I’m Going to Marry a Poor Count in the Middle of Nowhere and I’m Going to Work Hard to Reform My Territory

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Angelique smiled and said, “It’s okay.” as Frederick and the ladies-in-waiting looked sad.

“Please give my regards to Oto-sama, Marine and Francine.
And when the day of the wedding comes…”

Will it be ready on time?

For a brief moment, she felt uneasy.

But Serge took charge.

“We’ll contact you once everything is completed.
I’m very busy right now, so it may take some time…”

“…All right.
I will tell them that.
Please take care of Angelique-sama.”

Serge informed them that he had arranged for them to spend the night at the castle.
But there was still some daylight left, so Frederick said he would go back to Vignoa to rest and left the castle.

The group left the gate, leaving behind a small carriage and two white horses.

Angelique’s eyes and nose grew hot, as was to be expected.
Angelique is no longer the Angelique of the Montan.

“Shall we have tea?”

Serge, watching the carriage leave with Angelique, hugged her shoulder.
“You can cry if you want,” he said softly as he wrapped her arms around her.

Her heart beat faster.

“It’s all right.
I’m just a little sentimental.”

She smiled at him and said she wasn’t sad.

Serge chuckled.

“Let’s have a cup of tea and I’ll introduce you to some of the residents.
Then we’ll talk about whatever I want to talk about, including how things got so bad on the second floor.”

“I’d also like to ask you a few questions.”

“Ask me anything you want.”

“How come Bourg?”

Even though he had been disowned and given the title of count and a fief, there should have been better places for him to settle down.

Serge gave him a bitter smile.

“Let’s discuss this together.”