Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 29.1

The butler's office was located at a place that allowed the butler to oversee all the servants.

Moreover, presumably by his age, Glenn would have had Gordon by his side since he was a child.

'I mean, you could call him an elder.'

Nadia's contribution to the March of Winterfell was considerable, but a competent person didn't necessarily become a likable person.

Her own father, for example. If someone were cocky believing in their abilities and achievements, people were more likely to antagonize them.

Human likability must come first. The people's trust started there.

Nadia needed to establish a close relationship with the elder of Winterfell estate, in order to proceed smoothly with the many things to come.

It was time for her to smile at the smooth plan.

Gordon, who had been crying for a long time, suddenly knelt down.

The worrying sound of elderly's knee joint hitting the floor rang out in the office.

“This old lowly man dared to doubt your true feelings!”

“Oh, no… Is your knee okay?”

Nadia asked back in great dismay. She was genuinely worried about the butler's joint.

If he dealt with his body in a rough manner at a considerable age, he could get hurt.

At a loss, she tried to raise him up, but the thrilled butler could not hear her.

Gordon shouted like he was about to slam his forehead on the floor.

“I was really worried when I heard about Master's sudden marriage, but now I understand. You are a miracle like a descendant of the heavenly divine! What good fortune has the Marquis done that he married someone like Madam…!”

Nadia wanted him to speak more quietly. She was afraid someone outside would hear him.

However, the butler's voice, which in contrast to her liking, only grew louder.

“I will be loyal to you forever! Please use the family stamp as you need! I'll never let you down!”

“Uh, yes……”

Nadia replied with a grin.

She thought he was a little overdoing it, but… Anyway, she got one person on her side.

The winter in the Winterfell estate was coming to an end. It wasn't just a literal meaning.

Even the vassals didn't know the worries that made their smiles disappear would go away.

The debts were all settled, and there was plenty of money. The Winterfell estate could relax as their financial difficulties had resolved.

Or almost.

“……What is that?”

Nadia murmured as she looked down the window of the office. A soldier was riding a horse and running at full speed.

Riding a horse and running at full speed in the inner city where the lord was?

The reason was either one reason. It was either he was just a nutcase, or something else.

Turning her attention from the window, Nadia glanced at Fabian and he said.

“It's a messenger. It's a red flag, so it's an emergency report.”

“I know that. Now that you told me that, I think something happened. Do you have any idea?”

“Um…….”

Fabian mumbled with a subtle look. Nadia's eyes narrowed.

“I think you have an idea of what might be happening.”

“If it's a red flag at this time of year, I think it's that…….”

“You must be thinking the same thing as me, Sir Fabian. It's it.”

“Yes, it is it.”

It was the administrator who was helping Nadia with her work that entered the conversation.

Fabian and the administrator's eyes briefly met.

Nadia didn't miss the two people who made eye contact nodding quietly.

“What is it? Don't just keep it between you and tell me.”

“Oh, that's… I couldn't tell you something that hasn't been confirmed yet.”

“Looking at your face, I think you're half sure about it.”

“Uh…… Well, let me confirm it for you now. Please wait a minute.”

Fabian said so and hurried out of the office. It happened in a flash before Nadia could stop him.

However, someone who might know the answer was not completely gone yet.

Nadia's eyes turned to the administrator who was helping with work.

He tried to sneak away, but Nadia didn't care.

“What's going on?”

“Uh…… It's…….”

“Judging from your reaction, it doesn't seem to have happened only once or twice. Come one, there's nothing to hide, right?”

“Well, I mean….”

The administrator's eyes were shaking nervously.

However, as the gap between Nadia's eyebrows gradually narrowed, he eventually had to confess what he knew.

“Maybe… It's most likely that Count Altair marched toward the territory.”

“The territory?”

Why was that?

Nadia's head tilted.

It wasn't surprising in an era when the central government didn't play its role.

There was no way a wife of a Marquis couldn't tell that.

The County of Altair was located on the southern side of the Winterfell estate.

As anyone could judge from the fact that the Count marched to the Winterfell estate, he wasn't a lord belonging to the Northern faction.

But did he belong to Nadia's father's side?

That didn't seem true either.

People would call it the third force.

Neighbors who were close to each other were bound to quarrel more often than enemies far away.

It wasn't surprising that the neighboring territories were not on good terms.

But why did the administrator look so nervous…

Chapter end