Chapter 41:

Chapter 41:

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Forgotten Juliet

Caiman was quite thrilled by that fact, though he didnt quite understand it. However, he didnt show his feelings and spoke in a slightly disdainful tone.

Yes. They say shes a spirit mage, according to my subordinate.

Whether it was the alcohol that made him confident, or whether it was a resolution to teach a lesson to this somewhat naive boy from the North, he doidnt know.

But what is certain is that Viscount Caiman committed an act there that he would regret for a long time.

They say a quite impressive woman summons peculiar butterflies. Anyway, its a funny thing. That the summoned beast is a butterfly of all things. Isnt that right?

Interesting.

Upon that, for the first time, a cunning smile appeared on the face of Lennox Carlyle, who had been sitting somewhat arrogantly.

I too am looking for a woman.

!

At that remark, Caiman couldnt hide his excitement. He hadnt expected this.

In fact, everyone gathered in the ballroom was lining up for the Duke Aquitas.

In other words, they were all bringing bribes to Robert.

Before gathering them, Robert subtly hinted that Duke Carlyle seemed to be looking for someone here.

He could only guess exactly what the relationship was. Whether he was chasing a runaway slave, or perhaps a member of the Dukes family.

While his audacious behavior didnt quite suit his taste, if he could help Duke Carlyle here, the ruler of the North would owe a debt to him.

Moreover, the woman the Duke was looking for, even if there was no reward, it was an interesting story that piqued curiosity.

Trying not to seem too excited, Caiman said.

Who is the person you are looking for? I think I can help you, though modestly.

In fact, the faces of the two knights sitting next to Lennox Carlyle had already frozen.

However, Caiman didnt notice this and asked.

Duke Carlyle only faintly moved his lips and slowly put down the cup he was holding.

The past white wines of Aqutaine were the pride of the East. However, now, whether the land had changed or the reputation had long been tarnished.

The aroma was good, but the overly matured wine didnt suit his taste.

Or if youre not looking for a specific person, I can introduce you. There are many beautiful women in the East.

Robert Aquitas, who was also gauging the mood, encouraged him.

Tell us, Duke. This guy is a seasoned guy in finding people.

Well then

Lennox seemed to leisurely take his time and then asked.

So let me ask you, how long does it take to find the woman I want?

A week would be sufficient!

A week, huh? If you cant find her within that time, are you willing to put your neck on the line?

Of course Yes?

When Caiman couldnt determine if it was a joke or a serious statement, Duke Carlyle spoke again.

Thatll be easy then. The woman Im looking for is also a spirit summoner who controls butterfly demons.

Aha. That sounds somehow familiar

The next moment, it goes without saying that Viscount Caimans face turned pale.

Clatter.

The sound of a metal cup rolling on the floor rang out.

Juliet smiled and said its okay, then returned to the square. Unlike before, her steps were extremely heavy.

She also visited the Ash store, but for some reason, they rejected her, saying they didnt urgently need workers.

Is it because Im an outsider?

Juliet looked a little gloomy.

When Juliet returned to the town center, it was already late for lunch.

Juliet sat down at an outdoor table with an umbrella set up to eat lunch.

What should I do?

There was an unexpected setback.

Should I go to the place I originally planned?

Juliets destination wasnt far from here. And there was still plenty of time before the scene she wanted to see appeared.

She wanted to stay here a little longer because she liked this small and peaceful village. The people were kind, and the food and the small house to stay were good.

There were still historical sites she hadnt seen, and above all, she wanted to see the Festival of the Dead in the next city, Carcassonne.

Juliet, lost in thought, poked at her sandwich bread with a fork.

She rented a house, but she wasnt rich enough to hire people.

Juliet was quick to realize her limitations and was willing to compromise.

She decided to eat out and do the cleaning and laundry herself.

Even if she did it herself, the owner of the house, Mrs. Ronda, would come by every two days to help clean and pick up the laundry.

Suddenly, a delicious pie plate appeared in front of Juliet, who was lost in thought.

Juliet looked up with a surprised expression.

I didnt order this?

I tried making it for practice. Please try it as a dessert.

The friendly restaurant owner, Mrs. Riley, recommended it with a kind smile.

Thank you. I will enjoy it.

Expressing her gratitude, Juliet admired the pie.

Look at this. Where on the continent can you enjoy such a feast for just 8 copper?

If it was the capital, it would be 2 silvers, no, 3 silvers.

The people are kind, and their hospitality is generous.

As she looked at the pie topped with plenty of wild strawberries, Juliet was smiling with satisfaction, but then she felt a sense of incongruity.

Right. Too generous.

Maybe Lobell was the most hospitable village in the whole continent.

When she lost one of her gloves, she was going to buy one, but Mrs. Ronda gave her a high-end lace glove that her niece used to wear. When she spent half a day looking for a hairpin, she got a new hairpin for free from Mrs. Riley.

Yesterday, when she was about to take a carriage, Volen, the general goods merchant, gave her a ride because he was going in the same direction.

On the way back? For some reason, she ran into the Ash merchants again and came back more comfortably than she had gone.

Juliet, who was lost in thought, slightly turned her gaze.

On the table was a bouquet of morning glory flowers, holding fresh dew.

Morning glory at this time of the year.

In the late afternoon on the way to the city center, the flower shop owner Zellazni gave it to her for free because a customer reserved expensive flowers and didnt come to pick them up.

And this pie.

Juliet cut a small piece of pie with a fork. The crispy surface, the soft inner part, the sweet smell. The texture clearly indicated that they used high-quality butter and sugar generously.

Is this pie something the owner of a restaurant in a rural town in the East made just to try out once? If so, the chefs in the palace should die.

Juliet calmly put down her fork.