I’m Going to Marry a Poor Count in the Middle of Nowhere and I’m Going to Work Hard to Reform My Territory

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A middle-age woman and her young daughter walked to the front of the cell, accompanied by Serge and an officer, looking terrified.

The girl’s face was distinctly pale even in the candlelight, and her body was so thin that it threatened to break.

She had to be around four years old.

“I invited them, but I’m finished with my business.”

Angelique said without looking at the man or his family.

“Sorry for the trouble.” Serge apologizes to the perplexed officer and follows Angelique.

Angelique walks the corridor beside Serge, leaving the prison.

“Did you figure out who the real culprit is?”

“…Yes.”

She was becoming increasingly enraged.

There have been many moments in the past when common sense would have deemed this unforgivable.

But she thought it was something embarrassing, brazen, or annoying, and that it was something she should do something about and change.

It’s not that she forgave them, she just didn’t think it was necessary for her to deal with them every time.

But this time is not the case.

This is clearly a crime.

More than that, Angelique herself could not forgive.

She might be able to expose Charlotte if she could get her to meet with the man, and if she could get the facts in front of a judge.

But with little evidence and testimonies, Charlotte might get away with it.

Besides, that will not satisfy Angelique.

“I need you to do something for me, Serge.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I’d like you to return to Bourg castle and bring me a bunch of letters that I keep in my closet.”

“A bunch of letters?”

“Yes.
I have a drawer full of them from my sisters and school friends, so bring them all.”

The quickest way would be to fly in an owl and have John or Erick deliver them by dragon, but it was important evidence and she didn’t want to burden them with unnecessary responsibility.

It would be preferable if Serge rode the fast horse to Bourg and returned on Lasse.

He should be back in three days, if not four.

“I apologize for treating you like a servant, Serge.”

“Hehe, I’m used to you treating me like a servant,” Serge chuckled.

“Please be careful with it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wrap it around and bring it to you as quickly as I can.”

“Of course, I trust you.”

“You should unwind a little while you’re waiting.”

Angelique smiled and silently nodded.

But, in reality, that was not going to happen.

Angelique has three tasks to complete before Serge returns.