Chapter 97 (1/2)
Chapter 97
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Freil said.
“Instead, Countess Marta opened a salon. She has all those who want to be close to Her Majesty gathering there.”
Countess Marta turned her salon into a thoroughly dignified cultural gathering. There was no political color at all.
Scholars gathered to discuss, and poor poets visited to borrow ink and paper. A newly debuted young lady even recited a poem.
There was no political color in the operation. It was to spread the taste of literature to the young ladies whose preference is in line with the hobby of their mistress, Countess Martha.
These salons were usually for very small groups of friends only.
Nevertheless, due to the prestige of the Empress’ Palace, Countess Martha’s salon quickly rose to fame.
“The social circle must’ve been divided into three parts.
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Artizea said quietly.
The social gatherings that have so far divided the social world of the imperial capital have been the imperial banquet of Miraila’s and the salon of Marchioness Camellia.
Of course, the biggest power is Miraila’s Imperial Banquet.
Firstly, the Emperor was present. If the purpose, in itself, was to meet the Emperor and win his favor, receiving an invitation to this banquet was the fastest.
However, this banquet was focused on prodigal play.
On the other hand, the people who gathered at Marchioness Camellia’s salon were great nobles.
The most important information and the flow of money that controls the imperial economy casually went back and forth through small talk.
It wasn’t necessarily the people of the Roygar faction to go in and out of the salon.
Those who want to touch the big money, those who want to gather investors with new ideas, and those who want to show their own talent and wisdom, all went to Marchioness Camellia’s salon.
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It was also the pride of Marchioness Camellia. In her salon, strength and talent were as valuable as lineage and status.
She prided herself in it being different from other gatherings where the chatter of the nobles who gathered together were about whom they would marry, and which property to send as a dowry.
But now Countess Martha’s salon has become a strong contender.
Her salon, which featured literature, was different from that of Marchioness Camellia’s.
However, if the young and vibrant talents had gathered there, Marchioness Camellia’s pride would have been hurt in many ways as she valued her reputation.
“Marchioness Camellia showed no reaction.”
“It would be ambiguous to respond. Since Countess Martha is Her Majesty’s lady-in-waiting, Marchioness Camellia is not in a position to confront her.”
Artizea said to Freil, organizing the information she heard in her head.
“Since Her Majesty the Empress is not actively socializing, it is not so different from the reclusive situation that she has been living in, Countess Martha is not trying to exert her own influence through the salon.”
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“Yes, it just feels like she really left the space open. Of course, even so, there are many people who come and go, they see it as almost the only window to communicate with Her Majesty.”
“Brother Lawrence.”
“Yes. Thanks to this, a lot of young men and women gathered. There are many of Sir Lawrence’s friends, many aristocrats from the influential family, and many of the marriage age ladies admiring Sir Lawrence.”
It has become famous as a place where you can freely chat in a decent and cultured atmosphere, as no one plays prodigal play or commits hasty actions in the Empress’ Palace.
As young men and women gathered, the atmosphere in the salon naturally became bright. A ceramic brazier inlaid with gold reflects the light, and the jeweled harp gives off a brilliant light.
“It looks like they’re trying to embrace the ladies right now…”
“It’s not something that can be done in a short time.”
Artizea was immersed in her thoughts. Not to disturb her, everyone bit their mouths.
“How about mother?”
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“The imperial palace holds banquets more often than before. Nowadays, it seems to be held almost once a week. His Majesty is spending enormous budgets to comfort the Dowager Marchioness of Marquisate Rosan.”
The word Dowager Marchioness of Marquisate Rosan, was carefully pronounced by Freil.
In front of Artizea, it was impossible to call her Miraila, and the title of the Dowager Marchioness of the Marquisate Rosan seemed to hint that the relationship with Artizea was not broken.
Artizea did not respond to the title issue at all. Freil said quickly.
“But when she actually goes to a banquet, I feel like the Dowager is trying to seduce His Majesty. Every time, the Dowager herself brings a new young woman into His Majesty’s bedroom.”
“Right.”
Artizea was a little surprised.
She never thought that Miraila would even utilize a way that attracts other women.
She wasn’t expecting her to be immersed in the banquet.
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After settling down in Marquisate Rosan and getting older, she did not hold banquets that often. It was because her relationship with the Emperor was stable enough that she didn’t have to, and she had the belief that her own position as herself would be strong enough.
As Artizea knows, she also remembered the days when Miraila was dressed up and held a banquet every day.
Although Artizea was very young, she didn’t know what a banquet was, and didn’t even understand the meaning behind it.
However, she longed for her gorgeous mother because she was so pretty. Still, Artizea could vividly recall how enchanted she was when she had touched the hem of Miraila’s sparkling skirt.
[“I’m doing it all for you.”]
Miraila used to say that without thinking whether it was communicated properly.
Little Artizea nodded her head hard. She believed that it was real, and it was partly true.