Chapter 7
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“It’s nothing special. Did you have to pay any attention to that?”
“Drinking it makes the body lighter and relieves fatigue.” (Barton)
The Duke of Fay was frustrated.
Why are you suddenly explaining about the tea when I asked you to get Morgana?
But Barton’s subsequent words surprised him.
“It’s all made by Miss Morgana and sold at great prices.”
“… Who?”
“Miss Morgana.” (Barton)
Barton set the empty glass down on the table.
He continued with this unique relaxed smile of a long-standing aide.
“Thanks to this, the tea is very famous in the mansion.” (Barton)
“Why tea suddenly?”
“Well, all I heard is that she’s trying to save money.” (Barton)
Duke Fat asked the maid who came in, “Did you buy the tea Morgana sells?”
“Yes?! Oh yes, Duke!”
“Does she sell anything else?”
“There are things like…it can relieve eye fatigue, treat burns and burn marks.”
“Isn’t the payment free?”
The servant answered with a jump, “No! I’m paying the lady properly.”
“The lady said that nothing is free in this world, and she doesn’t give a single grain for free. I’m paying a fair price for it!”
It was consistent with what Barton said.
Why does she need money all of a sudden?
It was contrary to Morgana’s image of coming in proudly and offering his share.
Not long ago, she was a child making a fuss about wanting to attend the succession ceremony.
It changes when a person dies, but Morgana changes overnight.
‘You’re making another move to go to the ceremony of succession.’
I knew Morgana wouldn’t let it go, so I was sure she had an ulterior motive.
⚔︎“This is the mandrake I’ve only heard of!”
Morgana double-checked, unable to believe it with her own eyes.
I felt bad because I suddenly pulled it out of the ground, and the eyes of the roots in the form of humans were fierce.
“Oh, my!”
It even spat on Morgana.
Surprised, Olia rushed with a handkerchief.
Wiping the mandrake’s saliva on Morgana’s dress, she shouted, “Oh, my, have you seen all these rude herbs?”
“It’s all right, Olia. It’s a love potion that works so well.”
“Well, it’s hard to live, but who buys that kind of herb?”
The lesser people would buy it.
For example, aristocrats?
Most nobles relied on magic rather than herbs.
The magic of controlling the mind was classified as dark magic.
Since dark magic couldn’t be dispelled without the will of the caster, it’s different from herbs that naturally lose their efficacy over time.
It was quite worth the limelight as long as it was on the market.
It’s rare and expensive to sell to wealthy people.
‘Is the harvest better than I thought?’
The land of the Duke that no one could touch. Behind the annex, wild herbs were almost scattered on the floor.
To Morgana, this place was nothing short of a bonanza.
The reason I first led the maids behind the annex was simply to sell good medicinal herbs if there were any.
‘However, I didn’t know there was such a thing!’
Ugh. How much would it sell for?
Morgana stood up and gently stroked the mandrake’s root, which was about to bite her finger, and then she handed it to Olia and asked.
“Put it inside well. You must never eat that poisonous mushroom. Don’t even put it in.”
“Yes! I didn’t know it would be because it looked pretty. I feel betrayed.”
“Pretty things are actually more poisonous.”
Just as I tried to walk with the maids. One of the servants ran in a hurry.
“Miss! Miss Morgana!”
It was a face I saw often near Duke Fay.
He was also one of those who recently bought tea from Morgana.
He gasped, took a breath, and said, “Duke, the duke wants to see you immediately.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know. Oh, but his expression wasn’t good.”
What? Has Morgana done anything before?
She looked back at her memories.
‘…there are so many things!’
There were so many that it was embarrassing to pinpoint just one.
Morgana, terrified, shook her hand and jumped up from her seat.
“Tell him I’m coming now. Olia!”
“Yes!”
“Let’s change clothes first.”
“What?”
To the surprise of Olia, Morgana answered, “Prepare some of the most shabby and trivial clothes.”
Perhaps the Duke thought she was spending Fay’s money on a spree.
Recently, Morgana has been lavishing her meals, and the number of furniture that the maids brought to her has increased, so she’s been in great shape.
Morgana in the original work assumed that some of Fay’s fortune belonged to her, for granted.
Even though Duke Fay didn’t give it properly, she stole, used her power, and managed to get it.
She did as much as she could with the money she received. She had never handled such large amounts, so she spent it like a beggar.
‘Who buys a fake ruby for 300 golds?’
That was enough for her to buy a real ruby with 50 gold.
Of course, Morgana had no intention of staying that way.
It’s difficult to pay it back if I would leave for Britain, so at the very least.
Morgana, who changed into plain clothes, headed straight to Duke Fay’s office.
As the servant hinted, the mood of the Duke was not good.
Morgana spoke half-heartedly, “Did you call for me, Duke?”
He scrutinized Morgana’s whole body, and asked harshly, with force in his eyes.
“… What’s your deal this time?”
“… What?” (Morgana)
“I mean, why are you acting like a beggar and acting like an angel to your servants?”
It’s already reached the Duke’s ears.
He seemed to have figured it out sooner than Morgana had planned.
It costs a lot of money to get to Britain.
It was also necessary to rent a carriage, and it was important to have proper British-style attire in time for the royal family’s selections of servants.
She also needs money to stay from the interview to the examination results.
I thought I collected it timidly, but it seemed to others that I was crazy about money.
‘Did I rush too much? I’ll have to collect them quietly so that it doesn’t show.’
Before Morgana could answer, Duke Fay continued.
“If you make money like that, is that all you have to do? How far will you bring down the honor of the family?”
Morgana blinked briefly at the word of honor.
As it was a family in ruins, I knew he was focused on outward appearances, but I didn’t know he was this sensitive.
Morgana answered politely, “I think I’ve been misunderstood because I tried not to use the Duke’s money as much as possible.”
“…and living in my mansion, that’s a contradiction.”
“Since you’re responsible for the minimum, so I’ll take care of everything else. Because we are living with each other.”
I thought he would scold me for spending too much money. I was glad it wasn’t the result I was worried about, but I felt strangely bad.
‘How the hell do you call such a gorgeous thing I’m wearing? Is this a beggar’s look?’
Clearly, you haven’t seen a real beggar.
Which beggar wears clothes with lace and good fabric?
Of course, when I think of Elaine and Morgause, who dressed splendidly, there was something that I didn’t understand.
Duke Fay asked again, disbelieving what she said.
“That doesn’t change my decision. Forget about the succession ceremony.”
“I will be foolish by myself. Don’t worry, I won’t show you.”
If I had to ask, it would be more like clinging to Britain rather than the succession ceremony.
For now, Morgana was just around the corner, her plans should not be caught.
Then Duke Fay pressed on his temples as if the conversation was tiring.
Soon a groaning tiredness flowed dryly.
“Dress properly. It’s not your problem, it’s your family’s problem.”
“It’s okay. This dress is comfortable and nice enough.”
“There’s a certain formality that a noble person must have. Maybe it’s because you grew up in the slums and don’t have manners at all.”
Duke Fay shook his hand in annoyance.
It was a silent sign that he would no longer talk.