The Flower Dances and the Wind Sings

72.

At the message that his father was calling, Vicente changed his clothes and left his room.

On his way to the study, Vicente saw someone and became convinced of what the situation was about. It was the attendant who accompanied him to Lady Garten’s Coming-of-Age party. Vicente wasn’t even bothered. Considering how big the issue was, it was a matter of time before his father knew.

Soon he reached the study. The servant who was waiting announced Vicente’s arrival and opened the door.

“Did you call for me?”

“Sit down,” Harsen motioned to Vicente to sit across from the study table.

Vicente complied as soon as he entered. He sat down straight in a neat posture and lowered his gaze.

Leaning in his chair, Harsen studied Vicente. “You did something that was unlike you.”

A low voice was heard by Vicente.

It was not to blame him, but a tone you’d hear in daily life.

“I’m ashamed.”

“The reason?”

The first reason is that Duke Garten’s eyes bothered me. It was a very personal criterion.

Vicente knew very well that he had no excuse for his actions. Since their side was the one who made excuses, they couldn’t officially hold House Garten accountable.

“There’s none. I just didn’t think things through.”

Vicente did not pose any lame excuses. He simply admitted that he was responsible for everything. That’s how he was taught, that’s how he was raised.

“You must know very well how much that carelessness had hurt your mother’s pride.”

“...I apologize for being inadequate.”

Harsen also gave Vicente no chance to make excuses. He pushed a glass to him, cutting through Vicente’s apology. At that Vicente noticed the rum and wine glasses prepared on the table.

“I’m fin—”

“Have a drink.”

“...Yes.”

He didn’t enjoy drinking. Especially getting drunk in front of his father. He hated even imagining it and so tried to refuse, but it was hard for Vicente to refuse Harsen’s imposing order to drink.

A translucent brown liquid flowed into the glass that Vicente politely received. The strong alcoholic smell was quite intense; Vicente just sighed quietly.

“Did the Gartens’ daughter offend you?”

Harsen emptied his glass.

“No.” Vicente also emptied his glass after answering. His eyebrows frowned from the burning sensation in his throat beyond the bitter taste. In the midst of his pain, his glass was refilled.

“I...”

Vicente thought of stopping Harsen who was about to pour himself another drink.

“If so, do you dislike her appearance to the point of acting so inappropriately?”

Vicente looked at Harsen in surprise. It was an uncharacteristically crafted question.

“...I don’t judge people by that.”

“It seemed important to your mother.” Harsen smiled softly and tilted his glass.

“That’s true, but...” Vicente couldn’t deny it. Rather, it was amazing that Ercella could confide such things to Harsen without reserve.

Was it not hard for Mother with his temperament? Vicente couldn’t tell even though he was his father.

“To me, a person’s appearance doesn’t hold much importance.”

Vicente did not expect to have such a conversation with his father and drank alcohol out of awkwardness. The bitterness disturbed his mouth.

“Then what do you value?”

He was in a bind this time. Harsen was never curious about Vicente’s thoughts. Their conversation was as simple as giving and receiving orders. This kind of discussion was a first.

So Vicente felt hesitant to answer questions that could have been answered immediately had someone else asked.

“Winning people’s hearts.”

Perhaps it was an unexpected answer, Harsen stopped pouring alcohol and stared at Vicente.

Vicente said without averting his eyes, “I know the weight of being Father’s successor who will rule over Bernhardt. A lord is responsible for everything that goes on in his estate.”

“...”

“Not only should he enrich the land, but also make sure that the young people do not starve from poverty and freeze to death in the cold, that the classes with lower authority do not feel wronged as a result of unfair rulings and must not be sacrificed for personal greed. If I can save a life from unnecessary death by bending my back to the king, I will do so.”

In truth, it did not befit a ruler to say that he would bow to his superiors for his subordinates. You could show kindness, but it must not compromise your authority. It probably wasn’t the answer his father wanted. Nevertheless, for the first time, Vicente had revealed his thoughts without making any kind of adjustments.

“When power corrupts, its stench comes up through the crack, no matter how hard you try to hide it. If you forsake morality, you will never be able to walk on the right path again. Anyone who doesn’t value his people will pay the price sooner or later. He’ll always be drunk on power. He’ll hold onto fake allegiances for the sake of benefits. Such a powerful man will take his power for granted.”

“...”

“So even though I’m strong now, someday I might spill the wrong blood with my sword, and I think I already see signs of it. I know I’ll be an imperfect ruler. I may fall for temptation, I may listen only to sweet-talk, or I may lose my judgment.”

“...”

“That is why I need people. I need people to protect Bernhardt so that I can not be shaken, so that I can not be unjust, and so that I can be perfect. And I will do my best to win their hearts.”

“How?”

“It’s so easy to abandon a person, like the wine that will spill if the glass was flipped right now, but winning a person is as difficult as filling the glass with spilled wine.”

He stared at the eyes of the boy who looked like him. As if not looking at his eyes, but within.

“So, are you chasing after your mother to win her heart?”

“I can’t turn my back on him because of that, damn it!” Unlike the gentle smile on Caron’s face, his voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. The room became solemn. The Count, a close confidant of the Marquis, couldn’t have not known how the queen was treated in the palace.

The king would often insult the queen because he was unable to forget his past lover.

It was said that the queen’s favorite lady-in-waiting was taken away in front of her eyes and made to serve the king at night.

When the queen miscarried, the king would ridicule her by calling her sterile and even humiliate her in front of the maids.

With how terrible the king treated the queen, it was fortunate that not much of it leaked outside the palace walls.

In order to protect Eshahilde, Caron did everything to rise in power, even if it meant using his younger sister’s marriage to rise to his current position despite the heavy scorn he received from the veteran politicians in the political arena. But now that the queen was dead, his lord might find it all for naught.

“But still, it’s dangerous to carry Bernhardt in this situation. It won’t collapse easily because of its extensive history, but if you cut off early anything that’ll harm us...”

“Let’s wait and see for now. After all, a person’s heart can change at any moment.”

Caron hoped that Ercella would have a change of heart. It was easier that way, no doubt.

“But, do you have a way of divorcing them? If Bernhardt doesn’t let her go, that will be the end of it.”

There was no proper reason for the divorce; he couldn’t simply go and get it approved by the court. Furthermore, the opposite party was Bernhardt. It was a difficult family for Visaride to deal with. But Caron was relaxed without a sign of concern.

“Don’t worry about that. It may be difficult, but it’s not impossible,” Caron somewhat mocked himself.

After using Bernhardt the way it was used, the thought of throwing them away now seemed comical to him. But he didn’t want to be bitten. It was still the best choice.

* * *

Long ago Caron said this:

‘Oh, that old man? He has a knack for getting on people’s nerves. He’s rash but quite crafty, so he’s terribly annoying. I hope we never bump into each other in the next life.’

At this moment, Ercella couldn’t help but deeply agree with that statement. She looked up at the ‘things’ in front of her. Before even the dew on the grass melted and vanished into the sun, a letter and a gift were sent from Garten, claiming that they were heartfelt sentiments of the Duchess. Ercella opened the letter and read it.

[To Duchess Bernhardt,

As I reflect on my behavior the other night, I believe I overdid it out of love for my daughter. I regret not being able to deal with it maturely. I’m deeply sorry for my unreasonable and shameless demand. I am sending you a small gift as a token of my sincerity.

-Remia Garten.]

Ercella put the letter on the table and looked at the brilliant silver coronet next to it. She could not hide her reluctance when she found out that the coronet1 belonged to Queen Isabella Garten.

‘Why this...’

No, I think I kind of get the point. It would be a token of apology for her hasty request for Edelian’s necklace that day. Payback for the disrespect of asking for a family treasure with a family treasure.

‘Was it the Duke?’

Ercella guessed who was behind this. Duchess Garten wasn’t so bright to do this. Aside from that, considering that the Duchess wasn’t in a position to send the treasure of Garten without permission, it was highly likely that Duke Garten intervened.

“Tell him I received it well and thank him,” hiding her anger, Ercella spoke to the servant from Garten who had been waiting.

“I’m glad you like it, Duchess. I’ll let my Lord know that you received it, then.”

When the servant left, Lianne and Adora got close to Ercella. Looking at the coronet with large and small jewels, Lianne asked Adora, “Lady Adora, is it common for nobles to send each other such valuable gifts?” Lianne was surprised by the sheer size of the gift.

“N-not at all, Lianne. I’ve never seen a queen’s coronet before.”

However, Adora was no different.

“Madam, are you displeased?” Adora glanced at Ercella’s mood. “Why?”

Although she said that she was happy, Ercella’s lips were clearly crooked. Her mood wasn’t as refreshing as she looked. Inwardly, Ercella hoped that Duchess Garten’s rage would take over and make it as if the engagement never happened, but it seems she couldn’t be that lucky.

He even sent a queen’s coronet. Ercella was speechless by the Duke’s shrewdness. It was not just a treasure, it was the queen’s treasure. Since when did the exchanges between dukes become so grandiose?

‘But I can’t just cancel the engagement from this side...’

She had no proper justification. While it was true that Duchess Garten was excessive, public opinion would develop against Ercella because of the previous nature of her relationship with Vicente. If the engagement got canceled due to such reasons, they would become a stumbling block in Vicente’s search for another marriage partner.

There was no family that could refuse Bernhardt, but Ercella did not want to give Vicente any more flaws. Furthermore, Garten sent such a huge gift, so she could not use what happened at the Coming-of-Age party as an excuse.

‘It’s not easy.’

Moreover, Harsen did not seem to want to break up the engagement, so she had no reason to. Ercella felt that there was something more complex between Duke Garten and Harsen than she assumed.

What is it? Ercella wanted to ask but she could only sigh because if he wanted to tell her he would’ve on the day of the fight.

“Lianne, tell Clifton to put it in the storage.”

“You won’t try it? It would look good on you.”

As Lianne muttered in disappointment, Ercella shrugged playfully.

“Yes, it’ll rot in the basement for the rest of its life.”

Adora let out a chuckle, knowing it was Ercella’s petty way of revenge. “Can’t be helped if Her Grace says so.”

Unaware of the situation, Lianne went out with the jewel box, wondering what Adora was talking about.

Adora expressed concern about Ercella’s low spirits, “Are you worried?”

“Just...wondering if I’m being too stubborn.”

Even though she said she would respect Vicente’s decision, she wasn’t so sure. She wondered if Vicente would be happy if he married Olivia.

‘Fortunately, it’s just an engagement.’

“Since it’s an engagement, they’ll have time to get to know each other.”

“Right,” Adora replied, recalling Kayron Dartner. Although he was a gentleman, she didn’t have a spoonful of sugar’s worth of affection for him.

“They say if you see someone often, you’ll develop affection for them. Don’t worry too much, Your Grace.” But of course Adora thought inwardly that the longer she spent time with Kayron Dartner, the more she’d lose affection for him, but it was not difficult for her to hide her inner feelings.

Ercella smiled and thanked Adora for her comforting words.

“I should get up now.”

She stretched herself up straight. It was going to be a long day.

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