Lady Godeau is a household genius because she pursues efficiency in managing her household.

Of course, she intervened “where it suited her” and delegated the rest to others. Lady Godeau was a highly paid working woman, and, once again, it was because it was more efficient that way. She couldn’t afford to waste energy on tedious tasks that could disrupt her work.

The part she mainly dealt with was the caring aspect. It was enjoyable for her to take care of her naive niece, who only trusted her aunt and worked day and night, along with managing and saving a portion of the salary her diligent niece brought home.

Although it was something she enjoyed, household chores were a labor that went unnoticed.

Efficiency always had to be considered. Therefore, she delegated tasks like laundry and cleaning separately. She usually received bread separately from the bakery she traded with. Jane Tellot, her niece, couldn’t distinguish the taste difference of the bread entering her mouth, but it was a trustworthy place that used only fresh ingredients.

Yes, Lady Godeau had hobbies and skills of secretly orchestrating essential aspects of living that were not perceived with the importance they deserved.

“It’s been a while. Nice to see you again. But, talking about trade conditions, what’s that about?”

She first took care of the greeting that Elija Barkova missed. However, Elija, who didn’t have a particularly friendly relationship with Lady Godeau, got straight to the point.

“If I do something for you that I can do, will you pay for it?”

If she pulled another stunt here, Elija planned to get up right away. But Lady Godeau nodded with folded hands.

“Of course.”

“It’s different from last time.”

“Last time, I think it happened during the phase of getting to know each other.”

Lady Godeau smiled slyly.

“What do you need?”

Anyway, it was Elija’s side that was in a hurry, not Lady Godeau. Both of them were well aware of that fact. Though her taste buds were upset, Elija had to execute the plan since she had eaten Lady Godeau’s heart once.

“I won’t do it right away. I just want one more option.”

“Ah, it’s different from last time.”

“Last time, we were getting to know each other, so to speak.”

Lady Godeau laughed slyly. As she always did, it might have been Elija Barkova’s small hope, or maybe it was directed towards someone other than Elija herself.

“A small and modest hope.”

Lady Godeau smiled slyly. It was probably directed towards someone other than Elija, whoever that might be.

“How much, how far can you go?”

“Barko Vic will be enough to handle one or two things.”

“If it’s two instead of one?”

“That would be a bit much.”

“I see. Understood.”

Elija nodded. It was a natural conversation. It would be harder to handle two than one.

“Is it enough to guarantee a certain level of life if you can handle it?”

Lady Godeau judged that now was the time to do business. People’s interest was piqued when all conditions were laid out properly and in detail.

And the time might not come back if it wasn’t now. Laughter disappeared from her face.

The social circles of Persephone were busy today as well.

In the East, the preparations for the wedding of the acknowledged heir of the Svenya Marquis family, the Viscountess Nola Is, were in full swing. The Eastern newspapers were filled with articles about the dress the bride would wear, the guest list, and the registry for days.
“In short, they’re causing quite a commotion among themselves.”

“They haven’t kicked the bad habit yet.”

“That’s right. It’s as if they’re still acting as kings without an emperor around.”

The more tumultuous, the darker the shadows become. It was an enormous act to attempt an assassination against the emperor who ended the era of the Grand Council. They should stay quiet after committing such an act that would leave a mark in history.

The awakened nobles regarded the Eastern aristocrats as accomplices, and indeed, they were actual accomplices. It was just the Moiquel Ducal family that played the role of the chief of operations.

“They don’t know shame, not at all.”

“I agree. It’s really unbearable! Such childish acts.”

Voices from social gatherings other than the Eastern aristocrats became more agitated and quite loud. Yes, that was good up to that point. The connections that Milene Genesis had cultivated throughout the social circles were solid enough to consider them all on her side.

According to the existing atmosphere, it was time for the Eastern aristocrats, who had received a few beatings from the emperor, and the rising emperor’s faction aristocrats to properly clash.

In fact, the emperor’s faction nobles entrenched in the North and Central regions, knowing this would happen, were sharpening their tongues, planning to host a proper tea party and gathering with new cars and refreshments.

Moi Quifel must have been in a dire situation. They were not even treated as nobles, and those who were trampled by the ‘grand’ nobles gathered together.

But here’s the thing. The Eastern aristocrats took it a step further.

“What?”