Anyway, these noble young ladies wouldn’t have a chance to see the Fallen Prince.

Regina, instead of the shocking beauty of the Fallen Prince’s half-face, began to enthusiastically unfold her imagination about the concealed half-face.

Every few hours, some strange pus would rise, and something seemed to support the chin. Upon closer inspection, a sticky, discolored pus, like dirty dishwater, was contained.

Naturally, it emitted a disgusting smell, and her pitiful cousin had to endure it while occasionally grinding the vessel containing the pus. So said the exaggerated stories that added imagination to the symptoms of the precious patients seeking Feliese.

Regina reveled in the explosive reactions as she described the Fallen Prince in a repulsive manner. The young ladies’ interest was not in how sinister the Fallen Prince was.

“Would my poor cousin have tried such a difficult thing? She was the child for whom placing a handkerchief on her father’s behalf in this beautiful mansion was the most difficult thing in a day.”

“Are you really having the remedy there? What about the maids?”

“The Black Mansion is huge, and even if they were ignorant commoners, it’s a difficult place to enter and work. The maids’ attire was shabby, and they were scarce. I don’t know if there was anyone capable. Since he was famous for being rough, who could handle it?”

“But you see.”

When Lady Celestina imagined the terrible remedy with a pitiful face, the young lady who liked gossip slipped in a sly remark.

“According to what I heard from my father, there’s a rumor that both of them have beautiful golden hair. It’s the first time the Fallen Prince has proven it during the nocturnal celebration, and even at the marriage anniversary party where only his close associates were invited, the two were…”

Regina twisted her eyebrows and lips at the same time, scratching her face with forced sympathy.

“Oh. Poor thing. Is having beautiful golden hair really a good thing?”

A strong sense of disgust appeared on some of the young ladies’ faces. Regina raised her eyebrows in a displeasing manner and laughed as if it were disgusting.

Yuan Feliese, without a distinguished lineage, on the bleak corridors. In contrast, Regina Feliese, the only daughter of the current Count Feliese, basking in the attention of Prince Boronico. Among these young ladies who would lead the social circles in the future, it was obvious who would sympathize, feel superior, and want to bring someone into their group.

Even though it was said that Yuan Feliese would never come out into society.

“Why do you keep talking about nonsense?”

“Regina is doing well on her own, so don’t bother talking nonsense.”

“Just one verse would be nice. What will happen to our dignity if you keep talking like that? Doesn’t it seem like Yuan is being sold?”
“You were sold, weren’t you, for nothing. Sent to the Black Mansion as proof of loyalty to the royal family?”

Sold my foot.

The count, who sent his niece, the family’s asset, to the Black Mansion without receiving a penny of bribery, did not agree with his wife’s words at all.

Priscilla, looking through the reception room gap, chuckled while stealing glances at the chattering girls.

“Stop looking for that Yuan woman. Now, watch over our daughter, who will be the foundation of this house. Look at her. Even among the elite ladies, she doesn’t lose her elegance at all. She’s the most beautiful.”

“Please watch your mouth. What kind of countess talks like that? If you talk like that in front of others, you might be labeled as a merchant’s daughter again…”

“You do well. I’ll somehow reconcile with my family this time. What’s the use of being a noble with no money? Ha. If Regina does well, there won’t be any worries about the household business, right?”

Watching Regina, who had been a noble girl since she was born, skillfully engaging in conversations with others, Priscilla was moved and signaled to her distant attendant.

The attendant nodded quietly.

The count had planted people in the northwest where the Black Mansion was. Now, they were the ones who used up all the emergency funds for Prince Boronico’s name.

“I can’t give up Yuan.”

He was using Regina to get through the current crisis, but he didn’t even think that Regina could capture Boronico, whom even the Duchess Ariesta couldn’t captivate.

Now, the golden couple’s gossip didn’t even spread in the Black Mansion.

Yuan, who mingled with the procession to fetch water from morning, seemed to have bottled up the pain alone, having experienced it by force. The common graveyard seemed suitable.

The maids who stood by her side also went back to their chores by the well if she said she was going to pray in the church.

It was also a time when she could be alone.

Lanslet, who had gone to the Black Mansion early in the morning, spoke to Clad, who was watching Yuan and the procession of servants through the window.