Heidegger recalled the last 12th Festival, which was quite some time ago.
At that age, Casus was thirteen, and Leo was still a baby.
The last 12th Festival was not a pleasant memory for Heidegger.
It was because his wife had died shortly after giving birth to Leo.
The period coincided with the 12th Festival, and Heidegger had significantly scaled it down.
Originally, the Duke should have gone around various villages in his fief to give words of encouragement to the people.
Heidegger, unable to overcome his sorrow of losing his wife, omitted all of it.
The people of the duchy, who had high hopes for the oncein12years 12th Festival, were considerably disappointed at the time.
Heidegger, for his part, immersed himself even more in his work to shake off the sorrow.
But now, having come across the word ‘festival’ again,
Unpleasant memories that he had forgotten surfaced, and Heidegger felt uneasy.
(This is a time marker.)
Kesha was constantly admiring as she combed Atia’s hair.
“How can our lady’s hair be as silky as this?”
Atia’s fine silver hair flowed down smoothly without any tangles.
Kesha wore an admiring expression as she compared it with her broomlike hair.
“Thank you for the compliment, Kesha. You’re beautiful too.”
“No, I’m just a broom.”
Kesha mumbled in a subdued voice.
Atia quirked her eyes and jokingly said,
“Well, that’s good, we’ll save on the cost of a broom. Nice.”
“Oh, my lady!”
Kesha responded, pretending to be sulky at Atia’s joke.
“Haha! Don’t pluck out my hair.”
“How could I ever do that?”
Just then, Kesha’s eyes widened as if something had occurred to her.
“Oh right! My lady, do you know?”
“Huh?”
“The 12th Festival is less than a month away!”
Atia raised her eyebrows.
“The 12th Festival?”
“Oh, you didn’t know.”
Many elements had to appear in the novel, after all.
Atia was pondering when a line from flashed across her mind.
With the word ‘festival’.
Ah, it did come up briefly in the novel, that festival.
But pretending to know here would be even weirder, right?
Atia decided it was better to act as if she was hearing it for the first time.
“Huh? I don’t know.”
“Seeing as you’re from the south, it makes sense you wouldn’t know. It’s a festival that only happens once every 12 years in Wellington Duchy.”
Kesha rolled her eyes as she recalled old times.
“I think it happened when I was very young… My memory is a bit fuzzy. But my mother said it’s the biggest festival in the duchy.”
“Really?”
“Yes, everyone is looking forward to that day.”
“What happens during the festival?”
Atia blinked and asked.
“Um, as far as I know, they set off fireworks and dance.”
“Oh.”
“But I heard that the 12th Festival held when I was a child wasn’t very enjoyable.”
“Uh? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know the details, but it was because the late Duchess passed away at the time…”
Kesha trailed off and closed her mouth.
“Oh, I apologize. I misspoke…”
Kesha lightly slapped her mouth and shut her eyes tight.
Atia recalled a passage she had skimmed over.
During the 12th Festival 12 years ago,
The late Duke Heidegger was buried in the sorrow of losing his wife.
As a result, he had significantly scaled down the highly anticipated 12th Festival, earning the ire of the people who had waited for it for 12 years.
And this festival was also an important event that celebrated the abundance and peace of Wellington Duchy in the north.
‘Hmm, what happened in the original work during this year’s 12th Festival.’
Atia rolled her eyes, trying to remember.
In the novel, Heidegger wasn’t present at this festival, and Casus managed it alone.
Traveling around various villages in the duchy and interacting with the people was also a part of the festival.
But even that wasn’t very smooth.
‘Ah, right! In the original, he loses his fortune around this time due to a bad land investment.’
The discontent of the duke’s subjects had already been significant at the festival 12 years ago.
Having lost much of his fortune, Casus could hardly pay attention to the festival.
Preoccupied with pressing matters at hand, Casus, as the Duke of Wellington, once again disappoints the expectations of his subjects.
Crucially,
The failure of the 12th festival later worked in favor of the royal family.
Because it gave them a chance to more easily tarnish Casus’s reputation.
“It’s done, ma’am.”
Kesha pointed to the mirror after finishing Atia’s hair.
“Please look in the mirror, ma’am. How is it? I added a red ribbon as an accent today.”
A long high ponytail of silver hair was adorned with a charming red ribbon.
Atia shook her head side to side, examining her reflection in the mirror.
“What’s this… it seems like it will dangle every time I move.”
“Well, that’s why I picked a small one, ma’am.”
Kesha always felt a sense of regret looking at Atia, who wore no jewelry.
With such striking beauty, why wouldn’t she adorn herself?
Kesha was curious how Atia would look in an elegant dress adorned with lavish jewelry like other nobles.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
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