The Duchess of the Attic

The room quieted back for a moment to Opal's shocking words.

But soon, Hubert laughs with his nose.

"Don't be ridiculous. What I signed yesterday was a document from Omer..."

"That wasn't a document created by Omer. Your husband is at liberty to trust Omar, but why didn't you get a good look at what you would sign? I don't wonder what my husband always does in his study"

"Wow, I studied... you wouldn't know, but I learned a lot in college. There are some interesting lessons I learned at that time."

Hubert was now completely losing momentum.

You must be worried that Opal pointed me out and didn't confirm the contents of the documents I signed.

I postpone reality by talking about it, such as academia.

"Sure, it's great to deepen academics. But the time when the Aristocrats could live gracefully without work is about to come to an end. My current husband had people to feed and a land to manage. Was it worth enough to throw it all to learn? You think that discipline will generate money?

"What a nasty woman! Immediately convert to gold, etc!

"Of course, money is not everything in the world. But in order to live, you need money, regardless of your status. My husband was able to repay his debts by marrying me. With a blessing from my father, I can cover the immediate cost of living. But then what? You think your husband would create money on his own in that vast territory where he was never tried to look?

"Everyone said this year that every region will be rich"

"Everybody?"

"A friend. My irreplaceable friends who spent their college years with me."

"So they must have managed their territory well, or they must have hired a really good administrator. And you have a good look at the administrator's report"

It didn't matter to Opal what discipline Hubert was interested in.

The important thing is that we're going to.

Hubert is still trying to escape somehow, even though Opal is poking reality at him more and more.

Suppressing his feelings of disappointment again, Opal put a decisive reality - evidence before Hubert.

"This is the same document your husband signed yesterday afternoon. I really keep what my husband has signed in the safe properly, so if those here don't leak it outside, the public won't know.... as long as you don't stay away from me"

Listening to Opal's words, Hubert tried to say something, but in the end he dropped his gaze on the paperwork and took it into horrible hands.

As if I were afraid to face reality.

And then slowly he goes through his eyes, and then he blues.

"This... this is a lie!

"True."

"Well, even so, how about this? This, this... taking all the wealth away from me, His Majesty the King can't forgive you either!

It seemed that all those who had been watching Opal and Hubert's exchanges, those who had been spitting and watching, those who thought Opal's lies anyway, had finally come to know reality.

Everyone blues at Hubert's words, and some of them are about to fall and supported.

For Mrs. Northam, she was shaking violently when she shrugged.

"Unfortunately, that can't be. I looked it up and there were no conditions under the McCloud Duke's house regulations for the transfer of mansions or land other than the Duke's. That's why I've been able to collateralize my debt so far...... The paperwork was prepared by an official royal court attorney, and the husband signed it in front of them."

"Oh, the attorney of the royal palace...?

"Jonathan Kenzitt is a well-known law clerk whose Majesty is very trusted. I have been going to another country for the past year or so on His Majesty's orders...... If you're in your husband's shoes, it shouldn't be strange not only to have a name, but to have a familiar face. And you didn't know."

"Well, that's... Omer wrote to me..."

Now Hubert's face could be described as pale.

The righteous face is distorted by a sense of grandeur.

Opal continued in a strange mood that you had thought this man nice even temporarily.

"I don't think Omer wrote a word in his letter that he had two visitors and that it was his errand?

"How do you know that? I guess you set it up!?

"Isn't that obvious?

"Become!?

With Opal's full admission, Hubert lost his word.

Some servants stare with hatred at Opal.

"Again and again, Omer was wrongdoing. I have proof of that, and I can even swap Omer's debt again. So I ordered Omer to write that letter."

"What a coward!

"Dastardly? You make a lot of out-of-the-box accusations. My husband was overthrown with a complaint about my Omer. If you had listened to me at that time, even if it was only a few, would you have doubted me about this letter? Didn't they at least scrutinize the contents of the paperwork? Indeed, it would have seemed like a mere report at first glance, as the documents first lined up the names of the territories, each with details of the expected revenues, etc. But if you looked right through the end, you would have noticed that my name was on it and it was strange."

"Wow, I said I trust Omar. You took advantage of it!

"Yeah, I used it. But I've checked with my husband many times, haven't I? Are you sure visitors have nothing to do with me?"

"That's... you wouldn't think it had anything to do with it!

Opal turned his sad grin to Hubert, who yelled in agony.

Then he returns to his faceless face and exhales in a deep sigh.

"My husband, you weren't really interested in me. All you need is a bribe."

"What do you want now?"

"Jonathan Kenzitt is my maternal uncle. I didn't even know..."

"So, you cheated on me with your family groom! I still thought it was strange. I'll just marry you, give you that much money, etc... Again, I'm suing you!

"So I say that's futile. There are no deficiencies in the same thing as this document. It's not supposed to be necessary, but my uncle and I - because Jonathan Kenzitt is related to blood - have asked you to be present with a colleague of your uncle, who is a third party in order to be fair. Please give up because his signature is also on the real papers."

Opal turned his gaze closer to pity to Hubert, who had no longer lost his word altogether.

Hubert is just stupid.

The cause would have been that no one taught him the duties and responsibilities he deserved for his position, having succeeded to the Duke at an early age.

"My uncle probably also asked when we visited. About me."

It was Romit, the butler, who was much more breathtaking about the words.

Yesterday, when I guided the two visitors to the study, one turned to Hubert and said, "Is your wife home? I watched him ask."

Moreover, despite the fact that the two named themselves on the doorstep, Romit, who thought it was just a use from Omer, had easily listened.

One of them said it was the name of the sender of the letter he received the other day to Opal.

"My uncle and I didn't dare to tell each other about the relationship, but if we had actually met, the relationship would have been obvious. … even if you don't think you're related, you suspect there's something there, and you've been cautious about the paperwork."

Although Opal told him about himself and his uncle, he added, remembering his rumors.

"My uncle was against this plan at first, too. But it says something that you can understand if you look through it properly, so your husband can't be unaware of it. And that's when he was worried about the anger that was coming at me."

Talking about Kenzit embarrassed Hubert.

Being the Duke, he didn't even know the name of the royal court's legal officer and signed the paperwork in front of them.

The same was true of how incompetent I was, exposed under the daytime.

"As I said earlier, if my husband is to be asked, I will respond to estrangement. What will you do? My husband now has nothing but the Duke, will you stay away from me? And also remarry a woman with a new fortune? Even now, the Duke is - the title is an attractive thing you can't buy with money, so I'm sure you'll close your eyes to the liabilities that come with it. I just don't know if that would be more generous to a defiant servant or a relative with no maintenance obligations...... Or do you work for them? If I ask your friend, will he introduce me to some kind of work?

In Opal's words, those here have finally woken up.

Until now, we realized that we were intoxicated by stories featuring the unfortunate Duke and Stella.

Everyone tried to pity Cave when he complained that his wife deserved proper respect.

Cave said it was the right thing to do.

Our own future is held by a woman who implicitly told her husband, the Duke, that she was in debt - the Duchess.

The indoors were now completely quiet, and no one looked at Opal frightened like a demon or something without saying anything.

"Wow, I..."

"And one more thing, my will earlier, I created my uncle as a witness. If I die, all my property will be donated to several charities."

"Become..."

Hubert, who was flabbergasted, reacted, probably not because of the fate of Opal's legacy, but because he clearly told it.

I was shocked to hear you say it was useless to kill yourself.

Still, I didn't care for Opal, so I erased my emotions and asked him again.

"Come on, sir, what will you do? Will you stay away from me and get out of here? Or will you stay?