93 Below Lady Value (for Bianca)

Work that you are unfamiliar with or don't want to do will improve if you repeat it. Bianca, who has been separated from labor until now, gradually gets attached to the tree if she takes care of it every day. It can be said that there is no other entertainment, but I began to feel that my daily routine with the poor grandmother was not bad.

Hmm, you're getting a lot better.

It's not easy to appreciate, but the words recognize Bianca.

"I can do it, I can do it."

I don't want to be honest and happy, but I can't help it.

"But not yet! You're slow in the first place. [M] It's good to do it beautifully, but if you don't do it, the sun will set!

I am now hanging a paper umbrella on the fruit of the grape. I was impressed when the flowers bloomed into the vine trees that I should have thought would be troublesome. It seems that the paper umbrella was worn to avoid mold, so I worked carefully one by one. The result is the conversation we had earlier.

"I know! Beauty or time is important!?

"What are you talking about? Neither!

"Because I can use my magic...!

Bianca concentrated on the work at hand while complaining. My grandmother also went to see Bianca or to check the trees in the distance without saying anything. Bianca sighed little and wiped her forehead. The summer sun is strong, and Bianca's skin burns relentlessly even in a hat. Perhaps the feeling of being a noble lady has already faded as I began to think I didn't care much about it. I'm not going to see anyone anyway. You'll never see your old acquaintance again. Then this life is not so bad either. It's because it doesn't shake my heart.

"─ ─ Bianca...?

That's why I was late to find out. Softness was unreliable, and instead the sweet sound of the voice of the man who once loved sounded like a strange thing in this long, deserved vineyard.

"Alberto, why..."

Looking back, Bianca opened her eyes. A paper umbrella was taken out of the pouch and flown to some place by the wind. Bianca was so upset that she couldn't afford to worry about it. Already, I've lived for months forgetting even elegant words, such as noble lady's whiteness and slender body. Did you hear what I said earlier? What do you think now? ─ ─ Why are you here in the first place?

"I knew it was Bianca. ─ ─ Well, I still... didn't see anything?"

Alberto distracted himself from Bianca and sighed deeply. The technique makes Bianca feel different from Alberto, and the soft part of her heart hurts a little.

Bianca took a step away from Alberto. I don't want you to know. I really didn't want anyone to see me fall so low. But Alberto gets two or three steps away. There was a tingling touch on Bianca's back neck. Bianca stops her feet tightly when she finds out it's the grape's chamber. I didn't want to waste the grapes that I grew up with such a hard time.

"This is... not your place!

A crackle and a sound of stepping on the grass at your feet. Bianca couldn't move any further. Alberto's hand touched Bianca's hand and lifted it. What is there is a hard hand that is used to farming. Alberto lowered his eyebrows and looked at what he thought would be useful to do.

"Oh, this is what happened. ─ ─ How pathetic."

You might have acted faster than you thought. A slight smell of skin hitting each other resonated in the quiet vineyards. A tingling numbness in the palm of your hand reminds Bianca of her current behavior.

"Ah... but I'm sorry!

The left cheek of Alberto became red. Bianca slapped her cheek with her hand, which she shook off Alberto. I can't believe what I'm doing. No way ─ ─ Bianca had pride in working here. That's enough to raise your hand to your old lover.

"What are you doing!?

Did you hear the sound, or did you notice it and let it go until now? The grandmother who wrinkled between her eyebrows raised her voice to force the frozen air to melt. Bianca, finally able to move, turned her heel and fled the scene. Running into a narrow room given to yourself in the house gives me a little peace of mind. I'm afraid I don't know what Alberto is thinking. When I was in King's Landing, Bianca was the man who made me think I was mistaken and got engaged.

"So, what happened to your cheek?"

Ah, well...

Alberto wondered if she could say anything in front of her grandmother. The old woman snorts her nose and opens her mouth.

"If you make a fool of a woman's hand in farming, you deserve to be beaten. I've heard about you from the Marquis, but I've never heard of you being such an idiot."

She knew that Alberto would visit the vineyard. Gilbert contacted me, and in some cases he said he would take it here.

"Are all abandoned men such idiots? I had a good study at my age. ─ ─ Now, go home."

"Don't say such a thing. I have nowhere to go. I won't make the same mistake anymore!

The claustrophobic eyes were the opposite of Bianca's defiant eyes when she first came here. Apparently, he's reflecting. But foolishness does not improve overnight.

The Count of Franz abandoned his eldest son, who had always been attached to Lannish's house, and replaced him with his younger second son. The sins of Bianca's parents, who were once Barons of Lannish, are public and cannot be employed in the King's Landing if they are regarded as their kinsmen. Even if you're in the Count Franz's house doing nothing, your father's eyes will be on you. If there was no place for him, Alberto wanted to work where Bianca was. As the old woman exhaled deeply, Alberto trembled on her shoulders.

"First of all, I need you to finish this work halfway. I'll tell you what, if you do the chores, you're out of rice!

A jealous, crazy, stupid woman, still a crazy, stupid man, in a sense, would suit you. But Bianca may have lost interest already. In other words, life here has only increased Bianca's worth as a woman. I thought it was incorrect as a noble lady, and at the same time it was very attractive as a human being. Her grandmother taught Alberto how to put on a paper umbrella.

"That's why it's this year's wine. Please pay."

Gilbert gave Matthias a bottle full of deep red liquid. Mathias wrinkles slightly between his eyebrows and receives it.

"Gilbert... do you think I can taste that?

"Your Highness will drink."

Wine made in Grandma's vineyards is not commonly sold. Completely handcrafted wines are valuable because of the progress of magical instrumentation. Most of them are bought by the Marquis of Forster and offered at night clubs or given as gifts to close people.

"Oh, the wine here is always good. Emilia would be delighted."

Apart from the one he gave me, he had already brought it to the royal castle in a box. You'll enjoy it for a while.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Matthias raised one eyebrow to Gilbert, who bowed his head politely to the nobility ceremony. It is unusual for Gilbert not to thank the knights or to leave so soon.

"It's unusual. Are you off duty today?

"Yes, I have an appointment after this."

"Well, thank you for delivering it."

Matthias repeated his words to chase Gilbert as he turned his heel and tried to get out of the room.

"Give my regards to Miss Sofia. ─ ─ Have a nice date."

Gilbert looks back at the door. The wrinkles between the eyebrows seem to be in a bad mood, but in this case, it's probably because of the awkwardness of being spotted. It would be light to meet Mathias, the prince of kings, but the elegant costume would be to go somewhere from now on. It's unusual to rush because I want to be with someone who doesn't have a time commitment for as long as possible. ─ ─ I can only think of Sofia, Gilbert's wife.

Matthias laughed deep in his throat and waved his hand. Gilbert leaves the room with the door open.

Let's drink the wine you received slowly with Emilia tonight. She tightened her loose mouth as she thought she would be pleased, and Matthias turned her eyes back to the documents on the desk.