The Bride of a Hundred Gold Coins: Abandoned Daughter Receives Proposal from Her Estranged Childhood Friend - Chapter 1
- The Bride of a Hundred Gold Coins: Abandoned Daughter Receives Proposal from Her Estranged Childhood Friend
- Chapter 1 - Memories And Reality (1)
“Nice to meet you. You may call me Balto.”
Mm, nice to meet you too, Balto.
I am Dientrinde. …Can you call me Linde?
“Yes! Nice to meet you, Linde!”
“Linde, Linde! Wait!”
Fu fu, hurry up and get over here, Balto!
“It’s not fair… You’re faster than me!”
Because I’m the older sister.
“Mou! If so, I’m going to grow up quickly and become much bigger than Linde!”
…It’s been a long time, Balto.
“…Ah. It has been a long time since we last saw each other. You’re wearing makeup, it doesn’t suit you.”
…Hmp! You’re so cocky. Well, it’s not like I’m doing this to be liked by Balto!
Balto you idiot, you’re so childish!
“I don’t even want to see your ugly face anymore.”
I woke up from my sleep by the shock of my head wobbling.
Apparently, I had dozed off while doing some paperwork and fell asleep on my desk. Perhaps it was because I was lying in a bad position, but when I sat up, my joints ached.
A sigh escaped my lips. I’m not sure what to make of it.
Twelve years ago, when I was ten years old, my father was still alive and I was the daughter of Baron Muller.
I became friends with a younger boy at a party that my father took me to. In the beginning, I treated him like an older sister taking care of her younger brother, and for the next two years or so, we spent time together every time we met at a party.
But as we both grew older, we gradually drifted apart, and when we did see each other, we would argue… Then, when we met again at a party when I was fifteen and Balto was thirteen, we would fight, calling each other “flamboyant and ugly” and “cocky and stupid”. We both spat at each other.
In the first place, I had given up on reconciliation, thinking that such is the nature of friendship between men and women… Soon after, my father died of illness and I had to leave the capital. I’ve never seen Balto again.
“Recently, I thought I wasn’t dreaming anymore …”
I rested my cheek on the desk and looked at the mirror that I had placed in the corner. On the dirty surface of the mirror was the reflection of my own face, I am now twenty-two years old.
The dark gray hair was gathered in a bun at the back of my head because it interfered with my work, and my bangs were parted to the left so that my blue eyes were clearly visible.
…When I looked closer, I could see the faint traces of clothing on my cheeks. I guess it was because I had slept with my arm as a pillow earlier.
As I was rubbing my cheeks and trying to erase the wrinkles, there was a knock on the door.I told him not to disturb me while I’m working, except for meals or when I have visitors, because I get distracted.
“Excuse me, Miss Dietrinde.”
“Come on in.”
When I urged him to come in, the old steward came in and bowed.
“The master wants you, Miss Dietrinde. He says Master Christoph is here to see you.”
“Well, is that so? I’ll be right there.”
Christoph is the name of my fiancé. I couldn’t let my fiancé see my face with wrinkled cheeks, so I massaged my face as hard as I could while looking into the mirror.
My family, the Mullers, are barons here in the Kingdom of Ellerfia, and I was born as the daughter of a Baron family twenty-two years ago.
But my uncle became a baron after my father’s death, and my mother, weakened by my father’s death, was living quietly in a sanatorium, and I was forced to stay with my uncle.
The house that had originally belonged to our family was now owned by my uncle’s family. In addition, my uncle didn’t seem to have much skill in domestic affairs, and the Muller family’s fortune dwindled rapidly over the course of about five years.
My uncle seemed to have a sense of crisis that this was not good. Moreover, my uncle only had a daughter, so he had no choice but to get a son-in-law. According to the rules of succession of titles in the Kingdom of Ellerfia, a daughter could not become the head of the family.
As a result of talking to various places, Christoph, the second son of the Toifers, a merchant family in the royal capital, agreed to be his son-in-law.
Normally, my cousin Erna, my uncle’s daughter, would have taken Christoph as her groom and become a baroness, but it seemed that my father had left a will that Dietrinde’s marriage should take precedence in the succession to the title, so it was decided that I would marry Christoph and become a baroness, despite Erna’s complaints, the decision was already made.
I have no complaints about this.
My uncle gives priority to his daughter over me, and when it comes to Erna, she complains, “Sister Dita is sober and dark, isn’t she?” Even so, I am grateful that he has not expelled me from the family and has taken care of my mother.
Eventually I will marry Christophe and support him as he becomes a baron. For that reason, I have been practicing for about five years to assist in the management of the baronial house.
Christoph, who is already helping his uncle, says, “You really help me” and “You really are smart.”
Today, I’m still finishing all the things he asked me to do, such as collecting materials, writing letters, and checking the account book. Since he came all the way here, I want to report to him and get a “thank you” from him.
…I headed to the parlor with that in mind.
“… What does that mean?”
My voice echoed hollowly in the parlor.
In front of me is Kristoff and Erna. My uncle is sitting diagonally to my right, but no matter how I look at it, this arrangement is not that of a fiancé and his relatives.
And the words Christoph told me earlier …I couldn’t believe it.
“I think you’re a really talented woman. But I’m sorry to say that I’ve never been able to develop any kind of sexual affection towards you.”
Christoph said and gently held Erna’s shoulders, who was wearing a lilac dress.
“I want to marry Erna. I offered that to Father, and he said he’d give priority to my wishes.”
“I’m sorry, Dita, but it was Master Christoph’s decision.”
Christoph looks a little apologetic, but Erna looks nonchalant instead of saying, “I’m sorry.
Silvery curly hair and brown eyes. My cousin had the same good looks as her mother, who had left her father a long time ago, but in many ways she was nothing like me.
Even though we have the same hair type, my hair is said to be “the color of a lump of dust” and Erna’s hair is said to be “the color of a polished mirror. Unlike me, who tends to be shy, Erna is bubbly and easy to get along with.
My uncle used to persuade Erna in a subtle way that this marriage had nothing to do with her looks… but I never imagined it would be reversed to me.