Suddenly, becoming a diplomat, what Riga had to do first was neither understanding the political situation in the Ferseita Empire, nor gathering intelligence, nor befriending influential politicians. It was to set up a threestory mansion’s household with his attached family of three.
How long would they live here? Assuming nothing happens, three years would probably suffice. If his head were to fly off before that, assumptions would be meaningless.
“The first floor will be used as an office, and we need to secure money here right away. Has an agreement been reached on the exchange rate issue?”
Aldwin shook his head at Riga’s question.
“Of course not.”
“I thought so too. Could you at least convey the content of the agreement, as I know nothing about it?”
“You heard it when you were introduced to His Majesty the Emperor. That’s all there is to it. ‘The diplomat from the Kaleta Empire is going to Ferseita. A Ferseita diplomat is also coming to Kaleta.’ That’s it.”
Walking briskly, Riga stopped and looked at Aldwin.
“It’s quite an achievement to have done even this much, considering they’ve been fighting bloodily for hundreds of years.”
A situation where one party unilaterally invaded, and the other was unilaterally invaded.
“Yes, it’s really amazing. So amazing. Whatever, someone has to go and get things done, and since I was chosen, I have to do it.”
Muttering about his damn life, Riga entered. A widerthanexpected entrance hall, and a large staircase and extended corridor greeted her. It was bright as it received good sunlight.
“It’s cleaner than I thought?”
“I’m telling you. I thought they would give us a very terrible place.”
“We need to check if it’s owned or leased first.”
If it’s a rental from the Ferseita Empire, they would have to be prepared to be kicked out when the lease is up.
There was not just one or two things to worry about. She spotted Eliza Barkova, coming from the end of the east corridor.
“Here, these are miscellaneous documents you need to look at.”
“Thanks, Captain Barkova. This was most urgent.”
“Over there is the kitchen and dining room.”
Eliza Barkova pointed behind her. Let’s see. Riga decided to look around the mansion today.
“How is it, good, eh?”
It was a light green kitchen with pretty patterned tiles covering half the wall. Cabinets were made of wood, and in the center, there was a large and wide countertop.
On it were unexpectedly milk, eggs, various vegetables, fruits, and meat. And Martin was looking at a peculiar and huge piece of furniture on the wall, seeming quite perplexed.
“Did you buy the ingredients already?”
“Yes, do not worry. I will soon serve a proper meal.”
A palaceborn servant is something special indeed.
“Tell Captain Barkova if anything is inconvenient or needed. Right now, we have to adapt here, so we should use anything without hesitation.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Both the kitchen and dining room were spacious enough to host a banquet for guests.
Quite nice. Riga went back to the corridor with Aldwin and Eliza.
“I need to check the security around here. The second floor has half offices and half private living spaces, and the third floor is all bedrooms and bathrooms. You’d better choose bedrooms yourselves.”
Eliza’s words were just what they needed, without any extras.
“Okay. What should I do?”
As Aldwin nodded and asked, Riga answered.
“You have to hire people.”
“People?”
“Yeah. It’s too much for Martin to manage this place alone. We need a gardener, and a chef, though Martin will do as it’s something we eat. We need another maid for odd jobs. And a laundress too.”
There was no way Ferseita would help with this. They were no different from foreigners who had just moved in. They had to manage on their own.
“So you, in consultation with Captain Barkova, have to recruit people with Martin.”
Riga, having pushed the biggest headache onto Aldwin, went up the stairs. Quite a decent mansion. Great for inviting highranking officials for a party. A house that suited a diplomat’s residence perfectly.
Climbing the ivorycolored staircase, she saw a wide corridor with green plants here and there. And further inside, there was a thick door, and beyond the door was the office where she would work.
“Wow.”
This is more impressive than I thought? An ivory sofa, a fireplace, bookshelves, and a large ivory desk were waiting for her.
Who the hell chose and arranged the furniture? It was so neat yet dignified that it fit perfectly with Rustica’s taste.
It had been too long since she had used such an office. The feeling of the nameless wooden desk under her hands was so thrilling that Rustica ran her hand over the desk before putting down the documents Eliza had given her.
‘I’ll work hard and start the rumor that the Emperor of the Peruseta Empire can’t spoil the nights first.’
That familiar face she encountered at the palace turned out to be Hayden after all. The guy nailed it for her, who had been skeptical, so it was certain.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
