Chapter 188
‘Marriage is an illusion.’
That’s what Countess Bosgruni once said during an etiquette lesson.
‘A kind of display, really.’
At the time, nine-year-old Leonia had been staring at an indistinct floral drawing, struggling to memorize flower meanings.
Amid the frustration of rote memorization, the Countess’s words caught her interest.
‘A noble’s marriage tells you everything about their family’s wealth, connections, and current standing.’
‘Doesn’t matter to me.’
It had nothing to do with the Voreoti, after all.
The Voreoti name alone was already prestigious and perfect.
‘I’ll make mine as extravagant as possible.’
The little beast, who had come to appreciate the joy of spending money, vaguely imagined her own wedding.
In the Empire, weddings were typically held in private gardens or temples, but Leonia once joked she’d hold hers in the monster-infested Northern Mountains.