The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 27
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this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
The Niflheim territory had always stocked up on provisions to prepare for heavy snowfall. In case the routes were cut off and they became isolated, they needed to endure until the snow melted.
With a fivefold increase, they could potentially feed the entire territory throughout the winter.
“The strange thing is that it’s all preserved food. Salted ham, jerky, dried fruits, and smoked fish, among others. All are types that can be stored for a long time.”
“Bring the documents.”
When Igmeyer extended his hand, Jean stood up from his seat. Soon, Igmeyer swiftly skimmed through the documents.
“All the oil is cheaply bought. It has a low ignition point, making it prone to catching fire easily, but it lacks endurance…”
“So, she deliberately chose cheaper types of oil. Perhaps she thought it would be better to stock up on inexpensive ones.”
“Probably anticipating how harsh winters could be in Niflheim.”
The Princess came from a land of prosperity, so the harsh winter conditions on this barren land might have been intimidating. With the continuous cycle of snowfall, it was understable.
“As for livestock… chickens?”
“Yes, she obtained…. a thousand chickens.”
“Well, this is another intriguing aspect.”
Igmeyer squinted his eyes.
Internal affairs were now under the Princess’s jurisdiction. It didn’t look good for the lord to interfere too much.
“Shouldn’t you at least…stop her?”
Jean cautiously spoke, swallowing his saliva. Igmeyer, who had been tapping the documents, chuckled and responded.
“No, just leave it. It’s not like we’re short on money.”
“But where on earth are you going to put a thousand chickens?”
“Well, if there’s no other place, maybe in the master bedroom, huh?”
“Master!”
Unable to overcome his frustration, Jean raised his voice.
Igmeyer, who had been grumbling, shrugged his shoulders.
“Aren’t we fortunate that the Princess’s interests lie in oil and chickens rather than jewels or dresses? You should be grateful.”
“Well, that’s… that’s…”
Jean, at a loss for words, stuttered. The thought of indulging in luxuries had never crossed his mind.
As they were in the midst of this, someone suddenly knocked on the office door.
“Master, the leader of the Waldgren Guild, Ulmsberg, is here.”
“Him? Let him in.”
Since he had originally made a living as a mercenary, Igmeyer was quite friendly with blacksmiths and other craftsmen, unlike the nobles. He too, had been following Ulmsburg since his youth, calling him ‘uncle,’ so it wasn’t strange for him to come here.
However, Ulmsburg wasn’t particularly known for his affectionate nature. His visit without prior notice was unusual unless it was a significant matter.
“Your Grace, I’ve come!”
While Jean was still puzzled, a moment later, Ulmsburg appeared, smiling broadly.
“What brings you here?”
Igmeyer, judging that it wasn’t a bad event, chuckled and asked.
But when Ulmsburg smiled brightly, something seemed odd.
“Your Grace, you gave us Fenrir leather! I’ve made it all.”
“Made what?”
“Gloves. Flame-resistant gloves! You said they were for the knights.”
What on earth was he talking about?
Both Jean and Igmeyer turned to look at each other.vUlmsburg is the only one who is laughing ear to ear.
Eventually, Igmeyer had no choice but to ask again, narrowing his eyebrows.
“But, why do you have it?”
“Well, Madam brought it to me.”
“What?”
“Wasn’t it at your command, Your Grace?”
“…That was a gift from me to my wife. Why would it be turned into knights’ gloves?”
With each word he spoke, the air around Igmeyer seemed to freeze.
Jean, who shivered, quickly intervened to handle the situation.
“Wait, let’s calm down a bit. So….Your Grace gave Madam, Fenrir’s leather, and she took it to the Tannery Guild to make gloves for the knights?”
“Uh… Well, I didn’t know. She brought a gift she had received! What a splendid gesture!”
Ulmsburg, who had been watching the situation closely, belatedly smacked his mouth.
After a long silence that made everyone uncomfortable, Igmeyer slowly opened his lips.
“I do not give commands to my wife.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Furthermore, my wife holds the status of royalty. I understand that Niflheim is distant from the central nobility and other countries, so people here may not know much about royalty, but…”
Explaining up to this point, Igmeyer let out a slow sigh.
Yes, this was all his fault.
People here were too busy with their lives; everyone was on the practical side. The story of driving away and humiliating an arrogant noble had become a legend, to the point that the fear of social status was almost nonexistent.
The only family that people respected and followed was the Nilfheim family.
Also, the only thing people here feared was the evil dragon Nidhogg and the monsters it summoned.
If the Princess had made a grand entrance with a lavish reception, it might have been different, but she arrived alone, following the Emperor’s orders.
So, everyone might just consider her as just a no big deal ‘royal’.
