How to Survive as the Wife of the Monster Duke - Chapter 225

“Yes, yes.”

Moena, the self-made lady, bowed her head.

“I am deeply grateful for the Duke’s kindness.”

Of course she would be. After seeing Ilyin at the gathering, she took her work more seriously. Thanks to that, information about Ilyin had stuck in her memory. Especially about her family.

Amid recently recalled the Arlen family’s situation. They were heavily indebted to the Earl of Arlen. Apparently, the Earl had pursued a get-rich-quick scheme but ended up failing. Clearing the debt with the income from the Arlen estate was impossible, and it was Roen who extended a helping hand at the time.

“……”

But the Earl of Arlen proved to be more useless than expected. He couldn’t even seize the opportunity to meet Ilyin, that woman, at the gathering. With the advantage of blood ties, there must have been some way to create an opportunity, but the Earl of Arlen couldn’t even manage that.

“His obsession with protocol is too severe…”

Obsession?

There was one question that arose when asked about the reason.

“Perhaps Ilyin had been teasing him in the protocol?”

Unaware of the ominous implication, Amid clicked his tongue. Such behavior made him look incredibly foolish. Useless fool… The Earl of Arlen might have considered the foresight ability a curse, but in Amid’s eyes, he seemed nothing more than a simpleton.

Isn’t seeing the future a good thing? Anyone would want to know the future. What I will be doing in ten years, or even tomorrow. Heck, wouldn’t it be great to know in advance if I’d succeed in getting that woman into bed? Such an enticing ability could be ominous.

“When you were a maid on the Arlen estate,” Amid spoke up.

Amidst the silence, his voice suddenly rang out, startling Moena, the self-made lady.

Amid continued without hesitation.

“You must have seen Ilyin up close, that woman?”

“Of course.” Moena, the self-made lady, bowed her head deeply.

Amid’s lips curled into a smile.

“So you must know a lot about her?”

“Yes, I do! I…” Moena, the self-made lady, started to babble in surprise.

Amid listened to her words with a delighted expression. His purpose in summoning Moena, the self-made lady, was clear. He aimed to distance the Duke of Biflten and Ilyin from each other. Creating misunderstandings among people was as easy as pie, especially when one of them was already involved in social circles. Moena, the self-made lady, would do that for him. He didn’t even need to intervene directly.

“I know that she embarrassed you at the luncheon. Don’t worry about the rest.”

Moena, the self-made lady, blinked. It was about what had happened at the forbidden event, the luncheon. Truth be told, it wasn’t Ilyin who caused the embarrassment, but Lady Danette, the Countess. However, Moena, the self-made lady, had directed all her arrows at Ilyin. If only that woman hadn’t shown up, then Moena, the self-made lady, wouldn’t have been humiliated like this at the frequent luncheons! Amid smirked and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Spread rumors about that woman without hesitating, using any means necessary.”

Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. As long as the rumors are convincing.

“That kind of rumor would be great. Ilyin de Arlen, the recluse in society, surely spent her time only in the mansion. How on earth…”

Amid leaned toward Moena, the self-made lady.

“Could she have seduced the Duke of Biflten?”

“That’s right.” Moena, the self-made lady, played along.

“Even the timing was late. She said she only thought of replying after the postal worker who delivered the bride recruitment letter had left. How did she even send a reply? You can’t send a letter to Biflten without going through a courier, right?”

Now, since it was revealed that Amid was involved with the Earl of Arlen and the Duke of Biflten, he probably thought he could send a letter to Amid. But at that time, it was an unknown fact. How could a letter have been sent to the cold monster’s land?

“What if she had already met the Duke of Biflten?”

So, there must have been a secretive way of communicating with Biflten. Amid chuckled.

This was how stories in society got inflated. Having rolled in social circles before, Amid was well aware of how rumors were created. Perhaps the Duke of Roen hadn’t known he was assigning this task due to Amid’s ability.

While he might not have been knowledgeable about other matters, Amid excelled at creating backdoor rumors and clandestine affairs among the nobles. Pretending to be a messenger for the executioner’s guild while listening to various pieces of information.

While his priority was indulging in the night, after spending a long time in secretive moments with many people, he naturally gathered information.

“Or perhaps she already has experience with a man?”

At his remark, Moena, the self-made lady, widened her eyes. Amid smiled.

“After all, isn’t the art of secret nighttime affairs common knowledge?”

“…”

“Don’t you want to be her master?

She would be your subordinate, after all. How about that? ’

Moena, the self-made lady, flinched at his words. For over twenty years since Ilyin foresaw Sid’s death, she had lived in the cold and ruthless mansion. Revealing her ability would mean a death sentence with the invisible blade of retribution at her throat. During that time, that cursed foresight of hers felt like a vengeful dagger, following her even to the closest maids in the mansion.

Everything happened because of that woman. If only that woman hadn’t opened her mouth! Remembering those dreadful times, Moena, the self-made lady, clenched her fist.

“Leave it to me.”

I’ll definitely do it.

Moena, the self-made lady, nodded repeatedly. Amid gestured as if telling her to leave.

Father had said that if they could just acquire the foresight ability from Roen, it would suffice. It seemed he had plans to marry off the foolish third-born.

“…”

He crossed his arms.

Father doesn’t mind if that woman becomes mine. As long as she has the foresight ability.

He turned his gaze to the sword hanging on the wall. The sword from the Biflten estate, a gift given to him during his birthday celebration. A winter region’s sword. How, though? Was there any way to mark that woman? He pondered.