How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 38.2
‘I also want to trade with glass from Istenia… but that Everett guy has a monopoly. What can I do if it’s impossible to obtain.’
Feeling a mix of awkwardness and bitterness, I finished negotiations with the merchant.
After leaving the glass shop, we headed toward the wool fabric store where we had prearranged a contract during our previous visit. Just as the shop came into view, Tristan, who had been walking slightly ahead, suddenly stopped. He turned his body and looked at me.
His calm voice flowed quietly from between his red lips.
“This is the place where the price negotiations were already completed. The goods have been set, and the market price has likely not changed much, so there is no need for you to enter personally.”
“Excuse me?”
Suddenly?
I tilted my head slightly, a little taken aback by his abrupt words.
“Is it not an important trading partner? Shouldn’t we at least make a greeting? After all, it’s right in front of us.”
“You are weak, so do not overexert yourself. This much can be handled by Mildred.”
“I am not ill now. I am fine.”
“You drank too much yesterday. It would be better to return and rest.”
“Thanks to whom I barely touched any alcohol…”
Before I could finish my sentence, Sir Mildred suddenly intervened.
“Your Highness is correct. The weather was bad yesterday, and you spent the entire day outdoors. On a day like this, it is better to rest beforehand, Consort. Once you set sail, the ship will be unstable for some time, will it not?”
Sir Mildred is naturally serious. His weighty voice, added to his solemn expression, left me momentarily speechless. Really… is that so?
At that moment, Tristan approached and suddenly placed his hand on my forehead. I flinched and looked up at him.
“See. You have a fever.”
“A fever…?”
A fever? I do not feel one…
But Tristan’s expression remained serious and concerned.
“Even a mild fever should not be ignored. You could fall ill again.”
“Really? Is that so…?”
Listening to him speak with that handsome face, I almost felt my cheeks warm.
Flustered, I blinked, and unable to resist Tristan and the knights’ insistence, I reluctantly nodded.
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Before long, all matters at Kalhaven Port were concluded.
All the glass products were sold successfully. The temple promptly sent the proceeds from the Lyricia bulbs as promised. My eyes widened as I checked the amount.
It was an immense sum. Only the limited quantity was a slight disappointment.
The temple strongly requested that we acquire Lyricia bulbs again in the future. However, since the flower does not naturally grow in the Rubyere Empire, even if we returned to Belforte Port, it would be difficult to secure bulbs. The last time, we had practically swept the entire supply.
It was frustrating to have such a money-making opportunity and not be able to take advantage of it.
While I was lamenting, Gehardt, supervising the wool fabric cart, approached and spoke.
“Consort. The young owner of the wool fabric shop said that next time, he hopes Your Highness will come personally.”
“Personally?”
“Yes. He wants to renegotiate the terms and seems likely to offer a better price next time. Ha, perhaps because we purchase in such large quantities.”
Gehardt seemed pleased as he tapped the sword at his waist.
“This is all thanks to Your Highness’s skill.”
“Oh, really? Very well. I will go with you next time.”
I smiled brightly and nodded. As we prepared to leave, I saw Sir Johannes approaching Gehardt beside the wool cart. Without thinking, I glanced over, and he suddenly poked Gehardt in the side with his elbow.
“Why are you passing on such words?”
“Huh? Should I not?”
Gehardt looked confused, while Sir Johannes and Sir Mildred, who came along, were frowning in displeasure.
I watched the three of them in curiosity.
Then, from a nearby corner of the deck, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
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