My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 57
So the tutors of the Kellefelt family didn’t teach typical academic subjects but emphasized the importance of money, money, and more money.
It was rumored that they taught about money before words, addition before language, and how to spot a scammer before physical fitness.
“The guild master once visited our home.”
I remember secretly seeing his face back then.
The current head of the Kellefelt Guild was not someone to be trifled with.
Contrary to the public image of the guild as misers obsessed with money, they never engaged in dirty deals and particularly detested slave trading.
Even before the current emperor officially abolished the illegal trading of non-human species, Kellefelt never touched the black market.
Because of this, Kellefelt was seen as inflexible for a guild of its time.
However, this also gave them the image of a sophisticated guild dealing with high-quality goods, without the stigma of selling stolen or low-quality items.
This brought them significant long-term benefits.
“Kellefelt’s goods? Then you can trust them.”
This perception of trustworthiness grew around Kellefelt.
Trust is the most crucial aspect of trading goods.
For novice traders who couldn’t guarantee their product quality, Kellefelt became the most desirable trading partner.
‘Being a large guild, they also settle accounts quickly.’
I wondered if there was any more information about Kellefelt.
I went to my desk and rummaged through the papers. There was a newspaper I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“Newspaper, no imperial scandal today either.”
As always, the newspaper didn’t contain the information I was hoping for.
“And this is—oh? Emma sent a letter? When did this arrive?”
The letter was neatly tucked in a corner of the mailbox, so I hadn’t noticed it before.
“Why a letter all of a sudden?”
[My Lady, how have you been? Emma feels lonely and sad without you. By the way, you mentioned that the mercenary you’re with is incredibly handsome, right? After thinking about it, wouldn’t it be better for you to settle down there with that handsome man…]
I half-folded the letter and read it again.
[…It seems like a big deal.]
A big deal?
As soon as I unfolded the letter completely, my eyes widened.
[Duke Lockhart is planning to inspect supplies arriving at the port, and it seems he’ll be traveling by land. Emma overheard that he mentioned visiting the estates he hadn’t been to in a while on his way to the harbor.]
A chill ran down my spine.
Who is visiting where? No way.
[Grunwald happens to be along his route, so there’s a high chance that the Duke will stop by the land where you are! So, if you’ve settled down with that handsome man, maybe it’s time to come back…]
I immediately ran inside the house.
This was an unexpected development. My father might be passing through this area?
Why would he choose the land route when there’s the convenience of teleportation magic?
“Grunwald is vast, so as an ordinary citizen here, I probably won’t have to face the Duke…”
But I had a bad feeling about this.
I went straight to the lord’s castle to confirm the facts.
“Lord, is it true that Duke Lockhart is visiting Grunwald?”
“Ah! Yes, indeed. But how did the lady know about this?”
So he really is coming.
I paced back and forth, deep in thought. My father is coming to Grunwald. And if we happen to meet…
‘If he’s taking the land route to see where I’ve been hiding…?’
It was a plausible suspicion.
All of my father’s actions had meaning.
“…What day is it today?”
Back at home, I tried to think calmly. If it was certain that my father was coming, to eliminate as much risk as possible…
‘There’s only one way.’
At that moment, the door opened, and Dale walked into the house.
“Dale, I have something to tell you.”
He looked at me with a tense expression, his golden eyes strangely wavering.
“Shall we go to the capital?”
Dale tilted his head in surprise.
“Isn’t that the place you should be most cautious of, Miss Enya?”
“The thing is, my father is coming.”
“Father-in-law is coming?”
Dale still looked astonished.
“When it’s just the two of us, you don’t have to call him that. Just call him Duke Lockhart or the Duke.”
“……”
Dale’s expression turned somewhat sullen.
