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Because Ariadne was raised in the countryside until she was 15, the Latin and arithmetic lessons she received were very basic. She was sitting in the middle of a dull class, contemplating her future career.
'How should I avoid becoming engaged to Cesare while still surviving?'
The first thought that came to mind was marrying another man. Ariadne, on the other hand, shook her head.
'There's no way I'm forcing her to marry me gently.'
Ariadne was a farm child who was brought up to save Isabella from Count Cesare's proposal. If Cesare refused to marry her, she was useless to raise.
'Are you planning to make money and then flee? Gold coins are king in the Republic of Porto to the north, regardless of title.'
The money, however, came from farmland, and Ariadne, an untitled girl, was unable to create or call it a basic fund. It was a time when commerce was underdeveloped, and only noblemen with land and serfs had money and power.
'... There will be no happy ending when he loves me.'
The kind of life where she becomes engaged to Cesare, and Cesare looks after her, marries her, and crowns her queen. Ariadne made a shaky motion with her head. She wasn't that gullible. Most importantly,
'I'll make you pay for your transgressions.'
Once committed, betrayal cannot be forgiven without the payment of blood. Cesare de Como, who made sweet promises to Ariadne for 14 years before abandoning her for her beautiful sister. Isabella de Mare, who treats Ariadne as if she were an accessory for herself from beginning to end, with no regard for her family or even her conscience as a human being, and then kills her when she becomes a threat to her. Furthermore, a father should protect and care for his daughter's children, but Cardinal De Mare treated Ariadne as if she were a chess piece on the chess board when it came to the children she had with Lucrezia.
"I'm not going to let you go."
"Ariadne, concentrate."
Giovanni with a strawberry nose scolded her by hitting the desk with a wooden stick for the unintentional promise she made.
"You have to work hard if you're stupid."
This was a truly regrettable statement. In her previous life, Ariadne had been the de facto wife of the regent and had written various official documents in Latin, and the learning materials brought by Giovanni were very basic. -actor
"What exactly does this word mean?"
"It means author and founder."
Giovanni's brow furrowed. - workplace
"What exactly is this word?"
"It means a job or a duty."
Giovanni was irritated when Ariadne correctly answered. Ariadne cast a glance at Giovanni and asked a direct question.
"teacher. Should the feminine noun 'divitiae' be used? Is there no way to refer to it in a neutral manner?"
"Avoid unnecessary chatter and memorise words." 'Wealth, property, treasure' are always feminine expressions. "Stupid move."
The divitiis was the subdivision of the divitiae. Mr. Giovanni was a man who had memorised only Latin words, and the structure of his sentences must have blinded him. Ariadne decided to investigate the interest.
"Will you continue teaching when the sisters return in a month, Teacher?"
Miss Giovanni was surprised.
"I'll be teaching for a month." When that period is over, I'll take the money I earned and spend it in San Carlo before returning."
'He's not from around here.'
His voice had a slight Southern twang to it.
"You appear to make a lot of money." You'll have a good reputation if you teach the cardinal's daughters, but the tutor's salary will be low."
Mr. Giovanni began to boast with excitement despite the fact that it was only a simple dance. He was undeniably not the person who was usually held in high regard.
"This will become my resume when I return to my hometown, and some work will come in." You'll get a treat if you go out. I'm not sure if you're a gyujung gyusu. It's worthwhile to visit Cortizan in Karampan."
Ariadne smirked at Giovanni's grin. After all, he wasn't a great man who lived a good life. Cortizan was a high-class courtesan, and Karampan was the name of an entertainment district. Even ten ducatos (about ten million won) was insignificant for a night with Karampan Cortijan. Despite the fact that she was the daughter of a cardinal, she was not paid as a beginner Latin teacher.
"Teacher, you are fantastic. It's fantastic."
Ariadne hid her disgust, pretended she didn't understand, and looked up at Miss Giovanni with innocent respect. His young shell came in handy. If an adult had made this expression, he would have been chastised for being arrogant. * * * Dinner at Cardinal de Mare's was unlike any other. Isabella, whose ankle hasn't healed yet, ate in her room alone, Arabella is on probation, and Ippolito, the family's eldest son, is studying abroad. He had no more children at the table. Lucrezia usually sat down, but today she claimed she was sick and ate separately. In other words, it was ideal for a solo excursion. - Dalgraklaklak. The only sound was the echoed sound of dishes, and the dinner table was silent. Cardinal de Mare was uninterested in Ariadne. Ariadne was the first to speak.
"Thank you, Your Excellency Cardinal, for appointing such a wonderful teacher."
Cardinal De Mare responded coldly.
"Are you succeeding in your studies?"
"Per Fax Universalis, Ego Haveo."
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Ariadne, who recited it spontaneously, smiled proudly.
"It's a Latin sentence I learned from my teacher." I had it memorised. "How did you do?"
Cardinal De Mare's brow furrowed.
"Who teaches you such mediocre Latin?" "Did you remember it correctly?"
"No, I had it memorised perfectly." "Ego, habeo..."
"Perhaps the teacher is strange."
"no! Giovanni, the teacher, is well-known. I heard that her mother spent ten ducatos to bring Miss Giovanni."
"what? in a year?"
"They only have a month to teach." He's supposed to die in the south next month."
"what? "What's the name of this guy?"
"Hello, my name is Giovanni. You never taught me your surname."
Cardinal De Mare was astute. Excessive private tutoring expenses set for an illegitimate daughter that would have been a waste of money for ordinary Lucrezia, poor teacher skills, and the teacher's origin as a person from Lucrezia's hometown. Cardinal Mare's face flushed as he realised what was going on.
"Lu-k-le-chi-ah!!!!" * * * If you tell me this frequently, the medicine will run out, but once or twice is possible. Ariadne smiled, thinking that if she had gone back to being a child at the age of five, she could have drunk all year. The house has been turned completely upside down. Cardinal de Mare, the old mistress, ran to Lucrezia and begged her to hand over the household account book, and indeed, 'education fee—10 ducato' was written in Lucrezia's household account book.
'I took a guess at the amount, but I guessed it.'
"It makes sense to spend 10 ducatos (approximately 10 million won) per month on Ariadne's education, not a son, daughter, or even Isabella!"
"I wanted to find a good teacher..."
"A good teacher can't even use proper Latin punctuation!" "From whom did you learn?"
Lucrezia was perplexed and unable to respond.
"Not even from San Carlo, but who brought a Latin teacher from the countryside rather than the capital!" What the hell is his name? "Are you a southerner?"
Giovanni grew up on the Taranto estate to the east of Lucrezia, and his surname was Rossi, Lucrezia's maiden name. In other words, he was a member of Lucrezia's family. Lucrezia wanted to supplement her family's income, but Cardinal de Mare was watching her with his eyes wide open, so he hired an unqualified tutor and set an unusually high salary.
"Do you think you're insane?" "There is no such thing!"
"Yeah.... Yeha.... I was wrong, and this will never happen again."
"I will not abandon you!"
'Lucrecia's parents were most likely extremely poor fallen nobles.'
I recall everyone in my family clinging to Lucrecia, who had been repaired after being sold as a priest's concubine.
'There are some amazing things in that household account book,' says the author.
Lucrezia's situation did not allow her to stop sending money to her parents simply because she had been caught once. Her family members were gathered around her like grape clusters, all staring at her. It was a structure that had no choice but to persist. Giovanni's salary was forfeited, and he was kicked out after being clubbed. Lucrezia was forced to give Cardinal De Mare permission for every item on her household account for a month.
'If I've done this much for you, I'd like you to look after yourself and leave me alone.'
Ariadne desired an open and honest negotiation with Lucrezia. The De Mare family and their children, on the other hand, were not easy to deal with. * * *
I hung the clean clothes in the closet." Change your clothes and go to dinner."
Maleta, Arabella's red-haired maid, looked after Ariadne for about three days after Arabella's probation, and then returned to normal. She didn't recognise her at first, but Ariadne and Maleta were old friends. Maleta, Isabella's close maid, was a great man who had previously followed Isabella to her palace and had an accident with her married palace official, who had served as the mistress.
"Do you have a lot on your plate?"
"yes."
The maid's voice was hushed. She pretended to be naive and asked Maleta, thinking Ariadne would give her another chance.
"Can't you assist me in changing?"
As the lady's maid, it was only natural. Maletha, on the other hand, missed the opportunity and turned around, fanning her tantrum.
"You're not even a child, so how can you do that by yourself?" You wouldn't have been on the farm by yourself all the time!"
'Farm?'
Ariadne's patience had worn thin.
'This is easily looking at me.'
She was a maid who resembled her original master. You can't get out of control if you appear easy at first. It was a lesson Ariadne had learned in her previous life. Something flew into Maleta's head as she grumbled about already pretending to be a young lady. - Puck!
"evil!"
The Holy Book, which Ariadne always carried, made a dull sound and stayed in the back of Maleta's mind. Maleta wrapped her arms around his back and turned his head to look at Ariadne, who had a cold expression on her face.
"You should know who the hell you trust and are so self-indulgent with."
Ariadne stood tall for a fifteen-year-old, and her eyes were unusually cold and domineering. Maleta, on the other hand, had something to say and a cause to believe in.
"Hey, aren't you in the same situation as us if you were born to a maid?"
"under?"
"To be honest, your father is also a self-taught priest. Priests are not nobles, so the young lady is not even descended from nobles."
Ariadne locked her gaze on Maleta, the maid who had emerged. She imagined herself following her wherever she went.
"All right, go ahead."
Maleta went on, exposing her plump and sensual breasts.
"Strictly speaking, isn't it my son or daughter if I catch the cardinal's eye tomorrow?"
Martha became agitated.
"Miss Isabella and Lady Arabella should do it because Madame Lucrezia is a noble, but Lady Ariadne wants to be equal to both of them, so there is no up or down!" - Pair! Maleta's eyes were filled with stars. Maleta had been slapped by Ariadne. I didn't have to keep listening any longer.
"Does that mean my father comes from a low bloodline and is not noble?"
Ariadne said nothing.
"This is your punishment for making fun of my father."
Before Maletha could come to her senses, Ariadne slapped her on the other side. - Pair! Maleta, who had been slapped on the left cheek while clutching her right cheek, was told sternly by Ariadne.
"This is your retribution for your jealousy."
Ariadne took up the fallen Holy Book and slapped Maleta one last time with it. - Chuck!
"Ah!"
When the thick book hit, it made a dull skull-crackling sound rather than a high-pitched squeak. Maleta took a step back and collapsed.
"Also, do you dare to fantasise about stealing your hostess's husband and taking her place?" This is a punishment for a servant in the house who dares to gossip about his superiors' private lives without knowing how."
Maleta clenched her teeth and glared at Ariadne, hugging her swollen cheeks. Ariadne kindly added a word as she looked down at Maleta, who had collapsed on the floor.
"The words you spoke today would have shocked others if they had heard them." "Be careful with your tongue."
Ariadne issued a congratulatory order to the trembling Maleta.
"Get away."
Maleta dashed out of Ariadne's attic when she pointed to the door. Ariadne, who was left alone, gritted her teeth only then.
'There is no fundamental difference between you and me.'
Marletta was correct in her assessment. Ariadne could only escort Ariadne because of her father, who now has authority in the capital, but if her class system is strictly followed, she is no different from a commoner. But, as Maleta pointed out, it wasn't a question of how attractive someone could be to a certain man. Life was not that easy. Ariadne had already seen for herself what a miserable end a life placed on by a proud man in her previous life could have.
'The real difference between you and me is how much you can endure once you've set a goal.'
The jaw muscles in Ariadne were severely strained. He didn't want to live as Maletha did. I wanted to defend my honour with my own hands. A life that is not violated, attacked, or disrespected. A life in which my lifeline is not dependent on a single man.
'This time, I'll stand on top to avoid being trampled. I'm going to clean it all up, damned maid, damned house.'