Ariadne, having been officially raised in a rural backwater until the age of fifteen, the Latin and arithmetic taught to her were quite basic.
In the midst of her tedious lessons, she pondered over the future.
‘What can I do to avoid my engagement with Cesare and survive?’
Her first thought was to marry another man. But Ariadne soon shook her head.
‘There’s no chance of being married off easily.’
Ariadne was a child who was brought up from the farm to save Isabella from Cesare’s proposal. If she wasn’t going to marry Cesare, there was no use raising her at home.
‘Should I earn money and try to run away? They say that in the northern Porto Republic, gold is king regardless of titles.’
But money came from land, and Ariadne, a girl without a title, couldn’t make the initial capital or increase it. It was a time when only noble men with land and serfs could have money and power because commerce was not sufficiently developed.
‘…A happy ending where he falls in love with me wouldn’t happen.’
Being engaged to Cesare, having him cherish her and getting married, and being crowned as queen… that sweet kind of life.
Ariadne shook her head. She wasn’t so naive. And above all,
‘I’ll make him pay.’
A betrayal that happened once cannot be forgiven without retribution.
Cesare de Como, who piled up sweet promises for 14 years, and cruelly abandoned Ariadne in the end for her beautiful sister.
Isabella de Mare, who took Ariadne’s life as she became a threat, treated her from beginning to end as her own accessory without any familial affection, let alone human conscience.
And Cardinal de Mare, who, as a father, should protect and care for his child, only treated Ariadne as a chess piece for the children born of his relationship with Lucrezia.
“I won’t let it go.”
“Ariadne, concentrate.”
At her unintentional vow, the strawberrynosed Giovanni scolded her by hitting the desk with his wooden stick.
“If you’re dumb, at least work hard.”
It was an utterly unfair remark. In her past life, Ariadne had written various official documents in Latin as the actual wife of the Grand Duke, and the learning materials that Giovanni brought were very basic.
auctor
“What does this word mean?”
“It means founder, author.”
Giovanni’s brow furrowed.
officium
“And this word?”
“It means duty, obligation.”
As Ariadne correctly answered his questions, Giovanni seemed upset. Ariadne glanced at Giovanni and asked calmly.
“Teacher, must the word ‘divitiae’ always be used as a feminine noun? Isn’t there a way to refer to it neutrally?”
“Stop talking nonsense and memorize the words. ‘Wealth, property, treasure’ is always feminine, when did it become accusative! Stupid.”
The accusative of divitiae was divitiis. There was no doubt that Giovanni was a man who just roughly memorized Latin words, and was utterly blind when it came to sentence structure.
Ariadne decided to provoke him once.
“Teacher, will you continue teaching even after my sisters return in a month?”
Giovanni was taken aback.
“I will teach for a month. After that time, I have to go and play in San Carlo with the money I earned.”
‘He’s not from here.’
A faint Southern accent could be detected from his tone.
“It seems you earn a lot. If you’re teaching the Cardinal’s daughters, you must be reputable, and the pay for a tutor must be considerable.”
She simply flattered him, but Giovanni immediately began to brag. There was no doubt that he was not normally a man who received respect.
“When I go back home, this will be a credential and work will come in. I’ll get some treatment when I go out. You don’t know because you’re an uncultured girl. It’s even worth going to the Cortesan in Carampan.”
At Giovanni’s boasting, Ariadne frowned. As expected, he was not a person who lived his life properly. Carampan was the name of a redlight district, and Cortesan was a term used to refer to highclass prostitutes.
It didn’t matter if she spent 10 Ducats (approximately ten million Won) to play with Karampan Cortijan for a night. Even if they were daughters of the Cardinal, it wasn’t an amount to pay to a beginner Latin teacher.
“You’re really amazing, teacher. Very cool.”
Suppressing her disgust, Ariadne pretended not to understand, feigning a naive gaze of admiration as she looked up at Teacher Giovanni.
Being young was truly useful. If an adult had made such a face, they would have been chastised for hypocrisy.
[This is the time separator]The evening meal at Cardinal de Mare’s residence was unlike usual.
Isabella, whose ankle hadn’t yet healed, ate separately in her room. Arabella was convalescing, and the eldest son of this house, Ippolito, was studying abroad. No children remained at the dining table.
Lucrezia usually kept her place, but today she ate separately, complaining of illness.
In short, it was a perfect opportunity for a solo meal.
Clink clink.
Only the sound of dishes echoed, and the evening table was quiet. Cardinal de Mare showed no particular interest in Ariadne.
Ariadne was the first to speak.
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