ep 15> The noble bond

It was an immediate scream, so Lucrezia didn't even have time to react when inertia smacked the ivory pen holder once more. - Relax! Lucrecia's accelerated right arm slashed through the air at alarming speed. Ariadne threw herself in front of Sancha just as she was about to be thrashed for the tenth time. Instead of Sancha, the tenth falcon struck Ariadne in the shoulder. - Puck! It felt like I'd been struck by lightning. The intense, pungent sensation of his strikes went throughout his body, starting with his left shoulder. He didn't like it when Lucrezia's outraged right arm was raised high into the air again and he was preparing for the eleventh hit, but at that time, a tearfully welcome voice rang through the drawing room.

"No, what a shambles!"

Cardinal De Mare has come home. Cardinal de Mare came into the drawing room, his white cardinal's tunic flapping.

"How do you like this family?"

When she saw Cardinal de Mare, Lucrezia burst into tears, shaking with rage like a devil.

"you! Why are you here now? "Do you have any idea what happened to me today?"

With tears in her eyes, Lucrezia described how Queen Marguerite had called her "Miss de Rossi" today, how shameful it was, and what a nasty bitch Queen Marguerite had been. Cardinal de Mare listened to them intently before asking a question.

"Why is this maid and Ariadne being beaten?"

"It's all due of these scumbags!"

"How come Queen Margaret invited you and then addressed you as 'Miss de Rossi'?" Even if the maid did wrong, did the queen treat you so poorly because of her maid?"

Lucrezia went mute for a while, then reddened and raged once again.

"It's all thanks to you!"

"what?"

"I could have married anyone!" I could have been your average aristocratic wife! But I came to live with you like this because I love you, and it's because of you that I couldn't become a royal wife... You ruined me!"

Lucrezia was not a beautiful woman capable of destroying a country, nor was she a noblewoman of very noble heritage, and none of the nobility with whom she associated had husbands as good as Cardinal De Mare. Lucrezia was most likely the wife of a county baron, although she was also the wife of a single knight, barrister or doctor. Yet her Lucrezia's only skill was convincing Cardinal de Mare that her Lucrezia could have done better.

"Lucrecia, what are you up to this time?"

"I could have done a lot better, but who are you to dismiss me..."

The pattern of disagreements between Cardinal De Mare and Lucrezia was clear. Even if pricked with a needle, not a single drop of blood seemed to escape, yet even if it was Cardinal Mare, Lucrezia's attack always failed. They were imprisoned in their youth, when the possibilities were limitless. Nonetheless, since the play's principal role had shifted, it was time for the existing character to step down. Ariadne tucked her foot behind the sancha she was cuddling, intending to leave the parlour entirely to the couple of cockroaches shooting that moment. Arabella, who was curled up on her floor, took her hand in hers and told her to stay quiet before leaving. But for me, Isabella, who had noticed, was no longer present. It seemed like a thousand miles between leaving the centre of gravity below, stepping backwards, leaving the drawing room, and passing through the corridor to the front door. As Arabella arrived at her front door, she dispersed and went into her room without even looking at her. Ariadne dragged her mountain cart and dashed up to the third-floor attic.

"Sancha... "

The freckled girl, who had been battered all over her body, stared at Ariadne with clear light green eyes. Purple bruises appeared from behind the blue ink all over her. As she saw the multicoloured mountain tea, Ariadne couldn't stop her tears from falling.

"Why didn't you disclose the truth, Sancha?" It's entirely my fault!"

Ariadne sobbed as she hugged Sancha.

"You didn't do anything wrong!"

Sancha licked her dry lips and hardly spoke.

"Your lady literally saved my life."

"what… … ?"

"You saved my life. That will pay off, and I will always be on your side."

Ariadne brought Sancha not out of a desire to save Sancha. He was attempting to influence Maleta, and it all happened by chance. He urged Lucrezia to bring Sancha since he would have a gang to keep Maletha in control and a maid to utilise. He felt sorry of his conduct after getting such overwhelming good will, love, and blind faith. Ariadne looked at Sancha blankly. Sancha's bright eyes met Ariadne's. At that point, he resolved to return as least as much as he had gotten.

"I'm sorry, Sancha...!" Ariadne hugged Sancha once more closely.

"On the contrary, I will defend you forever from now on." I'm not going to let Marletta go either. We'll store it so it doesn't endanger us again."

Ariadne's heart was filled with emotion. Along with her sense of responsibility, she had a strange but all-powerful feeling. It was a sense of not being alone, of being connected to others, of having to exert as much strength as two individuals in order to protect them. It felt more like a blind friendship than a friendship, like the love of her family she hadn't felt since her mother died. On Sancha's side, the intense emotion that filled her heart was a heartfelt thank you to the person who had saved her life. Her family perished of poverty and starvation one after the other, and her biological sister, Maleta, betrayed her vehemently. Ariadne, her maiden who had come down from the heavens to save her, was all that remained of her life. She was adamant about never letting her go. She writhed explosively as if consuming Ariadne's white flesh, but swiftly faded with the hugs of her girls, as if the red aura of Ariadne's left ring finger was dissatisfied. * * * The darkening of the bloody aura on her left ring finger wasn't due to her mood; it was an objective reality. After yesterday's commotion, the final knuckle of her left hand's ring finger, which appeared to be only faintly flushing, flushed pink, like a mosquito bite. Sancha spoke as Ariadne continued to touch the ring finger of her left hand with one of her hands.

"Continuing to touch the insect bites will only make it worse, but it will not make it any less itchy!"

Sancha's tongue was shockingly peppery, contrary to the first impression that it appeared like a street kitty.

"Doesn't this appear to be a little bigger?"

"How quickly do your fingers grow?"

Apart from his feelings for Ariadne, he was a stickler for facts and enjoyed a fastball game. They were hanging out in the attic on the third story. Once her maid Maleta sold her baby tea in that manner, she went over to Isabella's side and didn't return, and Ariadne didn't bother looking for Maleta. She couldn't understand her as Ariadne, but due to her collective intelligence chats with Sancha, who had been following Maleta since she was a youngster, Maleta was naturally short-sighted.

"Burning the young lady was not the outcome of careful consideration." I was simply afraid of 'Miss Rossi' right away, so I wanted to avoid saying anything, and I'm not comfortable being with you, so you blamed me?"

"So, why aren't you returning after all that chaos?"

"Because it is quick. If you're foolish, you were born with animal senses. Would he still be alive if he died in the evening?"

And he was a particularly poisonous orator.

"No, they're sisters; what's the difference?"

"He resembles his father."

Sancha pinched her nose as she remembered her late father, a drunk and gambler.

"As I yelled, she just got rid of me and came down like ash as the lady's sole maid, and she attempted to monopolise herself and live blissfully, but once it was over, she detected something unusual, so she didn't come back and stayed there." She can also bet money."

"How much money do you make?"

"That's exactly what it says. Hi-Hi."

Sancha was the sole occupant of the room that had previously been shared with Maleta. Isabella had scolded Ariadne the day before.

"I don't like looking back." Dad told me that it is safe to completely rule out all options. "Are you not my darling brother?"

Cardinal de Mare seems to have been sitting with Isabella and imparting her life lessons. Ariadne never learnt any of them. But, without her parents' teachings, fate granted her time, and Ariadne taught herself through her experience, which was provided to her by fate. Her fate was directing her. She had plenty of opportunity to learn. She determined to clean up her mess this time. Despite knowing from her former existence that her buds were yellow, she was mistaken in attempting to embrace Maleta. Ariadne decided that she had grown tired of Maleta and that if she had the chance, she would have to get rid of her forever. Ariadne chose to let Maleta go free because there is always a time for her vengeance. Her deserved disaster was on its way back. With no one to keep track of Sancha's movements and activities, the two spent their time linked together like chewing gum, except while Ariadne and her two other sisters were being tutored. Lucrezia had a convulsion once but did not punish Ariadne and Sancha.

"Miss Rossi," you say.

"Do you consider yourself to be a no-nonsense individual?"

Queen Margaret gave Lucrezia the moniker "Miss Rossi."

"Wouldn't you?"

If I have anything to say, I say it right in front of you. I'm not a petty person. Those that do this have a cool personality."

Sancha faked to throw up.

"It would be good if people like myself could be gathered and locked up in a tower or something." In a week, they'll be tearing each other apart with their bare hands." - clever. After making fun of the hostess behind her back, the two of them were frightened by the sound of a knock outside and became silent like snatched wild squirrels.

"Ariadne, miss." "The tutor has arrived."

One of Isabella's maids answered the door. It was time for Isabella and Arabella to teach her Latin and Gallic.

"I'll be right back, Sancha!"

Ariadne left the mountain waggon behind and followed Isabella's maid down to the second-floor girls' parlour. Ariadne's chamber was in the third-floor corner, so she rarely came down to the second floor, where her family lived, save during mealtimes. She could hear Lucrezia's strident voice from Cardinal De Mare's salon as she strolled through her passageways.

"Do I have to bring him here?"