Beautiful Isabella would never have supported Maletha if she knew what she was talking about. Maleta, on the other hand, edited out what she had done and merely told Isabella, 'Lady Ariadne hit me,' and Isabella, unable to refuse the role of a virtuous saviour, quickly informed Lucrezia this. Lucrezia, who had been waiting for Ariadne because of the tutor incident the day before, stated she was correct and stormed inside Ariadne's house, Maleta in front. The hallway leading to Ariadne's little third-floor corner attic was vibrating with the frightening thumping footsteps of half a dozen guys, and the old oak door burst open.
"How can a female raise her hands carelessly at others without being concerned about her appearance?"
There was Lucrezia, dressed in a revealing tight dress, accompanied by Isabella and Maleta, escorted by the servants she always had with her. Maleta displayed her swollen cheeks in front of Lucrezia and moaned about her mistreatment.
"I was arranging the things for the lady to wear when the lady Ariadne slammed into me."
Lucrezia yelled and shook her head in response to Maleta's statements.
"It is the job of superiors to govern their subordinates with virtue, but you have a tyrant personality, and that is a huge concern!"
What was to come has arrived. Ariadne bowed his head gently.
"Mother, it is the superior's responsibility to guide the inferior. I had no choice but to do so after Maleta disrespected my father and mother."
"what?"
"Maleta remarked that because my father has no shame and treats all of his illegitimate children as noble children, he doesn't need to be nice to me as an illegitimate child."
Martha's face blanched. She glanced at Isabella and begged her with her eyes that something be done. Isabella was simply taken aback by her fisheye. No, I got her mother to her side because Ariadne was cruel and was beaten. How could I have predicted Maleta's inflammatory remark regarding Cardinal de Mare? Lucrezia's face was flushed as she gazed at Maletha.
"Is this correct?"
"no! no! On the contrary, I stated that Miss Isabella and Miss Arabella are noble women, and that Ariadne should not be considered equal to them!"
Ariadne tossed another lure. She had mimicked what Maleta would say to Lucrezia and what she would argue against 10 times while lying in the small attic in the corner of the third level.
"I mentioned that father's blood is low and only mother's blood is priceless, thus Isabella and Arabella, who were born with mother's blood, are precious, but I don't need to treat them kindly because my mother is only a maid like her."
These were words that Lucrezia and Isabella would have loved to hear, but they could never be publicly confirmed. Cardinal De Mare's misfortune was that he was an orphaned child whose father and mother were unknown, and that he began as a priest without a chance to choose a job at the Seonghwangdang, where he was taken up and raised as a youngster. If these statements reached the cardinal's ears, they must have been quite condescending. Ariadne unleashed a conversion move she had been saving in front of a bluish Lucrezia.
"He also stated that if he had a child, he would have the same social status as me and would not have to be polite to me."
Sparks sprang forth in Lucrezia's eyes. This was a unique story.
"What?"
Maleta first realised she was in severe peril when her limbs trembled like aspen trees. Lucrezia, as proud as her leopard, turned her head and scowled at Maletha. Maleta went to his knees on the floor after what seemed like a lifetime as the eyes slowly moved to him.
"Not at all, madam!" I couldn't! Ariadne is telling the truth!"
Lucrezia examined Maletha, unsure whether to trust Ariadne or Maletha. She wasn't a beauty, but she had a full and sensuous physique for a maid. Her torso was the most noticeable feature of her Maleta; her breasts and forearms were generally fat and sensuous, and her waist was tucked in such that she managed to attract the eye despite her short, heavy limbs and plain face. It was noticeable.
'How will my husband react when he sees this maid?...'
Maleta was well aware of her own abilities, so she mended the maid's uniform to fit her. That was comparable to the clothing Lucrezia was wearing, and the apron. Lucrezia's eyes lighted and gleamed as she realised this, and she let out a roar.
"Where is this despicable woman striving for the husband of someone else?"
She turned her head and yelled at the maid standing behind her.
"Ten whips for this wuss!"
That was a severe penalty for a slip of the tongue. The older servants frequently died in their twenties.
"Indeed, madam!"
"Ah! no! Everything is a lie! "Help me, madam!"
The head maid and two or three additional maids under Lucrezia's direct command charged at Maleta, dragged the struggling Maleta by force, and immediately descended into the servants' quarters on the third level. Maleta was Isabella's personal maid in the past, although she never helped her. This appeared to be over, but Lucrezia couldn't let Ariadne go quietly. As the hostess, this was a matter of honour.
"and you! If that had happened, you should have approached me and asked what you should do with her; what if you hit her maid for no reason?"
She reprimanded Ariadne with her eyes wide open.
"Violence is not tolerated under any circumstances!"
- 'There will be no violence under any circumstances!'
Cesare's remarks from a previous life rang in my ears following the tea party hair mishap. Ariadne laughed grimly. It is not that violence is never justified, but that those who lack the authority to legitimise violence should refrain from using it. If so, isn't the violence done by the Marquis' soldiers, whom Cesare dragged and drove to the capital, also violence? Is Cesare, who murdered Prince Alfonso and hung him on the wall, as pure as snow? Is this Lucrezia virginal? Is there a significant difference between a fist used directly and a whip struck by raising the maid? Maletha believes that a few slaps from Ariadne are preferable to ten lashes locked up in the cellar. Ariadne, on the other hand, bent his head and knee on his floor.
"This daughter's thoughts were fleeting. She didn't want to put strain on her mother, so she took care of it herself, and I was wrong."
She bowed her head once more and pleaded guilty.
"I shall travel to the Langbuye Relief Center with a spirit of self-reflection." I will serve for three days and three nights and repent of my faults."
The Rambouillet Refugee Center had a bad reputation. Margaret, Leo III's queen, erected it to benefit the needy of San Carlo. It had a wonderful intention, but her queen's budget was insufficient to feed and house all of San Carlo's impoverished. When the destitute went in, they frequently died.
"Because of my immorality, Maleta is also to responsible for misguided advice, so I wish to take her and support her faith."
Lucrezia appeared taken aback. Rambouillet Relief Center is located in Rambouillet, France. Heading to hell with one's own blood and pus flowing? Isabella, on her side, interjected.
"Wouldn't 5 days be preferable?"
He had a beautiful smile on his face.
"It is said that after committing a sin, St. Asteia of the Holy See prayed for five days and nights and was pardoned." Wouldn't we get better results if we strictly followed the Book of Chengdu's example?"
Ariadne was well aware that Isabella lacked faith. What is the success of the person who stole her brother's boyfriend with her blood on her hands? Isabella was only doing this to upset Ariadne. But, she stated that whether it was the third or fifth, it made no difference to Ariadne. He was skilled at enduring dirty, cold, and dangerous situations.
"Your sister is correct. I'll think about it for five days and then report back."
Isabella spoke into Lucrezia's ear. She removed her disguise in front of her mother.
- 'mom! When they return from the relief centre, they claim to have fleas or scabies and are locked in a small room for a month.'
- 'Will His Majesty say anything if I imprison Ariadne for a month?'
- 'I'm concerned I brought the disease from the Rambouillet Rescue Center, therefore I'm going to isolate myself until I'm clean. 'What would my father think?'
San Carlo was ravaged by epidemics of plague and cholera on a regular basis. The Rambuilles Relief Center was where San Carlo's poorest and sickest citizens went. Isabella added a phrase.
- 'The new guy pretends to be submissive, but I don't like it. It must be tamed. Let us use this moment to appropriately demonstrate who is in top.'
Lucrezia nodded in response to her eldest daughter's statements. That evening, Ariadne collected her party's belongings and left for the Lambuye almshouse early the next morning. * * * The Mare family's carriage on the route to the relief centre was plain and black. The Cardinal typically rode in a magnificent silver carriage, although he never expected to ride in it. I'm not going to give it up, and even if I did, I'd decline. Maleta, a maid damaged by whipping, sat in one corner of the cramped waggon, glaring at her. Ariadne floated her rhymes with a smile. She required the services of a maid servant. She developed her own identity, undisturbed by Lucrezia and Isabella.
"Maletta. It's just you and me for the next five days."
"… … ."
"In the meantime, Isabella is powerless to protect you. How should I proceed?"
Marletta's shoulders started to shake.
"No, will Isabella take care of you? Didn't you hear her mother yell "ten whips"? You wouldn't have been flogged if she had merely said one word to her."
According to Theodosius, an ancient Roman Empire commander, mankind might be dominated by either fear or love. Ariadne has never been successful in her prior lives. Others around her, as well as her subordinates, mocked and despised her. This time, I was going to put the fear to the test first.
"Even at home, you spend the most of your time with me rather than Isabella."
Ariadne shifted her weight towards Maleta. His towering stature and straight shoulders loomed over the fat and pudgy Maleta.
"At first, you may make a mistake. You could be mistaken. But, if you discover you've done something wrong, shouldn't you immediately change your attitude?"
Maretta took a deep breath.
"I am a gracious host." You can let go of the past."
The carriage then rocked violently. - Ha ha ha!
"I've arrived."
Maleta was fortunate in that the carriage arrived at the aid centre just in time. As Ariadne exited the carriage, she briefly clicked her tongue. The Rangbuye Relief Center was a subpar relief facility run by the state rather than the Seonghwangcheong, which is uncommon throughout the continent. Ariadne unloaded her suitcase in a frigid room, accompanied by a royal official, and requested the royal authorities, who had no idea how to treat the cardinal's illegitimate daughter, to take care of the task pleasantly, as she was simply a young lady who had come to do volunteer work.
'I need to go to a spot where the impoverished congregate. Because of this, I've travelled all the way here with Maleta.' * * *
"Stand in line!" "One bowl for each individual!"
Ariadne was assigned to the soup service line. It's a long way from the soup bowl, but lapping it nearly 500 times a day made my arm hurt like it was going to fall off. When she didn't find the person she was seeking for on the first or second day, Ariadne approached a low-ranking official who worked with her.
"I know the impoverished at the Relief Center have a lot more than this, so why are they the only ones getting food?"
"Those who are extremely unwell don't even have the energy to stand in line."
It was stated that they were famished because there was no separate crew to carry food and feed the extremely unwell.
'The youngster has to be present.'
Ariadne resolved to go in search of her. Ariadne had never imagined meeting someone more significant than the person she was looking for here until now.