I’m Going to Marry a Poor Count in the Middle of Nowhere and I’m Going to Work Hard to Reform My Territory - Chapter 9

Disowned?

“What exactly does that mean?”

“What does it mean? It means exactly what it says.”

Sigh. A bad tally.

You’d be better off if you were related to the Dukes of Barnier. She realized that it wasn’t so much that he was getting a surplus as that he was just getting a surplus.

Angelique had researched as much as she could about the land of Bourg in the limited time they had for only one night. She read as many new geography books as she could find in the castle library.

Bourg is the northernmost point of the Kingdom of Alkan. Beyond that, it is unexplored territory. It is literally a frontier. The land is desolate and the weather is harsh. Perhaps it’s because the Alkan Kingdom is so warm that snow never accumulates, but in winter the north wind blows hard and freezes the ground. And there are no neighboring countries, making trade impossible.

Angelique groaned in the dim light of a lamp at midnight. She tried to find a way out of her poverty, but there seemed to be nothing she could do at the moment.

She had no idea what it was like to live on pristine land like Bourg, but if the land to the north was forest, maybe she could cut down a few trees.

She had also brought some seeds of a plant suitable for the barren land, which she had learned from the academy’s botany professor. Originally, she had ordered that these seeds be planted in the barren land of the Montan Territory because there was some barren land there.

But why did they disown him?

She was about to ask that question when Frederick, the family’s butler, came back to stand in front of her. He had just finished carrying her bags.

“I’m done with everything, Ojo-sama.”

“Thank you, Frederick, and thank you all for your hard work.”

“Angelique-sama…”

Angelique smiled and said, “It’s okay.” as Frederick and the ladies-in-waiting looked sad.

“Please give my regards to Oto-sama, Marine and Francine. And when the day of the wedding comes…”

Will it be ready on time?

For a brief moment, she felt uneasy.

But Serge took charge.

“We’ll contact you once everything is completed. I’m very busy right now, so it may take some time…”

“…All right. I will tell them that. Please take care of Angelique-sama.”

Serge informed them that he had arranged for them to spend the night at the castle. But there was still some daylight left, so Frederick said he would go back to Vignoa to rest and left the castle.

The group left the gate, leaving behind a small carriage and two white horses.

Angelique’s eyes and nose grew hot, as was to be expected. Angelique is no longer the Angelique of the Montan.

“Shall we have tea?”

Serge, watching the carriage leave with Angelique, hugged her shoulder. “You can cry if you want,” he said softly as he wrapped her arms around her.

Her heart beat faster.

“It’s all right. I’m just a little sentimental.”

She smiled at him and said she wasn’t sad.

Serge chuckled.

“Let’s have a cup of tea and I’ll introduce you to some of the residents. Then we’ll talk about whatever I want to talk about, including how things got so bad on the second floor.”

“I’d also like to ask you a few questions.”

“Ask me anything you want.”

“How come Bourg?”

Even though he had been disowned and given the title of count and a fief, there should have been better places for him to settle down.

Serge gave him a bitter smile.

“Let’s discuss this together.”