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As the two left for the terrace, Nina remembered what the Duke of Brevan had said earlier.
She asked Lady Adele, and Nina was able to find the Duchess of Brevan.
The wife was sitting in a resting chair located between the terraces. Standing next to her was a servant, who would likely be a member of a vassal family.
“Oh my God, we have a precious guest.”
The old lady lit up her eyes. Duchess Brevan, who was in her mid-forties, exuded a girly vibe in her petite stature. Maybe it’s because of her clothes with pink tiny floral prints on them.
“Viscountess Nina La Dell greets the Duchess.”
Nina officially introduced herself and said hello.
“I hear your name a lot. Anyone would admire such a wonderful knight as yourself. Come on, sit here. Forgive me for not standing up and saying hello.”
“It’s nothing.”
Nina sat next to the Duchess, and she looked at Nina and smiled.
“Dame Nina- Oh, may I call Viscountess Dell like that? It’s like I’m calling a knight.”
“Of course.”
“Then Dame Nina, I really wanted to meet you. But you know, there are a lot of things that don’t work because men are preoccupied with stupid fights.”
Nina laughed without realizing it because the old lady’s last words were close to whispering. The Duchess said to her laughter.
“Would you mind calling me Delia? It’s like we’ve known each other for over a decade.”
“I’ll be happy to do it, Delia.”
Among the noble wives she had met, there was no one like Delia. I can see why the Duke of Brevan was so obsessed with his wife.
Nina began to enjoy the meeting quite a bit.
Delia said as she took Nina’s hand.
“It is said that men have to fix everything to be satisfied. He always tries his best to fix my leg. Because of that, he often does stupid things.”
Delia tapped her right leg with her cane. It was an attitude that did not care about her disability.
Delia grumbled.
“A man should be responsible, but he should think twice about doing something while not caring about the other person’s feeling. He tries to undo everything that happened to me. Even if he doesn’t have to!”
Delia shook her head and continued.
“Even if I say I’m happy, he won’t believe it. Oh my gosh.”
Delia sighed heavily and looked at Nina, her eyes gleaming.
“Still, he has not forgotten my request to let me meet Dame Nina.”
Delia told the attendant standing next to her to bring champagne, and she left.
“Well, the orchestra is in full swing, and everyone is concentrating on the stories inside the hall. It’s a perfect time for us to share secrets.”
Delia smiled playfully. She said those words so lightly as if she were talking about flowers blooming in the backyard.
“I don’t like my husband holding hands with the Princess. The Princess has a mean side.”
Nina was ready to burst a laugh for a moment but held it back.
“Oh my goodness? Laugh, laugh.”
Like talking about fun stories or like talking about troublesome stories. Delia patted the back of her hand and Nina laughed softly.
“But my husband, well, imagine when I found out he’s on her side to fix my leg? As if I had wished for it!”
She shook her head
“I told him to quit right away, but as you know, the responsible men-.” (Delia)
“Tend to blame themselves for everything.” (Nina)
As Nina nodded her head, Delia let out a sigh of relief.
“Sometimes I want to hit his back with a cane to calm him down. My husband is very cool, but sometimes it gives me a headache.”
“That’s why you wanted to see me.”
“That’s it.”
Delia stretched her back, holding her cane with both hands.
“I, Duchess Delia Astrofor Brevan, am a person who trusts, supports, and has faith in the Duke, but when he does stupid things, I do my part.”
While smiling brightly she continued.
“Dame Nina. Why don’t we flip the table over, together? ”
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The story behind the terrace was concise. Adrian and Faradiv knew each other’s wants, so there was no need for ambiguous conversations or ostentatious greetings.
“Don’t blow it now.”
Adrian was firm in his words. Faradiv understood without explanation that this was a story about the relationship between Vialentel and the Cult.
“Then when will we do it?”
“The Temple and the Cult are connected. Today, His Majesty has recognized the partnership with the temple, the Princess will cut off her tail if the matter gets blown out right now.”
In order to capture the Cult, she infiltrated between them and exchanged letters. It was a ready to use excuse.
Faradiv looked at the garden and murmured.
“The Temple and the Cult are one.”
I thought that the Temple alone was a headache, but now The Cult was added to his troubles.
It was frustrating.
“It’s comfortable that way.”
Adrian calmly said and Faradiv turned his gaze to him. Adrian answered.
“No matter which side you hit, the blow goes both ways.”
Big opponents are easier to deal with.
Faradiv smiled briefly at Adrian who said indifferent words while fiddling with the silver headdress of his cane.
“If you tell me to wait, I’m confident. Waiting is my specialty.”
“You seem to have acquaintances in the Telden Kingdom.”
“Of course. That’s my ancestry.”
“Can I get a proper ID?”
The two looked at each other without saying a word, and Faradiv slowly answered.
“We will contact you.”
“You won’t regret it.”
Adrian showed a gentleman’s smile and asked.
“But is that all?”
“What?”
“The materials you found.”
Tell me that the data you brought at the risk of your life is not just about Princess Vialentel.
Faradiv looked at him, slightly perplexed at the true meaning of his words, and after thinking for a moment, he said.
“There was also contact with other members of The Cult.”
“I see.”
Adrian smiled softly.
“I have information. By any chance, do you know about a Baron Verdin?”
“I know. It’s a noble in her camp.”
“Then even better.”
Adrian smiled contentedly and Faradiv’s voice lowered.
“Is he……?”
Is he a cult member?
Adrian nodded his head slightly. He said.
“If it were me-.”
Faradiv was shocked at Adrian’s explanation. But his plan was plausible, and he had nothing more to refute.
The Prince nodded his head.
“All right. If only my sister really came out to the table like that.”
“She will do it.”
Seeing Adrian giving a definite answer, Faradiv’s stomach twisted. Now that the political talk was over, it was his turn to ask something.
“Can I ask you one question? Please.”
“Ask me.”
“How do you feel watching other men confessing to Dame Nina while standing in your special position?”
Are you happy?
Do you feel superior?
Faradiv bitterly added.
“You can dismiss this as the petty remarks of a person who was dumped. Because that is the truth.”
Adrian looked into Faradiv’s gaze and picked his words.
“It’s true that I’m a special person for Nina, and I also think Nina is special.”
I have no intention of denying it. Because that’s absolutely true.
“Still, It’s not exactly fun or happy to watch other men around her.”
Having fun? Being happy?
No way.
Adrian knew for the first time that he was such a jealous person. Every time he says to her, ‘Go,’ or ‘You can meet them,’ his heart breaks.
It was rage and anger.
His nails dug into his palms, but he always maintained a calm face.
Because that’s the duty of her sweet Adrian.
But.
Nevertheless.
Every time this happens, he doesn’t want to do it anymore.
Putting those back words aside, Adrian’s pale pink eyes showed a casual expression. With an aristocratic calmness, he pointed to Faradiv’s remarks.
“That was indeed a very petty statement just now.”
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Faradiv nodded his head with a refreshed face.
“I think so too. But I have to say that it felt quite good when I got your answer.”
“That’s a relief.”
Adrian answered with a face not sure if it was a joke or not and Faradiv left the terrace first.
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