Undercover Infiltration Duchess

And another six or seven ladies sitting in the corner, a little away from them.

Looking at the layout of the seats, she had a rough idea.
The Countess of Devon is the one who keeps Ezet in check, the Countess of Ritten is the one who tries to get close to Ezet, and the one who tries to control her from a distance is the one who has withheld judgment.

‘That’s more than I thought.’

She thought it would be the Empress and Countess Ritten who greeted her, but whether the extreme attitude Edmond showed yesterday was the trigger, the wives of some families seemed to have changed their minds.

The ladies, who gathered to get to know Ezet even though they knew they would pretend to be Countess Devon, were all in poor family circumstances.

Those trying to pioneer a new path because their business has gone bankrupt have difficulty managing their land immediately, have a large amount of debt due to gambling, or have a bad reputation.
They were not very influential in society.
It is comforting to have Countess Ritten around.
Ezet sat down thinking so.

“I didn’t know there was such a nice tea room underground.”

“Haa, the ceiling is very high, right? There are no windows, so you can enjoy the chat without knowing the time outside.”

“Oh, but on the way, I didn’t see any guards or working servants guarding this place.”

“Because this is a secret social gathering place.
We originally have a few maids, but today we’ve sent them out at the request of the ladies.”

The Empress explained in a calm voice, but Ezet tilted her head without understanding what she meant.
Stuck close to her, explained Countess Ritten.

“You can’t leave vulgar things in precious places.
We asked for it.”

They’re vulgar things.
Who is served by those vulgar things?

Ezet was a little choked up but smiled awkwardly because she didn’t want to hurt Countess Ritten’s feelings for welcoming her.

“But… I didn’t expect the Duke of Jaxen to be here.”

The tea room is a women’s space.
Sneaking a furtive glance about why she brought her husband, Ezet waved, thanking Edmond for escorting her.

“Edmond, you can go now.”

“I can’t intervene in the conversation of the noble ladies, my heart falls, and my steps are heavy.”

“Oh, my God.”

Edmond’s specialty was to change the atmosphere strangely by reciting a word that would be neat if he just went out after saying hello.

“Edmond.”

“Yes, Milady.”

It is up to the wife to soothe her husband, who is still busy showing his affection.
Ezet sighed helplessly and turned her head towards Edmond, and he bent over and kissed lightly.
She heard a slight exclamation of admiration.
It was clearly against the common sense of the aristocracy to show off affection in front of people, but Ezet rationalized the current situation for two reasons.

The first is that the position of the Duke’s family, which is small enough to ignore the rules of the aristocratic society and boldly share affection, is unique.

The second is that Edmond, the owner of that particular family, loves his wife so much, so don’t treat her recklessly.

It was a sort of a show warning.

There is no way to stop Edmond, who has been in constant contact with them, so he decided that it would be better to take advantage of it.

“Then I shall leave so as not to disturb the time of the noble ladies.
Please have a good time.”

In a soft but never light tone, Edmond finished greeting and left the tea room.