed the flour in a frying pan.

Ilsa watched it with curiosity from the side.

“Can you see it?”

“No, it’s too dark to see the color clearly.”

“I’ll bring the candlestick over.”

Ilsa illuminated her husband’s hands from above. The white flour began to take on color.

As Ilsa gradually poured in the milk, it foamed up and turned into a creamy texture.

Gustav added salt and tasted it.

“Well, it’s good enough.”

Ilsa poured the sauce over the lasagna and set it on the table. Gustav took out the blackened potatoes from the charcoal fire and split them open, revealing a white, fluffy interior.

“Let’s pour the cream sauce over this too.”

They poured the cream sauce over the mashed potatoes.

Finally, the two dishes were complete. They added wine and a small table was set.

Ilsa cautiously brought the food to her mouth.

“Oh, it’s delicious.”

Gustav proudly sniffed.

“I used to make cream sauce quite often. Cooking was the job of the underclassmen, you see.”

“. . .Did you not have any cooks hired?”

“We only had someone make meals for us in the morning and evening. It was customary for us to prepare our own meals during lunchtime. Many would just buy food outside, but the rest of us would take turns cooking.”

“. . .What else can you make?”

“I can make sandwiches for the most part. Egg salad, fried fish, tartar sauce. . .I also made jam quite often.”

“Well, that’s impressive.”

“Cream sauce was versatile, so I made it many times. I recommend mixing it with pumpkin for a stew.”

“So, today’s meal is thanks to the education at the boarding school, huh?”

“That’s one way to put it. It came in handy at an unexpected time.”

Ilsa seemed to have completely forgotten about the argument they had earlier.

At night, Gustav lay on the floor, and Ilsa lay on the bed to sleep.

They had been having restless nights recently, but this time they were exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

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