Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 29.2

'……Ah.'

After thinking for a while, Nadia soon realized what had happened. Nadia's head creaked back to the administrator.

“That information… How did you guess he would be here?”

“Oh, well, it's…….”

“Is this an annual event?”

“Oh, no! Not to the level of an annual event! Not to that extent!”

There was one thing Nadia could guess from that nervous reaction.

That it happened every few years, if not every year.

The administrator was restless with a nervous look.

He looked worried that the Marchioness might want to run away from the land with no money or resources where there were only crazy neighbors.

He couldn't think of anything good about his hometown.

Nadia thought with a stunned face.

'What a spectacular estate….'

There were constant streams of incidents. He couldn't believe that they would be in another crisis after barely getting over it. Would there be a day when things go well?

As Nadia started to contemplate, the two could hear Fabian returning just in time.

Turning her head to the door, Nadia asked.

“What? Is Count Altair really coming this way?”

“Pardon?”

Fabian's shoulders stiffened when he entered the office.

His eyes shook just as he opened the door.

“Oh, h-how did you know?”

“How do I know? I heard it from Edward. Come in and talk to me.”

Nadia called him in with a flick of her hand.

Fabian, who stood timidly in front of her, began reporting.

“As you expected… Again, the Count of Altair declared war. His justification is that we deliberately spread the Black Death and monopolize the cure.”

“Did he always do it at this time?”

“Yes, usually at the beginning of the farming season, those bast–… Oh, I'm sorry. At the beginning of the farming season, they used to walk through the estate border.”

Nadia heard something strange for a moment, but she ignored it. She patted her chin and tilted her head.

It was understandable that the cause was a cure for the Black Death.

Count Altair was not a member of his father's faction, so there was no need to dig about him.

And he wasn't a part of the Northern one either, so there's no reason why he couldn't attack Winterfell.

Unlike the South, which was devastated by the epidemic, there would be room for a territorial war over there.

The strange thing was that Count Altair was aiming for this period every time.

“That's strange. I'm sure they also have to prepare for farming soon, too.”

“The Count's army has a large proportion of mercenaries. For him, he has nothing to lose. That rat.”

“Winterfell couldn't afford to hire mercenaries, so that's why he was after us.”

“Yes, it is.”

Fabian continued with an irritating sigh.

“I thought he'd move on quietly this time…… I think he came in thinking that he was right because we seemed to have lost strength in the long range battle. What an arrogant bunch of aristocrats!”

“In addition to Sir Fabian's words, the success of the thorny herb business must have been a pain in the neck for them. Wasn't he always used to say, “It's a pity that the March' finances were not as good as a County's?” I guess the sights of us getting a little better sickens him.”

“Hmm……”

From what she heard, it seemed that Winterfell and the Altair had not been on good terms for a long time.

They didn't come in because of any complaints, but this family was just a thorn in their eyes.

And that meant that it would be almost impossible to resolve by dialogue.

It hadn't been more than half a year since he returned from the Karla'ai expedition. The knights hadn't recovered from fatigue yet.

For another battle, in this situation.

Nadia asked with a grave look.

“Is the situation very difficult? Is there a high possibility of us not able to stand against them to the point where we have to surrender…”

“Yes? What do you mean?”

Fabian jumped up and shouted. He literally jumped up and down.

“We are the strongest in the North…… No, we have the strongest army in the kingdom! We can't be defeated by a bunch of fat guys! The monsters who have been exterminated by us will be upset.”

“Oh, I see your point. Calm down.”

“There's no way they could defeat us with a single group of knights! The Duke of Balazit probably wouldn't refute what I claim.”

Winterfell's reputation was well-known throughout the entire continent for taking up a high amount of budget.

Seeing Fabian speak so confidently, he seemed really confident in winning.

So such an ill-fated ending wouldn't seem to be happening. Then, Nadia asked in a curious tone.

“Then we can compete and win, right? So what's the problem?”

Chapter end