"It might be infected with a dirty disease, so don't come in until you make sure it's clean!" - Cheekyong. Lucrezia and Isabella meticulously documented their outbursts. Under the guise of quarantine, they imprisoned her in a stable outside her mansion as soon as Ariadne returned from her Rambouille almshouse. The irony was that Ariadne used her quarantine as an excuse to keep her locked up, whereas Maletha and Sancha were immediately released.
"Who is this kid?"
When Lucrezia first met Sancha, her sharp voice echoed down the corridor. Ariadne responded calmly.
"This is the child who was brought here from the relief centre."
"Are you crazy or not?" What are you doing taking people from the outside at random?"
Lucrezia appeared distressed.
"You are very brave. You say you're sorry, you say you were wrong, but are you being so self-centered with each step?"
Sancha, who was standing there with her head bowed, chinned.
"I'm not going to have this slobber. I'm not sure what might have been contaminated, so get it out!"
Ariadne took a handkerchief from her bosom and offered it to Lucrezia as the servants were about to drag Sancha down and approach her.
"Please take a look at this, Mother."
"What exactly is this?"
Lucrezia examined the handkerchief with suspicion but did not touch it. The material of the handkerchief was Asamyeon gauze decorated with lace at the edges. It was far too opulent for Ariadne's possessions.
"How could you have stolen it?"
"It's not possible!"
When Lucrezia refused to accept the handkerchief, Ariadne held out the side with the gold thread embroidered 'AFC' and showed it to her.
"Prince Alfonso de Carlo owns it."
Lucrezia's brows shot up at the same time. Isabella's gaze shifted.
"I happened to meet the prince at the relief centre." I had intended to look after this child only while he was at the relief centre, but the prince praised Cardinal Mare for his great generosity in raising the poor."
Ariadne finally said, looking Lucrezia in the eyes.
"Prince Alfonso thought I was going to hire this child." I can't bring myself to say no... Aren't you dishonouring His Majesty the Cardinal's name?"
Whether she sold Prince Alfonso or Cardinal de Mare, Lucrezia was no longer willing to accept Ariadne's accident. Cardinal de Mare was still investigating her account books, as Lucrezia had been stealing money from her family while claiming to be her tutor. She handed Cardinal de Mare her household account book, which contained the extra expenses she didn't need because of Ariadne, and she felt a headache and a sudden surge of irritability when she thought of punishing her cardinal for Ariadne's sake.
"Only the mouth moves! Speak clearly! Get you both out! Go to the relief centre together! "What are you looking at me for, to be so selfish?"
Isabella's greed caused the situation in which Lucrezia's rage erupted.
"Prince Alfonso...?" "How did you first meet him?"
Isabella's purple eyes glowed with greed. Ariadne chose her words carefully so as not to irritate Isabella further.
"She must have been inspecting the Ranbuye Relief Center because it is an institution overseen by Her Majesty the Queen." Prince Alfonso was present at the relief center's food service."
Isabella immediately looked at Lucrezia, then turned around and began to bother her.
"mom! I'd like to visit the Langbuye Relief Center as well next week!"
"Isabella! "What are you doing?"
Lucrezia slaps Isabella on the back of the shoulder.
"There is a grand mass and a tea party to see the prince!" There is no such thing as a relief centre!"
Isabella appeared irritable, but she exhaled deeply before closing her eyes and smiling sweetly at Lucrezia.
"Mom, if you don't want me to go to the relief centre, please take that beggar's child instead."
"Are you doing what you want now?" Isn't this mother so laid-back?!"
"Oh, my mother. You shouldn't have anything to talk about if you see the prince at the tea party!"
Isabella lashes out at Lucrezia and gets angry.
"Because my father refuses to work with Prince Alfonso, I'm using my head like this!" I'm afraid I can't assist you!"
Isabella approached Ariadne and pulled her handkerchief while Lucrezia was embarrassed by Isabella's death.
"I'm keeping this."
Out of unconscious resentment, Ariadne strengthened the hand holding the handkerchief. Isabella smiled at Ariadne while holding Prince Alfonso's handkerchief. Her flaxen hair swayed and her fairy-like features glowed.
"Excellent work."
Ariadne bit her molars and managed a smile in response to Isabella's tone, which appeared to be that of a subordinate. Isabella's maid. Following her previous life, it is still the same in her present life.
"Not at all, sister."
Lucrezia sent Ariadne outside to the stable while she went inside with Isabella and the rest of the family. Maleta and Sancha hesitantly followed the group's tail. Sancha took advantage of the gap and came closer to Ariadne for a while as Lucrezia showed her back and the rest of her family followed her. A small, skinny girl softly whispered.
"Thank you so much, lady, for saving my life. I will certainly return the favour." * * * Ariadne received an unexpected message while living in a stable with sloppy plank walls and straw as a mattress in the sunny weather transitioning from spring to summer.
"The madam will come out and wash and prepare Miss Ariadne."
Maleta brought Sancha, who was still an apprentice, and announced the release of confinement. The tenth day of confinement had arrived.
"I was expecting a month, what happened?"
Before Maleta could respond, Sancha with a gun took the lead.
"From the palace came a carriage!" He specifically requested that I bring Ariadne!"
Ariadne smiled. It was an unexpected chance for him to repay Lucrezia's ten-day debt at the stable. Ariadne walked up to her third-floor room, followed by her maids. A neat ivory silk dress and a pure white chemise worn by a noblewoman lay in her small attic room to be worn underneath. She wasn't particularly pricey. But when she returned, she had the most beautiful clothes she had ever seen. Rather than being greedy for her clothes, Ariadne smiled and returned her gaze to her mountain chariot.
"Hey, let's play dress-up with me."
"yes?"
"chemise. I'll wear what you're wearing now while you wear that."
Even the maids were taken aback. Furthermore, Maleta's face contorted when Ariadne pointed at Sancha rather than herself. Sancha undressed and handed her clothes to Ariadne. Ariadne changed her chemise for Sancha's and wore a dress given to her by the De Mare family over it. Yellow cotton pants could be seen where the white lace of the chemise should have been exposed. Ariadne walked downstairs with her hair neatly combed and an assortment of outing outfits. * * *
"Mom, mother!" Why did Queen Marguerite suddenly invite us to Mass?"
"You must have been curious about our pretty Isabella's face after hearing her name!"
An animated mother-daughter 'axe soldier' parade was taking place inside the waggon.
"Isn't the prince also coming?" "I packed a handkerchief just in case."
Isabella fluttered a handkerchief emblazoned with the initials AFC. Isabella had just washed and perfumed the handkerchief and kept it. Isabella was her name, and she was dressing up like a porcelain doll. Rouge was applied to her lovely skin to make it blush, coal powder mixed with oil was used to make her eyelashes thick and thick, and her flaxen hair was half-tied and wavy in the style popular in the Republic of Porto. was shut down Her gown was ivory, like Ariadne's, but she couldn't compete in terms of luxury. The already stunning girl meticulously decorated herself. With the lights turned off and Isabella alone, everything around her seemed to glow. A young lady who has not undergone a debutante cannot use colour cosmetics, according to Etruscan custom. Ariadne closed her mouth like a shell and sat on the carriage's corner as much as she could to avoid being compared to Isabella, enduring her great mother and daughter. - Heh heh! She arrived by carriage in Palagio Carlo, in the heart of San Carlo, accompanied by a tourage of horses. After passing through the palace's outer entrance, the affectionate mother and daughter, as well as Ariadne, were greeted by a palace official who got off the carriage at the inner main gate.
"Welcome to Cardinal de Mare's family."
Officials avoided calling Lucrezia 'Madame' or referring to the clergyman's family. Instead, the three were escorted to an outside parlour that had previously been used for Queen Marguerite's wedding. It was a small but noble Massadang. A priest in white robes was just opening his mouth at the altar of Somi Shrine, and a dignified woman in her forties with a mass veil on her head bowed reverently in the front row. A couple of her maids were about to pray together behind her. The priest was conducting a Mass in the Gallic Kingdom's language.
'Marguerite, Queen.'
Ariadne had never actually seen Queen Margaret in her previous life, but she was instantly recognisable by her appearance in the portrait. In fact, she would have noticed the portrait even if she hadn't seen it. The manner and manners of her queen made it clear right away that she was a noble lady.
- "How should I proceed?"
Lucrezia, who had never had an audience with royalty, blushed and whispered to Isabella, unsure what to do. She should be the first to greet Her Majesty the Queen when she has an audience with her. But it was a great disgrace to mention her in her prayers to her queen. Isabella, too, was at a loss for what to do. Ariadne looked at her perplexed mother and daughter, then sat down in the back seat, three or four rows behind Queen Margaret, and began to pray.
- "mom!"
Isabella was a quick thinker. She began to pray as Isabella pricked Lucrezia's side to make her look at Ariadne's side, and then she sat down next to Ariadne. It irritated her that Ariadne got the good spot first, which made her roll her eyes, but for the time being, this was for the best. Lucrezia sat beside him and began to pray as soon as her eldest daughter was seated. "-And therefore the Gon of Jesarche sacrificed himself and saved the sinners, for they are imperfect yet still his children."
["-So Yesak's Gon sacrificed himself to save flawed humans."]
The priest's prayer was coming to an end. "We can only speculate as to what went through Gon of Jesarche's mind when he sacrificed himself for the immoral, selfish, and erroneous ones under his wings." In order to emulate Gon of Jesarche's way of life, the noble, rich, wise, or spiritual must first care for others before saving themselves. Amen."
["What did Gon of Yesak think as he gave his life for the immoral, selfish, and illiterate? Those who have, whether through wealth, position, or spirituality, should always be for those who are less fortunate than myself. That is the goodness that humans are not born with but must constantly seek. Amen."]
"amen."
The women's voices in Somisadang blended together. Isabella's 'Amen,' eager to catch the queen's attention, was especially high and resonant. Isabella, did she understand a single word of the Mass? Ariadne frowned instinctively, but when she realised she was agitated, she straightened the lines between her brows. It was actually stupid of me to show up because I wanted to make a statement. She was Isabella, and if she had been ten years older, she would never have done what she did. Even her cruel nemesis, who had spent her entire life manipulating Ariadne and had finally succeeded in slamming her into the western tower, was now only a seventeen-year-old adolescent. The Misapo lady returned the particularly high 'Amen' sound. Her son's hair was the same brilliant blonde as hers. The sunlight that had just broken through the stained glass window embraced her delicate features. The queen's face was kind, but her blue-gray eyes were cold. Her gaze was drawn to Isabella. Ariadne, who was sitting next to Isabella, bowed her head once more in respect as she saw her queen's gaze. When Isabella realised Queen Margaret's gaze was fixed on her, she opened her mouth in response to her instinctive need for attention.
"Oh my goodness..."
Isabella was the centre of attention.