Precisely, until it seemed reasonable to suspect that this , which suddenly appeared, was created by Yvain Feliesse.

“It’s absurd!”

Finally, when he read the passage that the Feliesse Viscount, Yvain, was inquiring about regular deliveries to the capital’s noble district through the Leve Upper, he threw the newspaper away.

‘Yvain. There’s only Yvain Feliesse… Yvain Feliesse.’

Noble upper levels operate their own businesses, sharing only precious items among themselves. They only support or invest in separate upper levels operated by commoners.

Although the Leve Viscount operates such items, selling them as products that make money, is there really no connection with Yvain Feliesse?
‘When did that high-nosed Leve Viscount research and create such a potion? It’s unthinkable!’

Garrett Feliesse, who exploded in anger and drank cold water, walked around the reception room, stepping on the thrown newspaper. Suddenly, he glared at Priscilla, who was happily reading a paper.

“Why on earth did I give all that?”

While compiling the list, Garrett Feliesse himself thought, ‘Even if a bride from a great family comes, I can’t give this much, really.’ The demands he confidently made while writing the list were excessive. Naturally, the groom’s side had to send someone, and Count Feliesse was about to use force to demand that if he couldn’t provide this much dowry, he should send Yvain back and ask for a divorce.

“If your wife is lovely, it’s common for the man to bow to the in-laws.”

Priscilla replied with a smile, her mouth still hanging open.

After Yvain left, the empty barn, as if cursed, became packed. Priscilla, who momentarily halted the humiliation of polishing her husband or borrowing money by selling Prince Volonico’s name to her in-laws at Felte Company, was in a state of suspended animation.

The remaining bitterness was so deadly, but Baron Feliesse yelled at his wife, who was laughing without a care in the world.

“Oh. So, Yvain settled down with that thing?”

“I’ll let it go if you stop. Well, it’s quite……. You, too, with that half-and-half face, always welcomed guests well, didn’t you, putting on airs.”

“So. Has that monster, the Pestilent Prince, stopped his crazy antics now, and did Yvain settle for that?”

“Between men and women, it’s all like that, you know. What. If it was something predictable, who would read poetry, novels, or enjoy watching plays? Look at us. I, who was a nobleman without any status, and you, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, met, got married, and now live making money and holding status. You never know. Perhaps Yvain, that scared girl with too many fears, acted like a hundred-year-old fox in front of a man. Remember when she left, finding her way to live and never looking back. That cunning girl.”

“The Pestilent Prince was once engaged to that Aresta Duchess! Can you imagine how high the eyes of the one who sees are? Moreover, the girls who went into that ominous mansion to inquire about a job, were they only sent from the palace? There are people with eyes!”

“Anyway, it’s fortunate that it turned out like this. What are you complaining about? Thanks to this dowry, how much our situation has improved. It’s much better than giving nothing, right.”

Priscilla smiled with a satisfied expression, looking at the rings sparkling on her fingers.

As Yvain left, it seemed as if he had poured out a curse. The pouring gold was the reward for that.
She was about to leave the house somewhat resentfully at this point, pretending to forgive her husband’s nephew, who had caused trouble.

“Regina is getting along well with Prince 1, and Frederick is about to graduate from the military academy. Now that our warehouse is filled enough to live without worries for several years, let’s prepare a dowry to be presented to the royal family when Regina gets married. Let’s gather the money and resources.”

“Are you still dreaming like that?”

Count Feliesse frowned deeply and laughed contemptuously, as if saying it was pathetic.

It is true that the situation has improved with that unreasonable dowry.

They no longer have to see the embarrassing in-laws or contact his wife, who has been sending and receiving letters. Now they can pay a little more attention to Regina’s debutante season. Also, they don’t need to withdraw their eldest son, who is decent at martial arts, from the military academy, where substantial tuition is required.

Moreover, the money has not been wasted on useless things, as they can proudly showcase the research achievements in good medicine demanded by the high-ranking nobles who pestered them to show how well they manage their money.

However, what he truly desired was not the immediate sight of the spread-out gold, but the golden eggs that the goose, Yvain Feliesse, would lay.

As long as Yvain was confined to the adjacent room, everything was in his hands.

The appropriate male from an appropriate family that could bring a fiefdom as a groom dowry for Regina and the gold that could marry Regina to the right man. The gold that could bring a nobleman’s daughter as a bride dowry for Frederick when he officially graduated from the military academy and later became Count Feliesse.

With Yvain, these were not unrealistic wishes.