The Duchess of the Attic

I guess Trevor decided from Hubert's attitude that it was better to stay standing.

That's when Romit showed up with his tea.

And although he gave Trevor a mocking look while standing, he silently prepares tea for three on the table.

I guess Opal, who is originally my mistress, should make tea, but I knew no one was going to.

Eventually, as Romit leaves the study, Hubert opens his mouth again like he was in a hurry.

"So what are you trying to say until you bring this person all the way here? Are you dissatisfied with the Duke? Apparently, you leaked your dissatisfaction with the Duke's lack of prosperity and went to visit the city of Novoli."

"... who asked you that?

"It's Omer. He wrote to me as soon as you left for Novoli. I guess he also thought I had an obligation to report on you. Omar is serious and he'll be in touch with something."

To Hubert's words, Opal almost laughed.

Did you think you deserved to be trusted because you would contact me in earnest?

Then Hubert is too pure and immature.

Trevor leaning over and coughing seems to be deluding the laughter.

"Now let me be honest with you from me. I don't trust Omar. They say there has been no disaster in the Duke's territory in the last few years. So I was wondering if Omer was embezzling..."

"This is ridiculous! You don't have to say any more!

"But in fact, we found evidence. Omer put embezzled money into gambling and even owed it."

"Is that what you're saying? If you put your hands together with the guy there, you'll be able to fabricate evidence like that and more! Omer is someone my late father trusted and hired. I can't believe you worked for the Duke's house for years, fooling him, etc!

It was Opal who was incredible.

I don't even try to listen to Opal at all, it's ridiculous to clean up and yell at Hubert in a nutshell.

Apparently Trevor is also a rare surprise.

On the contrary, Hubert seems to be getting more and more excited with his own voice.

"Surely, both here and that land were saved with your money. But the name is mine, and it will always be mine! I decide who to hire. I'm not going to let you, Count, be good! I'm done talking. You need to get out of here!

"... ok. Now if you'll excuse me."

I'm sure Hubert was in a bad mood.

Opal thought favourably that something might have happened to Stella after a while.

After a while, I was wondering if Hubert would calm down and listen.

Opal, who left the study with that in mind, changed his mind with his eyes on Stella and Mrs. Northam on the other side of the hallway.

You heard Hubert yelling, Stella had a very mean grin, and the lady had a satisfying grin.

"Oh, that's the rumor...?

"Yeah, that's right. But I'm sorry. I can't introduce you. Because my husband tells me not to see her."

"You look like a much mean angel. I may be careless to say this, but is that person's life really at stake?

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't look very like it. If you're an old-fashioned attending physician, aren't you pretty much being called in your old age? You might want to see another doctor once."

"... right. When your husband's in a good mood, I'll give him a suggestion. More than that, I'm really sorry. You said you had come to King's Capital because of this, but this is what happened."

Opal and Trevor whispered as they headed to the front door.

I'm also angry that Romit, the butler, isn't going to show up at all.

"It doesn't matter. You've also had a mood swing trip to Wang Du. Recently, the Earl Territory has been too well and bored. So, what do you do to convince the Duke? You may bring Omar, or the butler of the consulate in the Duke's territory... may I have Lind testify?

Trevor, who came all the way to the front door, said so and stopped.

My servant opens the door and waits, just asking me to go home soon.

Opal was just a little lost, and replied with a chuckle.

"... yeah, I don't mind that anymore. I just think I'll be back in Count's territory in a while. I want you to think about if there's a new admin candidate by then, if possible."

"- Okay. I... we're on the lady's side. We support this battle."

"Thank you, Trevor. Well, be careful."

I don't know how far my servant was listening, but Opal did.

Trevor also leaves the mansion with clear words of encouragement.

Opal pulled right into the attic as he dropped off at the front door until the carriage Trevor boarded turned the corner.

No butler, no Hubert, no one will show up by then.

And Opal, who sat in front of the crude desk, reflected that it was a bad way to put it then.

Omer was the caretaker hired by Hubert's father, and fooling him would have been the same as fooling the previous Duke.

If the previous Duke was still alive, I don't know what would have happened to Omer.

I felt sympathy for Hubert again, but I still thought so, and Opal wrote a letter.

The reply arrived the next morning, and Opal, surprised at the speed, cut the seal and read it immediately.

"I'm going out this afternoon, so I need you to prepare a visit."

"Where are you?

"... I wonder why I have to tell you where I'm going. Hey, Beth?

"Sa, I offered you something. Forgive me."

"I forgive you."

With the usual opal, I wouldn't say this to anyone, but patience was the limit when I looked at Beth's face, which has always been grumpy.

I don't know if Beth can read the letters, but maybe she realized the sender was a man.

I wonder if that's why you've asked questions like this now.

For example, Romit should be aware that this sender is a man and can also be considered to report to Hubert.

That prediction seemed to hit, and Opal was called off by Hubert as he tried to get a carriage ready to go out.

"Where are you going?

"... why ask such a question if you have never shown any interest in my behavior before?

"Because it's a carriage with the family crest of the Duke's house, and I don't have trouble seeing a man. Sneak up on me if you want."

"I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations, but it's my uncle's mansion I'm headed to. He hasn't been back in King's Capital in a long time, because you said you wanted to see my face."

"- Then you can do it on your own!

"Let me do that"

The truth is, my uncle, who found out I was married, had invited Hubert with me, but I didn't touch on that.

They'll say no anyway, and it was already a hassle.

Apparently Hubert isn't really into Opal in the first place.

It's not like I'm just visiting during the day, with a bag that looks heavy - because I have a bag with a borrower or something, but I don't even realize it's suspicious.

Opal, who had thus visited his uncle's house, was pleased to reunite for the first time in a year.

But my uncle stunned and disagreed with Opal's cut out after a while.

I was somehow convinced of that because I complained about the status quo and vowed to protect it in the future.

Afterwards, Opal, who promised to meet his uncle next at the consulate of the Count's family, left the following day for the consulate of the Count's family when he returned to the Duke's residence.

Opal also asked for permission to go to Count's territory once he returned from his uncle's mansion, but Hubert just said, "You just have to be on your own" again, not to say he wasn't interested.

When it comes to just being different, it's that Cave's attitude, the Duke's carriage owner, had changed considerably.

One Cave treats Opal properly as the Duchess and respects him.

Laughing with such irony, Opal was feeling the feeling of being rough healed by the fact that he could see the consulate.