The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
{Season 2} Limiter

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The girl smiled when she saw that all her efforts had worked. Many people do their jobs together.

But before long, he was flabbergasted when a garment was thrown at him. He caught the clothes and saw the culprit.

The blond-blonde man who became the perpetrator folded his hands in front of his chest with his chin raised haughtily.

"Wash my clothes."

...~ The Atrocious Duke's Wife...

...Chapters ...

...(22) ...

"Damn it!!"

"Miss, please calm down.your hands will hurt."

"How can I calm down?! He's been acting on me!" I was upset while rubbing his clothes that had been hit by tears.

It was true that I said that I would wash it, but could she behave a little better while giving her clothes?! Don't throw and rule like that, he thinks I'm his servant?!

Huft. Remember, at this time he is still in his teens, it is certain that the man is still unstable and not yet fully mature. Shitty once.

"Miss Cassandra, you've helped us a lot. It's better for me to wash her clothes" said one of the women who had been close to me a while ago.

Then I immediately waved my hand followed by a subtle repulsion. "Ah, no need. I can be alone, I can't just tell you."

He looked worried, but before long he let out a sigh. "Well, if you change your mind, I will."

I smiled in response, before long he began to move away and help other residents to do the process of purifying water that takes a lot of time.

Of course, that activity will not end today. Since there was still plenty of river water left, it was certain that this would take more than a month if the residents were truly obedient following their new style.

Yeah, I hope so. So that they can re-consume water that has not been contaminated and poisoned.

But for now the most frustrating thing is, the man who was sitting casually in that direction.

It seemed as if there were no problems and guilt in his life, making me want to tear off his clothes that I was washing right now.

Yes, even though he helped the population a lot until the sweat flooded the temple, I was still upset.

It seems like if you keep thinking about it, it will never be finished. I better finish this first.

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Finally finished! God, how long have you not been washing? My hands are all blisters.

It turns out that washing noble clothes is more difficult than washing ordinary clothes, it is more tiring and draining. I'd better thank Reina when I get home for her service for washing my clothes.

"Done?"

Suddenly there was the presence of a man behind me, of course I knew who. "Yes, after being treated like a servant the suffering was finally over" I said insinuatingly.

"I don't think of you as a servant" he replied.

"Yes, yeah. A future Duke candidate is never wrong" I replied.

I could hear a very short little ruckus from behind me. Surely he's mocking me, don't mind Cassandra.

Suddenly I lifted up a small bucket filled with her clothes and water and then was about to move it.

"Hey, don't mind that, please" he said suddenly.

"Why? Didn't you tell me to wash it?"

"Have it, forget it," he added then took the bucket in my hand and placed it originally.

"This time you're being nice, you're acting a bitch. I don't understand you at all" I said, folding both hands in front of my chest.

"You're cute when you're angry."

"Of course I'm cute, because I'm basically cute-"

My eyelids opened wide when I heard the thing he just said, what does that mean? Besides, why did my face suddenly turn so hot?

It was all because of the weather. Yes, my face is heating up because of the sultry weather.

I don't know why I stupidly said that when it was winter.

Damnit damnit! Why am I acting this way wrong?!

"You have a fever? Your face flushed red," she threw out while looking at me.

I quickly turned my eyes and turned around, for what reason did I do it.

"No, I don't have a fever" I replied trying to focus on something else.

"Oh yeah, I have something I want to tell you."

When he talks like that, it would certainly be very disrespectful to not face him and respond to what he wants to say.

So forcedly, I turned my body back to look at him. "What?"

"Still with water, what if we split the river in half?" his proposal.

"Dividing the river in two? You mean we're setting boundaries in the middle?" my many.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

His proposal rang in my mind, what made him propose it? What does the river have to do is divided into two by purification--

Instantly I realized what the purpose and purpose of his words were. "What do you mean we can speed up the purification process in that way?"

"really. If we divide the river in two, the purified water need not be mixed with the murky river water."

"But to do that don't we need a container to hold the purified water? If we were to hold all the river water, that would be impossible. Where should we put him?" my many.

He did propose a good idea, but if we didn't have a container to hold the water, it would have been all for nothing.

"Hey, that's precisely my purpose of dividing the river in two. You think the population in this region is a little bit? Of course they can hold half the river water with the tubs in their house."

Arlen went back to explaining making me think. It is also true what he said.

"When the first half of the river water is clear, we will return the clear water to a separate part with murky water. Then-"

"Then, we'll do the same thing with murky water and the process of purifying will be faster, won't we?" cut me.

Before long, I saw him smiling sideways and lightly. "You finally understand what I mean."

"But, wouldn't it be more effective if we made more barriers?"

"Yes, whatever. Aren't you the one who's managing everything now?"

I smile. Even if he helps me like this, how can I thank him?

"How do we create boundaries? Doesn't it need a lot of workers and not a little money?" my many.

Yes, this matter is the territory of the Marquess Thrones. To get his permission to clear the water is difficult like flying into the sky, let alone asking for a fee? 

"Art of charge you don't have to worry. Everything is under my control" he said.

"Are you going to use your money? If yes, then I will not use this way" I replied. 

"Of course not. You think I'm stupid? Why should I lose someone else's territory? You think I'm a volunteer?"

He asked in a row. In an instant I truly acknowledged that he was well-deserved to be the successor of his father and become the Duke of Floniouse. Coupled with his ability in battle, he was like a perfect human being.

"Then how did you get it from Marquess Thrones?"

"Just trust me."

This man said with great confidence. All right, it seems like there's nothing to worry about.

Then, we said goodbye to the other residents and headed to the inn.

We will continue in the future, while implementing our new plan. It looks like the next few days will be the busiest.

...~•~...

After I got ready, I quickly rushed downstairs. In the dining room together, I again saw him sitting neatly at a dining table.

I got suspicious, because last night he was out before I went to bed. And when I woke up, he wasn't in our room. What exactly is he doing?

My mind wandered until I was unconsciously in front of him. He was already sitting neatly with a warm cup of tea that always accompanied.

Does he like tea?

"Do you like tea?" ask me to open the conversation.

"Yes" he answered.

"alright. After I eat my breakfast, we'll be back on our errands. Agreed?"

"I have a little business. You go alone, I'll catch up with you there" he said.

"Do you want to discuss with Marquess Thrones about the barrier we discussed yesterday?"

A sinister grinning smile suddenly printed clearly on his sometimes flat and hideous looking face.

"Rather to force," he added.

Forced? Was he going to torture Marquess Thrones to force the old man? Aish that's impossible!

"A-ah, okay. Then I'll wait for you" I replied.

He nodded his head slowly. Not long after that, I ate my breakfast. I can see him yawning a few times and his eye bags getting blackened.

"Have you been sleep deprived lately?" My lips are itching to ask.

"No" he answered quickly.

After that, there was no more conversation between us. Until I say goodbye to him.

...~•~...

"Ah, I've been waiting for you daritadi! You've been a long time."

The dearest statement and was addressed to the man who had just arrived before him. But the man was silent and did not respond.

Then the girl sighed to find a flat response from the man with the sharp nose.

"Hows it? Is everything all right? Does the Marquess agree?" ask the girl.

"Yes. He agreed, and was willing to pay anything," the man replied.

"really? How do you persuade him? Tell me that."

Cassandra's enthusiastic. Seeing that, Arlen could only remain silent while recalling the incident that had just happened. 

And how did he get Marquess Thrones to agree to pay the entire fee.

The flashback

A quiet work room. There was a man who was sitting in his chair while checking the papers and writing other important things.

Silence always faithfully accompanied him from there, until finally destroyed when the sound of knocking was heard.

"Come in" he said with a non-moving view.

Then, a figure appeared in the doorway and began to walk closer to the man who was busy with his work.

"Sorry for my sudden presence, Marquess," said the man who had just entered the room more respectfully.

At once the Marquess was flabbergasted, and she quickly stood up to greet the presence of a blond figure with blue irises.

"Ah, Lord Arlen. No need to worry, what are you doing here?" welcome the Marquess with a smile.

"I'm here to talk to you about something important, can you?"

"could certainly. Come, sit down, please" take the old man.

Then they sat on the sofa opposite each other in the room, with each cup of tea in front of them.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Marquess Thrones.

"For the first time, don't you want to ask about the cleansing process we've been working so hard on?"

The Marquess flinched, but she immediately calmed down and retorted. "True, forgive my guts. How's the process going, My Lord? I hope everything goes as desired" he said.

"Everything is going well, but we have obstacles" Arlen replied.

"K-kidala?"

"Yes. We want to speed up the cleaning process, and it costs money."

"For the first-"

"It doesn't matter, does it? Marquess Thrones?" cut off the blue-covered man quickly. "After you treated Lady la Devoline inappropriately."

"T-inappropriate? What does all this mean, My Lor-"

"You think I'm stupid? You gave the noble lady a shabby inn and no servants to serve. You think it's all worth it?"

After some piercing insinuations from the Duke's candidate, Marquess Thrones widened his eyes. He didn't expect that Arlen would know all that.

Stuttering, he began trying to string together words that could be used as a rebuttal.

"N-that's not what I mean. I-I don't-there's no intention to treat Lady with no pan-"

"Then before I came, you actually rejected Lady's efforts, didn't you?"

Again the Marquess was silent, she was just silent. Because no objection crossed his mind. 

"Therefore, of course the Marquess will finance this cleansing process, right? Count as compensation for the humiliation of the Lady."

Unable to resist and protest, the Marquess silently snorted a rough breath and could only accept everything by force.

"Alright, I will finance the cleaning process" said the Marquess. "A lot of anything," he pressed.

A groove of sly smile and victory was clearly imprinted on the handsome face of the blond bridegroom with his arms crossed.

Flashback off

"Hey!"

Arlen blinked his eyes when he came out of his daydream, and he again spread his eyes to look at the girl in front of him.

"Why are you daydreaming? Did you have any trouble persuading him?" ask the girl a little worried.

"No."

"Then how did you persuade him? I'm tired of asking that question over and over again" Cassandra said.

"I'm just saying that we need a fee for the purification process. And he's willing to pay for it" Arlen lies.

"really? I can't believe the Marquess is a good person either. Because as I recall, he was a very disrespectful and rude person," the girl muttered.

"Alright, then let's get back to work," the girl then turned around and intended to step back to work.

But his intention was confined when there was a check on his wrist that made him immediately stop.

His gaze moved from the check to the sky blue eyes with a twitch in his eyebrows that indicated that the girl was confused.

As he wanted to open his voice, the man quickly cut him off and did not let him out as badly as he said.

"New year festival" said the man.

Suddenly the girl was more confused, because there was no lightning or storm man in front of her discussing about the festival.

"Come to the festival with me."

...10.02.2021...