Chapter 226
Natalie was the only servant who could read. As the others clamored, she reluctantly took the newspaper and began reading.
“Arsonist in Hallain Mountain finally caught.”
“Wow!”
“The imperial search party found a suspicious woman in Billimansi. She has chestnut hair and light green eyes.”
“Oh! That must be her! Chestnut hair and green eyes, right?”
“Quiet! Listen carefully!”
Natalie cleared her throat and continued.
“For some reason, this beautiful woman who appeared in Billimansi a year ago has been working as a day laborer in a textile factory. When Duke Krygen heard the news, he immediately rushed to the imperial court and said, ‘I doubt Macy could work in a textile factory.’”
“What? So it’s not the mistress?”
“This time it’s for real. The timing matches when the mistress disappeared, and above all, they say she’s beautiful!”
“She’s young and slender? They say her skin is white like a noble’s too?”
Before the others could grow more disappointed, Natalie spoke again.
“It turns out the woman is 31 years old. Since the factory doesn’t hire older women, she’s been hiding her age all this time…”
“Oh, so it wasn’t her after all?”
“Again. Turns out it was wrong information. Turns out, turns out. If it was wrong, they shouldn’t have written the article!”
A maid complained in irritation. News about Duke Krygen’s mistress was always like this.
But such articles kept being published for one simple reason: they sold well.
Even street vagrants knew the arsonist was Duke Krygen’s mistress. Just related articles alone made newspapers fly off the shelves.
Moreover, the news that the Duke’s mistress was on the run drew public attention, and rumors spread like wildfire in Obelit that the great Duke Krygen had lost his mind after losing his genius painter and beloved lover.
“There’s another article about the mistress here.”
“Where?”
Natalie skimmed the article and replied.
“The mistress originally painted the paintings of the best painter in Laden, but apparently that wasn’t true. Yannick Horton has started painting again.”
“So she really just copied the paintings?”
“Who knows. Either way, it’s frustrating. After a year, her name still comes up in the papers.”
“They say the Krygen family’s alliance with the imperial family would be a huge loss, but the Duke said he’d accept a marriage proposal if they find the mistress.”
“Really? Even if it’s a loss, to make such a demand of the imperial family? Even the Duke could be arrested for insulting the crown with such words.”
“The Duke isn’t himself these days. But surprisingly, the Emperor accepted the condition.”
“My goodness!”
A newly arrived maid looked wide-eyed in surprise.
No matter how remote Lettern village was from the capital, this was still the Krygen family’s villa.
And Arzena Krygen, wife of the previous Duke, lived here.
So they knew plenty about rumors regarding the Krygen family, and their information was quite accurate.
“Looking back, it’s a shame to let one person go when you could hold the entire Krygen family in your hands. But did the Emperor really think he couldn’t find her?”
Rumors had been swirling for a year about the Krygen family’s alliance with the imperial family, but no progress had been made.
If the Duke and the princess had been caught together at an event or ball, the engagement would have been confirmed, but the Duke had completely stopped attending social events, which had already been rare.
He had left his flourishing business to a proxy, and hadn’t attended parliament for over a year.
He only appeared occasionally when news about the mistress surfaced, then returned to the mansion.
Not to the main Krygen mansion, but the Bayatten mansion.
The mansion where the family head kept his mistress and shared his bed. The sight of him guarding the mansion alone moved many women to pity.
“Oh no. Our Duke must be so heartbroken. I think he’s still searching for her, running at full speed.”
“How much must he have loved her? I didn’t know our Duke was such a romantic.”
“Me neither! If a handsome noble loved someone so passionately, I’d be content.”
Bang!
“Nonsense.”
Then a woman’s somewhat rough voice interrupted. The others, whining and swooning, turned their heads to look.
“They say all the romantics are dead.”
Maria, sitting alone eating some distance away, sneered sarcastically.
Discussion
0 CommentsNo comments yet.