“The profit per item may decrease, but this is a completely new market. Secure the de Mare family as a steady client and penetrate other noble families. I’ll facilitate a few things. I think this is more suitable for the Marini family than the tailor shop.”

She got up from the shabby guest room of Razione Tailor Shop and put on her coat.

“Contact me when you have decided.”

Mrs. Marini gave a positive reply the next evening.

These days, Isabella woke up late, occupied a spot in the girls’ parlor, and read ‘Stories of the City Ladies’ while grumbling.

‘Stories of the City Ladies’ was a collection of biographies of great women in history, writing about their noble deeds, their good deeds, their traces left in history, how to live, and whether the virtue of women is the same as that of men or not. It was a book that reached over 800 pages.

Isabella tried to complain with affection to Cardinal de Mare to let her stop reading, but she read the book with a curse in her mouth, silenced by the Cardinal’s threat that if she didn’t like the reading response, she might like copying.

Since being scolded and shocked by Ariadne, Isabella has been practicing cursing.

It was questionable what Isabella was learning from the act of cursing with her mouth and reading the biography to cultivate the correct attitude with her eyes, but at least writing the reading response had the effect of confining Isabella to the parlor for half the day.

Arabella was the one who made a mess. Arabella had fun rummaging through Isabella’s belongings while Isabella was stuck in the parlor upstairs.

Isabella had a lot of interesting things. Especially noteworthy was Isabella’s vanity. There were various cosmetics and strange tools, and what Arabella found today was a partial wig.

“Crazy!”

To make her hair look more voluminous, Isabella used to fix the blonde human hair, braided to the thickness of a finger, at the root of her hair.

Arabella’s hair color was exactly the same as Isabella’s, so the partial wig for Isabella fit Arabella as if it was made for her.

The root of the partial wig had an iron clasp attached to it, which, despite its rigid appearance, bent and straightened well.

“Hmm, this is interesting?”

After bending and straightening the silver iron clasp once or twice to get used to it, Arabella tried on Isabella’s partial wig, looked at her swollen hair, which looked like she had put a mop on her head, in the mirror, and sang a happy song.

It was a strange thing that looked solid but was very soft when touched.

While Isabella was suffering under the biography, Arabella, who had fun, carefully removed Isabella’s partial wig and put it back in its original place, committed a complete crime, and left Isabella’s room leisurely.

In recent days, a lot of letters have arrived at the de Mare family. Most of the letters were pleas from various people of the de Rossi family to Lucrezia.

The first letter of protest about Janovi’s punishment came from his father, Stefano.

They sent a person whose body, which had received forty whip punishments and even had the tendons of his limbs severed, to the southern region on a single horse, so it was fortunate that he survived.

Due to the severe infection from the whip lashings, her hips that were stuck on the horse were so damaged they were left disabled and crippled.

A letter of coercion arrived from Lucrezia’s older sister, demanding why no living expenses were coming, and after that, a letter of appeal came from Lucrezia’s elderly mother.

The contents of the appeal letter initially asked if they did not feel pity for the disabled slave, and asked to purchase a village to take care of the slave who had become disabled, but soon changed to stating they did not even have a single potato to eat and die, asking for the living expenses for themselves.

About three weeks more passed, and finally, a cursed letter arrived from Lucrezia’s old father, stating that she was a truly ungrateful wench who abandoned her family, and she would burn in the deepest ninth layer of hell for traitors, so she should eat well and live well alone.

Judging by the frequency of the letters, it seemed the de Rossi family had no savings. It was a matter of seeing how long Lucrezia could hold out.

The letters that Ariadne received were more cheerful. Count Cesare sent a red rose as a token of courtesy, asking if things had been resolved, along with a finely decorated letter of greeting, and a finely crafted deer leather horse saddle.

“Due to someone, I won’t be able to help you for two months because of a broken arm, so use a good horse saddle so you don’t get caught on the saddle,” was also included.

“(Tactics)… and if a scar remains on your face, you must be responsible for me.

Count Cesare de Como.”

Ariadne smirked and told the servant to put away the horse saddle. The servant’s eyes widened at her first acceptance.