Ariadne's life was difficult. He was beaten and starved as a child growing up on a farm. After entering the palace of San Carlo, he was mistreated and betrayed by devious ploys. Ariadne assumed she was born to a lowly maid rather than the aristocratic Lucrezia. She was a bastard, but she was fortunate in that she was family in the broadest sense, being at least half the daughter of the noble Cardinal des Marais, and that if she was sincere and kind, those who treated her kindly would reward her. The truth was quite the opposite. If she stayed, she felt exploited and duped. Her selfish and vocal supporters received all of the rewards. Grandma Gian Galeazzo was one of these people. When Nicolo, the castle butler, arrived, she said she knew this day would come and that it was worthwhile to raise Ariadne. She took the gold coin from Nicolo while doing so. Little Ariadne, who was beaten with her grandmother's broom every day, was perplexed and enraged when her benevolent and just father, or the virtue-filled society of San Carlo, asked her to find and condemn her wrongdoers. I expected you to. What a naive expectation It was something I needed to protect myself from.
'I'm not going to stand still again.' * * *
"Deacon! Oh, Deacon!" "How did you end up in such a run-down place?"
Nicolo, the butler, said the business with a cold expression.
"I've come to restore Ariadne to her natural state."
"That Ariadne girl... or is it the lady?"
Grandmother Gian Galeazzo was befuddled. She'd beaten Ariadne with a broom this morning, leaving bruises on her face, and she hadn't even brought her a nice change of clothes.
"Because Miss Ariadne is a slacker, she isn't awake at this hour." You must first wash and dress before entering the mansion."
"It's difficult to prepare here. I'll pick you up right away."
Grandma Gian Galeazzo sighed and rolled her eyes. Then Ariadne appeared in front of the butler, Niccolo.
"I'm ready to go." It was extremely worn and shabby clothing. However, Niccolo, the butler, clearly noticed Ariadne's messed up appearance but pretended not to notice. She dared to support the illegitimate young lady in order to avoid an awkward relationship with Grandmother Jeanne Galeacho, the powerful woman of the Bergamo farm.
"Um. Let's get started. Gian Galeazzo, Grandma. You've put in a lot of effort to help Ariadne."
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Nobody can misunderstand Gian Galeazzo's devotion!"
Ariadne's deep blue-green eyes sparkled.
"I'm Gian Galeazzo." You've put in a lot of effort. But, Nicolo, I'll have to take care of the butler from now on. I'll give Nicolo the remaining 2 ducatos (approximately 2 million won) that Madame Lucrezia sent me each month to take care of me. "Won't you give it to me?"
Nicolo, the butler, intended to ignore the scruffy bastard, but when money was involved, it was a different story.
"How about two ducatos?" No, you ate so much, and this is how the lady looks? "What did you do with all that money?"
Grandma Gian Galeazzo's face flushed.
"It's a slander!" Madame Lucrezia never gave me any cash. It's all because I spent my own money feeding, clothing, and sleeping Ariadne, who was in need."
With a big smile on her face, Ariadne cut off the old woman.
"Are you implying, Grandma Gian Galeazzo, that my parents are incompetent enough to entrust their children to someone beneath them without compensation?"
The pupils of Grandma Gian Galeazzo trembled nervously. Ariadne hit the nail on the head.
"The lies come to an end here, Grandma Gian Galeazzo. I know she was paid on the first of each month."
Ariadne turned to the butler, Nicolo, and said.
"Butler, if you don't believe me, look under Grandma Gian Galeazzo's bed!"
Two servants, led by butler Nicolo, knelt on Grandma Gian Galeazzo's floor, while the other two rushed into Grandma Gian Galeazzo's room. They quickly returned with her purse and ledger.
"Here you are, Deacon!"
Heaps of gold coins were, indeed, heaps. The amount of gold coins, however, was absurdly small to claim that he had collected 2 ducatos (about 2 million won) every month for 15 years.
"Do you think you'll get away with it?"
"Oh! Schönne was incorrect. Madame Lucrezia gave me money every month, but I never accepted two ducatos."
Grandma Gian Galeazzo sobbed as she knelt and bowed servilely on the floor.
"Madame Lucrezia gave me only 50 florins (approximately 500,000 won)!" This is the only thing left after feeding, clothing, and putting Ariadne to bed."
'done.'
Ariadne laughed quietly to herself.
'Now that the words have left your mouth, Gian Galeazzo, you are finished.'
I'd rather have used up all two ducatos and raised them lavishly so that I didn't have any left over. That side would have been preferable in Madame Lucrezia's opinion as long as there is no evidence.
"At first, they claimed they never received it, but now they claim they only received 50 florins!"
Ariadne looked up and down at Grandma Gian Galeazzo, her face expressionless for a fifteen-year-old girl.
"From what I understand, Madame Lucrezia gave Grandma Gian Galeazzo two ducatos every month."
Every month, someone stole 1 ducato and 50 florins. Gian Galeazzo or Madame Lucrezia was the person in question.
"You'll know who's a liar if you ask Madame Lucrezia how much she gave you every month." Go ahead and ask the lady right now!"
Butler Nicolo's lips curled into a smile. This was swimming on land. If Grandma Jean Galeacho was the embezzler, her grandmother would bribe the butler, Nicolo, before getting into Madame Lucrezia's ears. If it's Lucrezia, she'll blame Gian Galeacho and, in the meantime, she'll poke the butler a little to keep her noise at bay. The spirit couldn't stand up at the words of the little illegitimate young lady, but the butler, Nicolo, couldn't just pass up the opportunity to earn a side income.
"Okay. Keep Gian Galeazzo in the warehouse, please!"
"Oh, it's so unfair; mistress, please save me!"
Two of the servants rushed back and dragged Gian Galeazzo into the pig pen and cleaning supplies storage shed. Oh my gosh, if I had just hung up on Nicolo's crotch and spent all my money as a bribe, I might have made it. Gian Galeacho blew his final opportunity. His father, Cardinal de Mare, had set Ariadne's cost of living at two ducatos in a previous life, according to his memories. However, the cardinal's mistress, Lucrezia, was not satisfied and ate one ducato and gave it to Grandma Jeanne Galeacho, who also stole 50 florins every month. This was a joint effort by the two, and no one was blameless.
'Lucrecia is not the type of woman whose father will find out about money theft.'
Grandma Gian Galeazzo would be lucky to be expelled with her life if this story reached Lucrezia's ears. She'd be dead by now, or at the very least kicked out with a broken leg club.
"Nicolo, egg plant."
Ariadne hadn't realised she'd been doing engineering work with the butler. Even in her rags, she took her first steps towards her nature with confidence. Sure enough, two stalwart black figures crept into the pigsty-cum-shed where Grandma Gian Galeazzo was imprisoned that night. Lucrezia was a cruel woman who met Ariadne's standards.
"evil!"
The pigsty made a slight rattling sound, followed by a sharp sound of picking a pig, and the two black figures who had entered with light hands emerged carrying a large black bag. The black bag containing stones was thrown into the Tiber River. When they arrived at the Bergamo Farm the next morning after hearing that Grandma Jeanne Galeacho's sons and eldest daughter were upset with her mother, Grandmother Jeanne Galeacho had already vanished without a trace. was A resentment that lingered with her old debts ended up costing her. * * * The Cardinal de Carlo's residence was magnificent and splendid. Frugality, which is the most important duty of a priest, was absent. The finest tapestries and rugs adorned the white marble walls and floors. The maids gathered in groups of twos and threes stared at Ariadne as she crossed the centre of the cardinal's residence, dressed in rags and boasting overwhelming luxury. There were some giggling dogs among the daring group of dogs.
"What exactly is it, the new maid?"
"Isn't the maid outfit more expensive than that?"
Rumors are obvious, but he couldn't have been unaware that Ariadne was the little girl in the house. Either the Cardinal's servants' discipline was messed up, or Ariadne was acceptable in the eyes of the adults in this house.
'It's got to be the latter.'
The cardinal's residence had a reception room, living room, small banquet hall, dining room, and guest room on the first floor, and a bedroom for the couple, children's bedroom, and the cardinal's study on the second floor. The butler led Ariadne to the third floor after passing through the first floor, which housed the guest room, and the second floor, which housed the family. The servant's quarters, attic, and warehouse were all on the third floor.
This is the ladies' lavatory."
Ariadne was given a room in the third wing that appeared to be a tutor's room that was rarely used.
"Sit back and relax. I'll dispatch the attendant maids shortly."
Ariadne looked around as Niccolo, the butler, closed the door and left. It was a really cool room. Her wardrobe held a couple of simple silk dresses. One for the street, one for the house, and one cotton pyjama for the night. There's a pair of shoes there. It was just a jumble of clothes. Ariadne laughed angrily. Her clothes clearly showed how she was treated in this household. At the very least, so long as it doesn't hurt her face. She even went back in time, but nothing has changed. - smart.
"Please come in, lady."
The maid burst in without waiting for the knock to be answered.
"Please change your clothes. "Please contact the cardinal."
It was strangely arrogant, no, openly disrespectful.
"I'll be waiting outside, so hurry up."
"Where do you come from?"
"What will the lady think of that?"
Sparks flew from Ariadne's dark green eyes, catching the maid's indifference.