How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 59.2
Gehardt’s eyes widened as he hurriedly glanced around the streets in every direction. Constantine, who was tightly holding my hand and walking carefully, scolded him with a serious expression.
“Gehardt. Just look ahead while walking!”
“Yes? Why should I do that, Your Highness?”
“What if a thief suddenly appears thinking we are people from the countryside?”
Even Constantine, who spoke so sternly, kept rolling his large eyes back and forth. Gehardt shrugged his shoulders and replied.
“Yes, I am from the countryside, after all.”
Compared to this place, even the port of Belforte, the capital of the Rubyere Empire, would look somewhat modest. Hezekia was not even worth mentioning.
“…I wonder if anyone would even glance at the goods we brought from Belforte.”
Sir Mildred’s expression was rather troubled. Even Sir Johannes, usually a composed man, did not look pleased.
“Indeed. I expected some of it, but I did not think it would be developed to this extent.”
“It seems they were not exaggerating when everyone kept singing about the Sarr Empire. Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”
“Gehardt! I told you not to gawk around!”
“Yes, ye—yes.”
Constantine, who clung to my side with a frightened face, scolded the hapless Gehardt. Tristan glanced down at him, his eyes slightly curved with a gentle smile forming on his face.
“Originally, there was no expectation to sell Rubyere goods here for profit. We only brought a small sample as a reference. It is better to consider what goods we might purchase here.”
I replied cheerfully, reassuring them. I had not anticipated the Sarr Empire to be this developed, but it was a pleasant surprise.
In the Rubyere Empire, Sarrian products were considered the finest. However, due to the lack of direct trade, supplies were always limited despite their popularity. If we purchased a large volume and shipped it back by fleet, we could bring in various Sarrian goods and potentially create new trends.
However, Ashurana, the capital, was as expensive as its reputation suggested. Arranging accommodations for the clearly exhausted Constantine and myself, I was shocked by the enormous lodging fees. Even paying them caused my hands to tremble.
“It would be better if only Your Highness Constantine and Your Highness stayed here while we remained on the fleet.”
Muttering sulkily, Tristan raised his eyebrows. I worried he might have been offended, and sure enough, he shook his head immediately.
“That is unnecessary. There is enough space for all of us.”
His tone was calm, but I sensed a hint of displeasure. Being cautious, I waited for him to continue, and he added.
“Just getting here with your body alone was already difficult. Trying to save a few coins could lead to serious illness.”
It is not just a few coins… but Tristan seemed completely unwilling to reconsider, so I had no choice but to book several rooms.
After allowing Constantine to rest in the accommodations with a few escort knights, we set out to find the shopping district. The city was so large that it was not difficult to locate our destination.
Emerging from a narrow alley, a dazzling street lined with various shops appeared.
From countless upscale tea houses scattered throughout, the fragrant scent of tea leaves drifted into the air. Spices were displayed in abundance on stalls, one after another. Turmeric, saffron, and dried flower petals filled the tables. Merchants beckoned to passersby, inviting them to check the scents. The spices, scattered by the wind, danced through the air like snowflakes.
Gehardt paid a few silver coins at a stall beneath a red canopy and received a small pouch of saffron. After a brief glance to count the money, he turned to me, eyes wide.
“Grand Consort! Isn’t this saffron more expensive than gold in the Empire? And here, it costs just a pittance!”
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