The Duchy of Ryzelin was one of the empireâs three major families in name and demeanor, and they could use heavenly powers borrowed from the goddess to predict the future and purify the filthy.
So it was the Duchy of Ryzelin that was the most ecstatic when the Pilsburg family, which had been producing emperors for 350 years of the entire 500 years of imperial history, was having a problem with their heir.
They had no doubt in mind that it was them, the Ryzelin family, who would produce the next emperor after Pilsburg.
The election for the next emperor would have no choice but to consider the publicâs opinion to some extent because of the repulsion against the Cardiago family, which had the power of the underworld while having control over dark reapers.
Compared to Cardiago, Ryzelin had heavenly powers, so they seemed similar to Pilsburg, who in turn could wield magic of the four elements in the mortal realm.
This was the public opinion of the commoners.
But such opinions became old rumors.
âDuke CardiagoâŠâ
Ian Ryzelin, the head of the Ryzelin family, hit the table.
His sister flinched and fell to the ground on her knees, but Ian didnât care.
That Ephelix was really a brat who knew nothing.
Ian knew that Ephelix succeeded the family at a young age.
While he was still a young man, he was still just organizing the familyâs affairs.
But then suddenly, he stepped up and was claiming the throne of the emperor, and he also suggested that the next imperial conferenceâwhich should be held in the presence of the emperorâwould be held in his domain.
âWhat kind of confidence⊠Does he think that heâs the only one who can beat Pilsburg?â
Ephelix previously did not refuse or hate the throne, but he didnât show any action to claim the position before, even if he was proclaimed as a rightful candidate.
Thatâs why Ian Ryzelin changed his plans.
Rather than continuing to side with the deteriorating current emperor, he thought that he should join hands with Ephelix, who didnât seem to have much desire to take the throne.
âBut why, all of a suddenâŠ!â
Since word had gone out that Ephelix Cardiago had suddenly gotten married, Ian had been running around, half crazy.
âBrother⊠Please calm down. Thereâs nothing to be done.â
As she was kneeling at Ianâs feet, Iris said this.
His green eyes normally were spiritless and he would have calmed down by himself, but this time, he couldnât.
âIris. Youâre always just here in the Ryzelin estateâyou donât even know how serious the situation is. Do you not have any awareness about who the head of Ryzelin is?â
âCardiago only got married⊠Please calm down.â
âWhether he got married or not, Iâll have to see who the bride is.â
Ian glared ferociously and called a subordinate of his.
The subordinate brought a portrait of the new Duchess of Cardiago, the painting of which he ordered to be secured the other day.
Ian stared at Isabelleâs portrait.
Itâs said that she was a woman with no roots, but even then, she was quite pretty.
In addition, it felt like her appearance was not unfamiliar.
âIris. Look at this face.â
Iris quietly accepted the painting from her older brother.
It was a woman with coveted wavy silver hair.
And an impression that her sky blue eyes could see through anything.
âRead this woman and her future. If you have the ability to take the lead, you can at least do that with a portrait, right?â
At the coercive voice, Iris trembled.
But she couldnât refuse. If she did, she wouldnât be able to sleep in a warm place tonight. Iris closed her eyes.
It was going to be very difficult to dig up information about a person sheâd never been in contact with before and predict their future.
However, Iris had no power to refuse Ian.
She closed her eyes and placed a hand over the portrait.
From where she touched, light bloomed.
Then, transparent, butterfly-shaped light moved its wings slowly.
It was the heavenly power received from the goddess.
âThe woman isnât a noble. I think she grew up in a temple and her name is Isabelle⊠Ugh!â
Irisâ hand on the portrait was repelled.
And the butterfly-shaped light also disappeared into the air as though it was disintegrating.
There were countless times that Iris was asked to read the future, but Ian was also surprised because this was the first time this happened.
âWhat happened?â
âI canât read her.â
As Iris hesitated to say this, Ianâs expression now became distorted.
He was keeping her because of her ability to wield heavenly power, but now she couldnât read the future.
âUseless. You didnât do it properly because youâre afraid that youâd get hurt.
âB-Brother⊠Itâs not like tha⊠Ack!â
Ian narrowed the distance between them and grabbed Irisâ hair.
Iris couldnât even scream because Ianâs expression was so cold, devoid of any warmth.
âIris. I canât take care of you forever. You have to find your own way to survive.â
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âAre you going to live in the Ryzelin estate for the rest of your life? Will you never step on the ground outside?â
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âListen to me carefully, Iris. The heavenly power you inherited will disappear the moment you leave the Ryzelin estate.â
Iris couldnât refute his words.
What he said was true.
âIn order for you to see the outside world intact, you have no chance but to be with Ephelix Cardiago, who has the opposite power to Isis. His power will stabilize yours.â
âBut his marriage was justâŠâ
âDidnât you say it yourself? That woman is from a humble background, so sheâll soon be gone. To put you in that place, Iâm thinking of going to the imperial conference myself.â
Iris said nothing as tears pooled in her eyes.
Her brother would only speak but wouldnât listen.
In her experience, it was just better to keep herself quiet.
âIn any case, you didnât get enough information about that woman, so go to the top of the tower today. It would be better to keep your power pure.â
Ianâs tone was indifferent. While Iris was being dragged away by the priests, she saw only the back of her older brother.
ââŠBrother. I donât think you should touch that woman.â
It was a warning that she couldnât utter.
* * *
Changing the location of the imperial imperial conference went smoothly.
Pilsburg, which held out by not replying until the end, eventually gave their consent because they couldnât overcome the pressure of the other nobles.
âAll of the nobles of the empire will come here. More than it is now, itâll be more complicated.â
Isabelle sipped her tea and looked at the wide hall.
Designers and seamstresses were busy moving to make new dresses that she would be wearing during the imperial conference.
âItâs an honor, Madam. Iâm Suzanne and Iâll be in charge of designing the Madamâs dresses.â
âI heard that youâre a talented designer. Thank you for coming to the castle.â
Isabelle leisurely received the greeting. As she had read in novels, designers would ask a girl who didnât know much about the world and give them things at a high price, so theyâd tend to sell unimpressive jewelry at absurd prices. Even so, these designers and seamstresses couldnât straighten their backs properly, let alone show their guts.
At this point, it would be a relief if she didnât faint while fitting the dress.
âI heard that thereâs no one in the castle who could make womenâs clothing.â
There were currently no female nobles in the Cardiago Castle.
The employees who could sew said that they didnât know anything about womenâs fashion because they were mainly responsible for making or mending Riggsâ clothes.
Thatâs why Riggs ordered for talented female designers and seamstresses to come in from outside the castle.
The unwritten rule about female outsiders being prohibited from entering was broken thanks to the duchess.
âWhatever these people would see or hear inside the castle would surely become rumors.â
Isabelle wanted to be more expressive about her excitement over the colorful dresses and the translucent cloth presented to her that looked like thin ice, but she held it in.
She didnât want word to go out that the duchess didnât hold herself with elegance or that there were many things she was ignorant about.
As much as possible, she wanted to look graceful and dignified.
However, there was someone else who was squealing brightly on behalf of Isabelle, who was determined about keeping herself reserved.
âMy Isabelle. This blue ribbon looks very good on you. Wonât you try on this dress, too?â
Isis, who had descended to the mortal realm, has been smiling brightly as though playing with dolls while recommending this and that.
The designers were asking with their eyes, âWho on earth is this woman?â
Rosa was supposed to help with the dress fitting, but she ran away from Isis.
Because she was from the underworld, her skin grew itchy while she was in the vicinity of the goddess.
âNo, I think I definitely saw Isis pushing Rosa away on purpose.â
Isis, the benevolent goddess, was not very happy whenever other individuals were near Isabelle.
As though her being Isabelleâs sole guardian deity was enough.
By the time Isis recommended all kinds of white and blue accessories to Isabelle, the designers faltered and brought in a mannequin.
âMadam, this is a dress that embodies the traits of the Cardiago Duchy. I designed it while thinking of the dress that the Madam will wear during the imperial conference.â
As the Duchess of Cardiago will stand before other nobles, it was a russet-colored dress that had the colors of Cardiago.
Like Riggsâ eyes, a red pendant was sitting in the middle of the collarbone over the chest area, so even from a distance, it exuded the image of Duchy.
âWow⊠Itâs beautiful.â
Isis was the only one who sulked, saying that Isabelle looked better in white and blue.
Isabelle quickly put on the dress with the help of the maids.
Considering that this was made in advance, Riggs seemed to have told them her measurements.
Maybe itâs because she made him do a lot of laundry for her before, but she wasnât surprised by this at all.
Wearing the dress in front of a mirror, Isabelle felt ecstatic and satisfied at the same time.
She couldnât wait to show it to Riggs.
Trying to figure out what word she should use to call him because she couldnât use his nickname, Isabelle spoke with a smile.
âMay I visit my husband for a second? I want to let him know that I received his gift well.â
At that moment, everyone was shocked speechless because of her gentle appearance. If they were told that she was a heavenly duchess, theyâd believe it right away.
Isabelle thought that their silence was their consent, so she started walking softly.
By the time she just left through the door, she could see a black figure quivering.
ââŠRiggs? What are you doing here?â
ââŠâŠâ
âAh, thank you for the gift. What do you think? Does it suit me?â
It was weird how he praised her, looking away all the while even as he said that the dress looked perfect on her.