Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 33: [] A Gathering of Price Gougers

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Adrien had agreed to pretend to be in a romantic relationship with Roardnes. Aside from her revenge against Noébian, she needed to live her life as Blier now. It was time to leave behind the days when she was bedridden and couldn't even swallow food fed to her by others. She was grateful for this moment when she could actually do something for someone.

With a soft knock, Yona entered the room, as she did every evening, carrying a tray filled with various herbs and oils. Adrien, who had been holding her breath, relaxed and turned her gaze towards her. Yona, whose job was to take care of the beautiful mistress every evening, entered as always. Adrien, casually lounging on the long couch, opened her mouth, pretending to be serious as she watched Yona mix the essential oils.

"Yona, have you ever been in love?"

"Y-yes?"

Yona, who was not yet an adult, blushed quickly.

"What do lovers do?"

"Well, wouldn't the mistress know better than me?"

Yona replied smartly while mixing the powder to apply to her mistress's hair.

"That's true, I guess."

In the eyes of the servants, she must have been seen as a great seductress who had charmed the iron-willed Duke.

"I'm curious about what ordinary lovers do."

"It sounds a bit odd to say that the Grand Duke and the mistress have an ordinary relationship..."

Seeing Yona's cute expression, Adrien felt a little calmer. She couldn't remember how many years it had been. People thought of Adrien Swan Pireta as an iron-willed statesman and the woman Noébian Trovica had fallen in love with at first sight, but that wasn't the reality. Adrien and Noébian had a very long relationship that no one knew about. At the royal academy for him, and at the ordinary academy for her. They first met in the library, one of the few spaces shared by the two academies, and they constantly exchanged letters, understanding each other and sharing their feelings. He filled in the gaps she lacked, and she filled in his. They relied on each other, and at some point, they even imagined a future together. They were so young that they didn't even know it was love back then, and they exchanged letters diligently. She realized it was love when she told Bianca that she had someone she liked around the time of her debutante ball. Bianca told her that what she had was love! Although they hadn't actually seen each other face to face, they had exchanged countless letters. When she actually met Noébian at the debutante ball, he looked exactly as she had imagined. Was this also ordinary love?

"Well, I've heard that noble people are curious about what ordinary people do in relationships."

"Uh, uh-huh."

Adrien quickly came to her senses and looked at Yona who was deep in thought. To make her pretense of a relationship with Roardnes seem real enough to upset Noébian, she needed to know exactly what ordinary lovers did. Yona continued, applying the mixed potion to her hair.

"I think it's common for lovers to give each other things they want to do or give. Do you want to give the Grand Duke a gift?"

"Ah, a gift!"

Adrien clapped her hands unconsciously.

"Yes, I should give him a gift!"

Things she wanted to do for her lover, things she wanted to give him. Those things were clear in her mind.

'I hope there's something I can do for you.'

She had always thought that way about Noébian. She wanted to see the man she loved smile and be happy because of her. As she received care from Yona, Adrien began to write down the ideas that popped into her head. Things she couldn't do with Noébian before, and things she would never be able to do with him. Things that would definitely upset Noébian if she did them with Roardnes.

"Mistress, what's all this?"

"Things I wanted to do for my lover."

"Um..."

Yona, who had finished her work and was wiping her hands on her apron, looked at the list.

"Oh, this one's good."

"Which one?"

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Adrien's eyes lit up.

"It's Chocolate Day tomorrow. This one that says 'make cookies together'. We can make them for you tomorrow morning and you can take them. You're going to the Grand Duke's on the second day of your birthday, right? If you give them to him then, it might be a unique experience."

"No, read it carefully. It says 'make them together'!"

"You... you're going to make them yourself? Why?"

Yona's unfamiliar gaze was now quite familiar to Adrien. After all, the real Blier would have preferred to have someone else bake the cookies. Adrien felt a little excited at the thought of actually doing something she had always imagined.

"I'm healthy enough to make cookies myself...!"

Yona grinned, matching her mistress's excited expression. "Yes, she's incredibly healthy!"

"Great, please tell her I said thank you."

Adrien lay on her bed, her heart pounding as she watched Yona leave. It was time to start spreading rumors about Blier Acacia in the social circles and gossip columns. Would she and Roardnes, who already had a reputation as a playboy, be involved in a scandalous affair? To be seen as more than just another woman he had a fling with, they needed something different. If a mistress he had tried so hard to hide kept appearing in the gossip, Noébian would undoubtedly try to hide her in his territory. Perhaps he would even bring her into the dukedom sooner rather than later. That was the kind of man Noébian was, as far as Adrien knew. As her thoughts drifted to Noébian, the excitement she had felt about being healthy and doing something faded slightly.

"I didn't expect him to agree so easily."

Her goal was to provoke Noébian and enter the dukedom as soon as possible, not after some arbitrary amount of time. She wanted to know why and how he had killed her. And she needed to search for any information that could bring him down. She also had a new, small wish: to help Roardnes live a new life without so much pain.

"He's a grateful person."

Such a beautiful and grateful person who remembered Adrien so fondly. Adrien went to the manor's library and searched for a baking book. With a renewed sense of purpose, she felt excited about being healthy and doing something for someone she cared about. She pushed thoughts of Noébian, who had darkened her heart, out of her mind. She decided to focus on strengthening her bond with Roardnes and achieving her goals.

Marje watched the busy mistress of the manor with a bored expression. The countess, who had gone to the early morning market with several maids, was now in the kitchen, kneading dough and looking completely out of place. Considering how she used to fuss over even the smallest stain on her clothes, it was strange to see her covered in flour, teaching the maids how to bake cookies.

"What on earth is she up to now?"

Just as the maids finished baking the cookies and cheered, Blier Acacia, covered in soot from the oven, exclaimed, "I made it... I made them!"

"No, no, we made them! Thank you. We couldn't have done it so quickly without you."

"I didn't know the mistress was so skilled!"

"That's right, you barely made any mistakes. You should open a bakery!"

'Oh dear,' Marje thought. It was inappropriate to say such things to one's mistress. She shook her head at the young maids who didn't seem to understand that complimenting their mistress on her cooking skills was not a compliment. As she watched Blier, who was beaming, Marje nodded politely.

'Huh?'

"Marje, Marje, you try one first."

'Poison. It must be poison.' Or perhaps a laxative! Although her mind was telling her that, she couldn't say no to Blier's bright smile.

"Me?"

"Yes. We've been eating a lot while baking, so you can give us the most accurate review."

Oh dear. What if this was a trap? Maybe she was trying to poison her for scolding her about her cleaning the other day! With a heavy heart, Marje picked up a warm, heart-shaped cookie.

"Please try it, head maid!"

"Marje, hurry up!"

'I wonder if I should have been stricter with her cleaning.'

Despite her doubts, she took a bite. The butter was so fragrant it almost made her forget her suspicions.

"How is it, Marje?"

"Oh..."

It was the most delicious cookie she'd ever tasted. It was rare to have the opportunity to eat cookies made with such high-quality ingredients. Usually, she could only sneak a bite of leftovers from parties. The buttery aroma that filled her mouth and the rich chocolate that melted on her tongue made her eyes widen.

"You could open a bakery."

"Wow!"

"See, Mistress! You really have a talent!"

"How did you think of putting chocolate inside the cookies? I've seen chocolate chips, but never something like this!"

The kitchen was filled with cheers. Marje watched as Blier handed a basket of cookies to the butler, who had been startled by the commotion. She swallowed the cookie she had been chewing, feeling like she was about to cry.

'I guess I won't have to look for poison anymore.'

As she met the butler's gaze, who was looking at them with a pleased expression, she made a decision. If Countess Blier Acacia was truly mad, then it would be better for the peace of the household if she was left as she was.

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Dressed in a beautiful gown, Countess Acacia was more dazzling than ever. Madame Leblond had come personally to dress her, and she looked like a completely different person. Compared to her previous flamboyant and vulgar style, she was now as elegant as a diamond on a pile of manure. All the servants were eagerly awaiting the arrival of Noébian Trovica, who had fallen head over heels for his wife. As the sound of the grand carriage stopped at the entrance, Marje's nostrils flared with excitement. But as she looked up at the long legs emerging from the carriage, her eyes widened in shock.

"That's not the Grand Duke...?"

Grand Duke Noébian Trovica was one of the most handsome men in Ronta, but the man standing before her had the air of a ruthless warrior rather than the intellectual scholar that Noébian was known for. And as she looked up further at his perfectly sculpted face, she realized that he was the most inhuman-looking man she had ever seen. Except for a few servants who were gaping in shock, Yona and Marje's eyes turned to their mistress. She greeted the handsome stranger with a radiant smile.

"Mistress...?"

And she even waved at him. A moment of stunned silence filled the air as the servants murmured.

"Blonde hair, red eyes..."

"Could it be... the one they call?"

"Have you seen the troublemaker of Ronta in person?"

The maids, their faces flushed, could no longer hide their excitement.

"Wow, wow..."

"Is the Mistress having an affair?"

"She already has a lover."

"What about the Grand Duke?"

"Quiet down! If you have anything to say, go inside."

"Mistress Marje, my nose is bleeding."

"It's just fatigue."

Marje plugged her nose with the handkerchief Yona handed her and met the butler's wide-eyed gaze. It wasn't just the man's appearance that was shocking; it was the feeling that the peace she thought was about to settle over the household was being shattered. Marje and the butler exchanged a glance filled with disbelief. A pot calling the kettle black. A troublemaker who was already causing trouble within had met another troublemaker from outside!

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