The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

215 – Scene 215# Tea Party

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The weekend is back.

It was indeed a sunny day.

The weather was so good that the cloudless sky and refreshing breeze naturally made Bella feel excited.

Yes. Today is the perfect day for a date.

But, of course, he would not know. On days like these, a man should first invite you on a date.

‘Joy. I heard there is no mugwort vein…’

You act as if everything in the world is yours, but you can’t even understand something as basic as this.

Well, it is true that the mole is a bit cute. No no. A little bit canceled. It’s so damn cute.

When I think about it again, I find it quite scandalous.

After pleading to train each other, Bella waited for a call from Tristan.

Even at the Isaac Hell mansion, she paid attention to her appearance and appearance. However, perhaps he knew how she felt or not, he did not come to visit and did not make any contact for several days.

In the end, it was Bella who ran out of patience.

He asked me to practice sweetly with him!

Any time you say let’s hold hands and train together!

… Now that I think about it again, I don’t think I ever said that, but anyway.

Bella packed up her wooden swords from her dojo and changed into her uniform. Battle stance. She went straight to the Ruelberta mansion with Blanche.

Maybe Tristan also expected Bella to do this.

Because he was just as proud as her, he also hated losing her.

‘Joy. ‘This is what I’m willing to take.’

This is by no means bowing down to him.

It’s just because the weather is so sunny.

That’s because it’s a waste to just pass by.

Bella nodded her head inwardly.

I should say that I came here unexpectedly for the purpose of training.

She does just that. It’s up to him to invite someone on a date

Bella. If you’re like this, you’ve really done enough. Yes, yes.

Bella, who personally came to the Ruel Berta residence, was worried from the moment she got off the carriage.

“Blanchet…”

“Yes. Lady.”

“It’s unlikely, but… Could it be that the coachman dropped us off incorrectly?”

At Bella’s question, Blanche looked around her. Blanchet, who looked very carefully and carefully, as befits her thorough personality, finally came to a conclusion.

“Ah… No. “This is definitely the Ruelberta family’s mansion.”

“Then what is it… ? Why so…”

“Aren’t you a princess?!”

The guard of her mansion, who recognized her from beyond, rushed up to her and gave her a salute.

“Sorry. She should have responded right away, but she was busy… “Have you made an appointment with the Count?”

“No. I came today without an appointment. Well, since we’re the Count and I, there’s nothing strange about it. Right?”

“Ah… Yes, yes! Of course! “It’s not strange at all.”

Bella smiled softly as she looked at the guard who quickly agreed and asked the question she had been asking since she arrived.

“So what day is today? The mansion is quite gorgeous…”

“Oh, that’s… It’s hard to believe, but the Count… That…”

The young guard said, scratching his head like a boy telling an obvious lie.

“You held a tea party.”

*

“I will prepare the most luxurious tea party under the title of Deacon Ruel Bertha!”

When I inadvertently brought up the story, the older deacon spoke with an unusually flushed face.

Of course, I didn’t expect this kind of reaction.

I was just trying to gather the people in the mansion and talk. Since the weather was nice, I thought it would be nice to drink tea outside.

They even used the expression ‘tea party’ that nobles enjoyed.

But as soon as I finished speaking, the head deacon, with the look on his face like a vanguard just about to march into enemy territory, promised me the most luxurious tea party.

As if that wasn’t a lie, the central garden that would be the stage for the tea party was changing at an amazing level.

A table was placed in the garden, and decorative flowers brought from somewhere made the atmosphere even brighter. It feels like I’m at an outdoor wedding.

I don’t know much about the aristocratic culture of this world, but maybe it’s my fault for thinking that tea time and tea party are roughly the same.

No. No matter what, it’s not a tea party. Is there a reason to do this with so much enthusiasm?

Just in case, I delivered it back to the head deacon.

I’m not inviting other nobles to this tea party, I’m just holding it because I have something to convey to the employees who work at this mansion.

However, the head deacon seemed to already know and just told me not to worry.

According to my words, the employees at the mansion have been busy since morning. As I was watching them move in unison, Wendy in a maid uniform approached.

“Joe, good morning. “Count.”

“Hmm.”

They talked about this and that for a while, and when the topic of the tea party came up, Wendy opened her mouth as if she had figured out something.

“Uh… Count. I also heard this from other people…”

From what Wendy said, it seems like this is the first time a tea party has been held in this mansion.

This is the first time for the Ruelberta family to hold a tea party, which is held at most once a month and at least once a year for noble families.

After listening to Wendy, I had a rough idea.

As with the black lion, the symbol of the Ruelberta family, this mansion has an overall gloomy atmosphere.

It’s a long way from a fancy tea party. I don’t know if they knew it or if they just hated parties, but Tristan and other previous heads of the family didn’t show up in social circles.

‘Well, if a villain like Tristan shows up at the party, it will only ruin the party atmosphere.’

When I thought about it, it was the same not only for Tristan but also for the people of this family.

The relatives I had met so far were only interested in making money or doing business, and they did not get together often, and when they did, it felt like they only had a simple meal and then parted ways.

While she was thinking about it, Wendy tried to approach the employees who were busy working.

“Wendy. Where are we going?”

“I want to help too!”

“… “Stay calm next to me.”

Don’t break a plate while helping.

“Yes…”

It wasn’t said directly, but the meaning was conveyed through the facial expression.

It’s sad to see Wendy drooping.

After making sure no one was watching, I patted Wendy’s head.

Then, as if she was lying, a bright smile appeared on her droopy lips.

“Ehehe…”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Well, it feels good when the Count strokes me…”

“I didn’t stroke it. “Something got on her hand and she was trying to wipe it off.”

“Hi?! “Really?!”

“It’s a joke. “Don’t make a fuss.”

“Ugh… You are too much…”

Now, teasing like this doesn’t bring tears to my eyes. Rather, Wendy glances at me as if she is disappointed.

To others, it might be a strong expression of dissatisfaction, but to me, it just seems like an expression of cuteness.

I suppressed my laughter and decided to give Wendy some work.

“If you really want to help, just bring your family from the villa. Everyone in the mansion will participate in today’s tea party.”

“Um, are we? But we are employees…”

“Do you think I would invite other nobles?”

“No…”

“Quick response.”

“Sweet, damn good!”

I know at least that I don’t have any friends, right?

I gently pulled Wendy’s cheek.

She said, kneading her soft cheeks with her fingers, like injeolmi.

“From the beginning, this tea party was held with the intention of having it among the people of this mansion. Go and bring your family to participate as well.”

“Yes, yes!”

Wendy runs away while stroking her cheek.

My plan today was to gather the people in the mansion and tell them about the northern expedition plan.

The mansion family has increased a lot recently. Some of them may not have been able to say hello properly yet because their duties do not overlap.

It went differently than I originally intended, but seeing the excited expressions on the employees’ faces made me think it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

If it were a tea party, it would have to be grand, sending out invitations to several families, but I don’t have any families that I’m close with anyway. If just people from our family gather together, it will be crowded and there will be a bit of a party atmosphere.

“Count!”

Ah?

I looked towards the front door of the mansion when I suddenly heard a voice.

There, an unexpected guest was approaching me with great strides.

Come to think of it, there was one nobleman I was close with.

*

“Oh my. If you said you were having a party, you should have told me a long time ago!”

The silver-haired princess, Bella, was sitting at her temporary table and grumbling to me.

“… “It’s a party we suddenly decided to throw today.”

“What would I have done if I hadn’t brought the dress? “I think my thorough preparation saved your life.”

“You saved my life?”

“So you weren’t planning on putting a dress on the girl you invited to the party?”

“… “I don’t remember inviting you.”

Bella changed into a dress at my mansion and reappeared dressed to enjoy a tea party.

How on earth did she know and show up without me even inviting her?

“So what brought you here?”

“What do you think I’m here for?”

I briefly looked back on my memories from before.

Before Bella changed into her dress, she was wearing a neat uniform.

That means… He must have come to do the training he did last time at the imperial court.

I completely forgot.

No, more accurately, I was losing track of when to make an appointment.

But it is unbecoming of Tristan to reveal that fact.

I said with a hint of ‘pride’.

“I get it. “You came to receive my teachings.”

“… Isn’t it? The Count came to receive my teachings.”

“Say it straight. You are receiving my teachings.”

“It’s not.”

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“Don’t be bluff.”

“It’s not like I’m bluffing. Isn’t the Count actually bluffing? I’m good at swordsmanship… No, at least I’m ahead in terms of tax revenue.”

“With just enough tax revenue, we will catch up quickly. Have you never heard the fairy tale The Hare and the Tortoise?”

“The rabbit and the tortoise… ? What is that? Is it famous?”

“I don’t know. “It’s not cultured.”

Hehe…”

Grumbling.

Bella, who was laughing strangely, got up from her chair and glared at me.

“… “Don’t expect any refinement from my sword today.”

Those eyes were so cold that I might have trembled if I hadn’t had ‘pride’.

But I maintained my composition, sipped my tea, and opened my mouth.

“Bella.”

“Why? “It’s no use begging now.”

“I never expected any refinement from your sword.”

“Oh really! It’s disgusting!”