Chapter 631

Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 631

EP.631

In essence, a celebration held by nobles is not something that can be prepared overnight.

When a high-ranking noble holds a small party, ‘They live frugally!’ Rather than, ‘You’re being undignified and petty!’ In a world where this interpretation is common, if you decide to invite someone and throw a party for any reason, you must throw a party of a size appropriate for your ‘level’.

Of course, this requires not only money but also time. Considering customs and etiquette, invitations should be sent at least two to three weeks in advance to give guests time to prepare. I had seen and learned such facts when I worked at the Ogatorf family, so when Esmuët announced that she was holding a celebration, I honestly thought that I might end up staying longer than expected.

It took less than a day to realize that was a bad idea.

It was the evening when I thought it would end neatly with a formal invitation to the imperial family, a stay in a huge room with gold lacquer on all sides, and mainly conversations with Esmueh.

“They say preparations for the celebration are complete.”

The words spoken by Esmuet, who had just been told something by an old man who appeared to be a butler, were far beyond my common sense.

“......what?”

“You heard correctly. The celebration will begin tomorrow afternoon.”

Again, a noble party is not something you want to do in an instant, like roasting beans over a lightning fire.

Hundreds of people flock to a party held by an ordinary nobleman. Like Dottegi Market, they do not accept just anyone, but are carefully selected by sending out invitations. Of course, a party held by the imperial family in the imperial capital couldn’t be any smaller than that.

“How on earth? I thought it would last a week no matter how much I hurried?”

“Hmm, is that why you wanted to be with her so much?”

“No, no. It’s not that it’s not... It’s not like it’s usually prepared this quickly, right?”

When Esmuye suddenly says no, her eyes suddenly become harsh, she hastily adds an excuse that is not an excuse, and only then does the strength in her eyes loosen. Esmuye, who understood what I wanted to say, smiled slightly and nodded.

“If it’s general, then yes. Of course, opening is excluded.”

I wonder if this is the end of the problem, but after listening to Esmuët’s explanation, I found it to be absolutely correct.

Did you ask them to think about whether there was a lack of money if there was a problem that couldn’t be solved with money? Esmueh paid for all the preparations for the celebration with more money. Of course, throwing a party is meaningless if there are no people, but this too was solved in a very imperial way.

There is no invitation. There is no dress code. The only thing Esmuet said was, ‘We will allow the use of the gate, so those who are qualified can come on their own.’

If I were an imperial noble, I would have cursed at the imperial family first, but surprisingly, it actually happened. Thanks to this, I felt like I could sense the one-sided malice of a small business owner from Esmueh, who smiled and said that there must be nobles moving in a hurry even at this hour.

“Why so much?”

You can’t do this just because you feel like it or because you are selfish, as Etrasiezel said.

Esmueh predicted that in addition to direct terrorism, there would be people who would use this celebration as an excuse to spread discontent against him.

“In a battle of numbers like this, the information gained from seeing the opponent act is important, but the information obtained from seeing the opponent not acting cannot be ignored. In fact, I was looking for an opportunity from the beginning, but...” “

I was?”

“Hmm, she didn’t succeed because her behavior was so perfect.”

“...What does that have to do with it?”

“Isn’t this the pride of the empire, far from being a king who lives in luxury and pleasure? If he suddenly indulged in extravagance without any particular reason, it would have only aroused people’s caution. However, tying up other nobles to prepare would make it quite annoying as the distinction between factions and factions is unclear. It wasn’t.”

I almost tilted my head at his sudden self-boasting, but it turned out to be a surprisingly reasonable explanation.

“They know how to move quietly enough to infiltrate the Imperial Academy and get their hands on the gate. They don’t move through the loopholes they clumsily reveal. However, the princess and the prince are at odds in a cold atmosphere over the newly born dragon slayer. “Wouldn’t a painting be quite convincing?”

Esmué even hurried one step behind Etrasiezel, so if their eyes and ears are extended to the imperial family, there seems to be ample room to interpret her sudden action as a political move.

But... this wasn’t planned in advance, it just came to mind while the three of us were sitting in the study? Do you have a different way of looking at the world?

“What if they really don’t react?”

“Then you can just enjoy the celebration, what’s there to worry about?”

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Esmuye, who was slowly getting up to go back to her bedroom, answered my question with a small smile.

“It’s not like you can predict the future. You’ve laid the plan here and there, but there are many times when the results are different from what you expected. However, because you’ve laid the plan like a spider’s web in preparation for threats, your hit rate is high.”

It was an unexpected answer.

Despite her young age, Esmuais almost took over the real power of the empire, so I thought everything would go as planned in that direction.

“But as long as you don’t give just one meaning to one action, you will almost certainly fail. The same goes for this celebration. We will create a place to sincerely celebrate you, satisfy your selfish desires, and if you are lucky, we will attract insect-like cultists. “You get a chance to oust them. One of the three will definitely succeed.”

Just when I was thinking that it seemed like something that was true, but too much money was spent on the other two except for the last, Esmuet looked at me and smiled meaningfully and suddenly said.

“Do you think too much money has been spent to include such self-interest?”

“...Are you using mind reading or something?”

Do I tend to show my emotions on my face like that? I was dumbfounded, so I reached out and stroked her face, and her laughter got a little louder.

“The value of you and your wife is too high to be called ordinary self-interest. Although it may be a reason to spend money, it is not a reason to save.”

After hearing her words and weighing the astronomical amount of money spent on this celebration and the previously mentioned stories, Esmuye called the maids waiting outside and prepared to leave. He looked at me with an amused look as I was worrying, and then walked away and added briefly: .

“In the world, they do not call this overconsumption for self-interest, but rather an investment.”

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