Chapter 7

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“What do you mean? Don’t you know who owns these shoes?”

“Who wouldn’t ask if I didn’t know they were shoes? I’m asking you why you brought such worn-out women’s shoes with only one pair.”

Mikhail shows no interest in useless things. To be exact, He doesn’t feel interested in things that don’t make him money.

‘I can’t believe Mikhail brought only one pair of shoes. Igor looked carefully at the shoes again. Is this an important thing that I don’t know about?’

When Igor showed interest, Mikhail waved his hand as if to go away and asked a question. “Have you ever heard that a fairy lives in the forest of Edenhurst?”

“Pardon?”

Igor frowned at Mikhail’s words.

What do you mean a fairy? It was an ominous being in Novgod. Originally, Novgod was a barbaric and primitive land hundreds of years ago. Long ago, it was the land of those who carried their bodies on a boat and wandered around and slaughtered at random. Among the primitive beliefs they spread on this land, fairies were still the most believed by people.

beings living in forests or underground in a small and ugly way. Because they hate their appearance, they live in a forest near the village, pick up things that humans throw away, and make them their own treasure. If they meet a human being who treats them well without disliking themselves, they sometimes bring him gold and jewels in the ground. But if they notice that humans are using them, they curse humans and lead them to ruin.

All of them are ugly fairies, but only one thing makes them unique, their eyes.

While saying that such a legend is only nonsense from older people and children, Igor was also a person of Novgod, so he was suspicious for now. In the story, all humans intertwined with fairies have ruined their lives.

Igor carefully asked Mikhail with a serious look.

“You didn’t eat weird mushrooms instead of breakfast, right? Why don’t you just ask me if I’m crazy?”

“Then, isn’t that too cheeky as a secretary?”

“How can you say that when you know?”

Mikhail kicked his tongue and criticized Igor and saw the shoes in his hand.

Although it was old, it was originally a pair of shoes that would have been quite expensive in terms of leather, decoration, and shape. Any woman around here wearing these shoes would have been a nobleman or a wealthy commoner. He looked at the leather inside his shoes.

As expected, the letters carved with iron were seen.

He knew well why artisans left these letters on objects. This is to ensure the owner when something unsavory, such as theft, occurs. So, C in the front. L is the name of the owner, and the letters written a little further are intended to indicate which land they are.

Then the original owner of these shoes would be Lady Catherine Lauderdale from Edenhurst.

The reason Mikhail is sure is because she left her initials in Ils letters. Is because who would dare leave their name in Ils characters unless it is a Lauderdale from Edenhurst who insists on keeping their name until the end? What makes an incompetent refugee who crossed the sea so proud of their hometown?

Anyway, the woman who had this wouldn’t be Catherine Lauderdale.

I don’t think it’s a real fairy.

Mikhail recalled the person he saw in the forest in the morning.

At first, I thought it was a large mountain animal. It was like a big chunk moving in the forest. But as I got closer, I could tell it was a person.

A person sitting on fallen leaves and drying her hands and feet wet by the sunlight coming through the leaves. Mikhail did not approach immediately and looked at it.

It was quite a bizarre outfit. It looks similar to the tramp on the street that I sometimes saw in the capital.Even though it was not midwinter, none of the clothes were clearly worn in layers. The only thing that looks different from the vagrants is that at least the laundry looks like one piece of clothing.

When I tried to ignore and pass by because it was annoying to deal with a person who was mentally ill in the forest, I could see her hands and feet. In Mikhail’s eyes he was wondering if she was living without sunlight? They were white hands and feet like winter snow. Moreover, it is clear that it belongs to a woman who looks very thin and fragile.

The thin limbs looked weaker in contrast to the thick clothes.

I don’t know if it’s cold even though it’s spring, but women don’t have enough clothes to cover their hair with mufflers.

It was wrapped tightly. Looking at the woman sitting with her back turned against me, Mikhail wanted to see her face.

If you wait, she’ll look back at least once

However, contrary to his expectations, the woman woke up wearing the hat she had placed next to her. I thought I would leave at this rate, so Mikhail approached the woman without realizing it.

Then the woman turned away in surprise. At that moment, what Mikhail saw was dark green eyes full of fear.

As he looked at the woman, the woman was also looking at him. It was a glance carefully. It was also the gaze he had often experienced. Doesn’t everyone he meets look at him? With the expectation of getting something.

But now the woman’s eyes were full of fear. Then, as soon as the light of wonder slightly passed by and eased, Mikhail barely came to his senses and told the woman.

“Who are you?”

Mikhail was well aware of the fact that this forest was a hunting ground for Edenhurst and a place where people were banned from entering. What a bizarre woman walking around in such a forest.

Did she think that he would interrogate and hand her over to the mansion? At his question, the woman bowed her head and began to tremble to the point where she looked pitiful. Mikhail became nervous and talked to her again because she seemed like she wanted to run away again.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I just want to ask which way the Edenhurst mansion is.”

Then the woman struggled to raise her hand and point over the forest.

I had asked her where the mansion was at, but the woman did not raise her head and did not answer properly. I expected that if I mentioned a question aloud I’d get an answer. But Mikhail was somewhat nervous. Then his gaze rested on the hat the woman was wearing. Without that, I think I’ll be able to see her face properly.

Obviously, their eyes met, but it was a pity that I couldn’t see her face properly. So, knowing it was rude, he reached out to fulfill his desire.

‘Why don’t you take that hat off for a moment?’

But at that moment, the woman screamed and ran away. She ran out of the way quickly, as if a woman knew this forest well. He tried to follow, but he couldn’t even take a few steps, and thorns caught his footsteps. As if it didn’t want him to follow her.

Eventually, Mikhail gave up. He was annoyed. He had never failed when he tried to get something. The failure to taste it in an unfamiliar land created frown wrinkles on his beautiful face.

Returning to the place where he had seen the woman again, she was seen lying on fallen leaves. It was a pair of shoes that she left behind.

Mikhail picked up one of them while looking at the shoes while sweeping his chin. There was a smile on his face.

Fairies come back to look for their things when they are taken away.

Human Goods could be seen as Human treasures, so if someone took them, he would definitely come back to find them. Mikhail picked up a pair of shoes.Whether she was a fairy or a person, she would definitely come back to find this.

“Mikhail: are you listening?”

“No. I didn’t hear you. What you he say?”

“I was saying that the Countess’ reply came.”

Hearing these words, Igor was looking at him with an expression on how he could think otherwise. Mikhail accepted Igor’s letter with placing the woman’s shoes on the floor moderately. The letter was short. Welcome to the Edenhurst Mansion. However, we are not prepared enough to receive guests, so please come and visit us at this time. The date written was a week later.

Even if it was a mansion, there was no need to clean it for a week. In other words, knowing that Mikhail is nearby, he is telling him to wait without intentionally entering the mansion.

What did the Countess believe about him coming here?

“Did you think we wouldn’t even notice such a low-level fight?”

I was born lowly and grew up on the shore, so I guess it’s natural to know the insults of the nobles.

Mikhail’s calm words made Igor laugh. Mikhail was not wrong, but no matter what his birth or past was, Mikhail is the best colossus of Novgorod even Empress Dowager Illina, who is now at the peak of power is wary of.

It was all thanks to Mikhail’s cooperation that the Empress, whose name was forgotten by her husband in the first place, was able to rise to Novgod’s power.

Anyway, let’s move as the Countess wants. I don’t know it’s an insult and I’m invited, so I’ll be polite to you like a half-

Mikhail said, throwing the letter in his hand into the fireplace where the fire was on.

“I have to marry one of Lauderdale’s daughters.”

“What do you mean by marriage?”

Mikhail laughed because he was speechless even after he said it. Perhaps similar to that, Igor, who was standing, was smiling bitterly. Mikhail Sokolov getting married?

People who know him will be dumbfounded, saying it’s really ridiculous. That arrogant and cold-hearted person is getting married?

In addition, looking at Mikhail’s personality, it was clear that what he would put next to him was a bag of gold coins, not a woman.

Thanks to this, many women visited Sokolov Port. The most famous opera singer in the capital, the chief of the Royal Ballet School.

The women looking for him were not limited to those who wanted to share his wealth. In fact, as well as the women who wanted his help, the young children of the prestigious family sought a seat next to him.

Novgod is a country with a clear status. Ordinary people dare not raise their heads in front of the nobles, and in the case of him, it was natural that the nobles treated me worse than my dog. However, such a difference in status was also meaningless in front of Mikhail Sokolov.

I made a city as rich as the capital, no more than that, under my name.

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