Chapter 6

I was serious...

Before I knew it, I was led by the hand by the Earl, and with Jessica and Percival pushing me from behind, I arrived at the Rockwell residence in the capital.

The street of high-ranking nobles' townhouses is vast.

The front garden that spreads out from the elegant gate is wide enough to accommodate two carriages in succession, which gives you an idea of its size. The Wilcox family's gate is small enough to be almost apologetic, and the entrance is right there.

The Rockwell residence feels more like a forest than a front garden after you pass through the gate... It's not as large as a forest, but it's about the size of a grove.

There is the main building, the servants' quarters, the annex, and even a chapel within the grounds, and of course, a greenhouse in the inner courtyard...

I visited the Rockwell residence during an inspection of the border territories, and it remains as grand as ever. According to the Earl's superior, this is actually a modest estate.

It seems that for high-ranking nobles, the size of their estates is determined by the magic power of their successive heads.

That's why the estate that Abigail received when she became a Magic Earl is larger than the Wilcox family's townhouse.

Jessica, who was still in preschool, once got lost in Abigail's house because it was so large. Perhaps because of that, Abigail and I, along with Percival, used to accompany her for a while... It's a cute memory.

The Rockwell family's lineage had been cut off for several generations, but when the Earl came of age, he was granted the title due to his military achievements and the recommendations from the military and the Magic Academy.

At the time of his ennoblement, it was an open secret among some high-ranking nobles that he was a bastard of noble birth, born to a baron's daughter.

The Wilcox family is a relatively new noble family, about three generations old, and the Earl himself often says that his family is no different from a family that rose in a single generation... but blood is blood, right?

As I stepped down from the carriage, Mr. Norman, the head butler of the Rockwell family, greeted me with a broad smile.

"Welcome back, sir."

The greeting from a head butler befitting a noble family... Starting with this person, the number of servants and how they were employed is all about connections. Some were even personally recruited by the Earl himself. The male servants of this noble family are mostly former soldiers.

Mr. Norman, the head butler, also had a military background. This is a characteristic of a noble family with a military background.

"Is Grace's room ready? She will be living here from today."

Upon hearing the Earl's words, Mr. Norman nodded with a restrained but joyful expression.

"Yes, it is mostly ready. After the consultation about the estate, you returned to the Wilcox family without even seeing the room you were supposed to stay in, and there was no progress on the wedding arrangements."

Patricia's gaze pierced through me as Mr. Norman spoke.

No, no, it's not like I left it alone. It's just that I had to prioritize urgent matters, and as a result, I had no choice but to leave it alone, Patricia!

In the entrance hall, the servants lined up on both sides to welcome us... This is different from usual.

I can see Jessica's eyes sparkling.

If it were just me, it wouldn't be like this?

Usually, it's just Mr. Norman who greets me.

Oh, today there are many guests, so this is the arrangement, right?

It's definitely not an arrangement to welcome a fiancée or a future lady of the house, right!?

"I have been waiting for you, madam!"

Sheryl, my personal maid, stepped forward and curtsied.

Whoa! Sheryl! "Madam" is a bit premature, isn't it?

"I will show you to your room immediately."

Sheryl's smile is dazzling...

"I consulted with the young mistress of the Russels and proceeded, but I believe you will like it!"

When I was shown to the room, yes, it was as spacious as I imagined.

However, the color scheme of the room is the same light blue as my room at the Wilcox family's house. The furniture and decor are probably twice as expensive... or rather, definitely so.

Still, as the wife of the head of the household, the room is next to...

It's not in a separate annex, as I thought...

Even though it's next door, the rooms are divided into a dressing room and a living room, so it's not exactly right next door. I felt a bit relieved.

Compared to a cheap apartment in Japan from my previous life, this feels more like a high-end apartment next door.

I was a bit nervous about living together, but if I think about it this way... it's probably okay. Probably.

"Do you like it?"

When the Earl said this, I nodded.

Yes... I'm very happy.

But living under the same roof from morning till night, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my mouth from nervousness!

Whoever said that beauty is familiar in three days, I don't feel like I'm getting used to it at all?

"Wow! Just as I expected from Patricia! She knows Grace's taste!"

Jessica started exploring the room, exclaiming...

"Grace likes sleek, large furniture. However, she likes cute decor. I thought it would be best if Lord Rockwell and Grace chose such items together at my shop."

Jessica immediately entered the dressing room to inspect the dresses.

"Wow! Just as I expected from Lord Rockwell! He knows my sister's taste! This one and this one would suit her! Amazing! So many dresses! I was thinking of selecting some from Grace's wardrobe at the Wilcox residence to send back, but it seems that's not necessary!"

When did they prepare all this... Patricia is smirking.

Ah, so this outfit was also chosen by Patricia.

"Even if we say 'appropriate attire for a countess,' the bodice dresses that Grace usually wears are still very suitable, so I will send a selection from here as well!"

"Wouldn't it be better if Jessica remodeled Grace's evening gowns from the Wilcox residence as she likes?"

"Would a darker color palette like Grace's suit me? It's cool, but I'm not sure if I can pull it off. But if I remodel it... hmm... maybe I can? I have some designs on hold, so I'll try them out!"

The fashion queens 1 and 2 are chatting happily... but where is my fiancé?

He was supposed to come with us...

"Jessica, where is Percival?"

"Um, it seems they went to the opposite wing with the butler and Vanessa, carrying a set of documents."

"Grace's office is also prepared there, so it's probably there."

What? Not in this room?

I thought it would be here because there's a stylish and expensive writing desk and cabinet!?

So, the private room and the office are separate? At the Wilcox residence, my private room and office combined are smaller than this room.

"Office..."

"Yes, because it's absolutely necessary for Grace, right? You might want to have meetings with individual business partners, and would you bring such people to this private room?"

Ah, yes. That's right.

I am, after all, the fiancée of the master of this mansion.

And while I have very few female friends to chat with at social gatherings, I have more than enough male guests who say, "Let's talk about this later."

Moreover, most of these guests are male.

I myself would never bring them to my private room at the Wilcox residence.

"Shall we go see it?"

The Earl's eyes seemed to say, "Well, you're probably more interested in that, right?"... I can't resist.

"Yes."

When I said this honestly, the Earl extended his hand and escorted me to the wonderful office.

The office at the Wilcox residence, with its compact desk, cabinet, and reception set, was nothing compared to this... It's like the office of a high-ranking noble's mansion, with a wide desk made of ebony, a chair, a wall of cabinets for documents, and bookshelves.

A comfortable reception set—soft fabric sofas and a low table.

"Wow, Grace, this is amazing!"

The documents I brought from the Wilcox residence were neatly organized by Mr. Norman, Vanessa, and Percival... and there's still plenty of space left.

"But Grace will surely fill up these empty cabinets and document shelves in no time."

Vanessa's words were so soft that I didn't hear them.

The day after a W workday is tough... I'm not in any condition to be useful.

And I only noticed the email from the editor this morning... We're in the final adjustments.

It's bad, "Well, that's that, but you should also try hard! I'm waiting!"

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I'll flip the motivation switch... Yes...