How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

ched the warm region.
The Acid Merchant had sent people to the border to greet the Biflten group.
As they were from the winter region, clothes more fit for the warm region were prepared for them.
The group from the winter region however didn’t have a problem with their own outfits.

“What’s going on?”

The merchant people were discussing amongst themselves but stopped immediately when they realized Ilyin’s presence.

“Greetings, Mistress.” They bowed politely and quickly pushed the clothes they brought deep into the carriage.

“I’ll take care of it,” Ilyin smiled kindly as she gestured towards the clothes.

They thanked her wholeheartedly as relief swept over them and before they left, they bowed graciously to her.

It was at sunset when the group arrived at the Acid Merchant.
The group from the winter region seemed flustered as they were not able to get used to the sunshine.
Even the usually nonchalant Aden seemed interested as he looked at his shadow that was becoming longer because of the sun.
Ilyin laughed quietly at their reactions.
It seemed like she would have to help them a lot here in the warm region.

“Welcome,” Acid Merchant’s Milo greeted them briskly.

The curt greeting was completely different than that of when he greeted them at the winter region.
Ilyin was surprised but soon understood.

The leader of the Acid Merchant was Milo and if he was too familiar with them in front of the people of the warm region, it would be revealing where his loyalties lay.
It looked like Aden thought the same as he didn’t say anything about it.

“The Viscount’s representative is waiting,” Milo reported in a low voice.

Aden cocked his head to the side, “Representative?”

His voice was calm but there was a hint of annoyance.
The group accompanying Milo bowed lower upon hearing the tone of Aden’s voice.
It felt like the air around them suddenly got colder.

“I’m pretty sure I said that I would meet with the Viscount himself.” His words echoed in the silence.

Milo knew that the Duke of Winter wouldn’t be able to use the divine power in the warm region but couldn’t help feeling his neck becoming cold.
It was the Duke’s words and aura that emanated that coldness.

“I will correct it.” He bowed and quickly went back into the merchant building.