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Chapter 59:

    Chapter 59:


    Yes. So I was curious about what the smell of wild strawberries is like.


    At this, Roy offered the fruit in his hand with a broad smile.


    Youll know once you try it.


    She didnt know about the smell, but the taste was sweet and sour, which was quite delicious.


    <i>So it wasnt an insult.</i>


    Subtly paying attention to Elsas remark, Juliet decided to give Elsa a higher evaluation after tasting the wild strawberries.


    Feeling good after eating something sweet, Juliet, who was walking side by side with the carriage, started to ask Roy various things.


    What does the forest look like?


    Is there a castle?


    What do you call those clothes?


    Eshel, who suddenly appeared from somewhere, joined in and helped to inundate Roy with questions.


    Flustered by the barrage of questions, Roy asked:


    What about Juliet?


    Theres not much to talk about me


    She couldnt talk about the North either.


    Juliet chose a fairly safe topic after contemting for a while.


    In the capital, we hold a ball called Adorable Bluebell during the summer social season.


    Adorable Bluebell. The Bluebell Ball.


    This grandly named ball, held only for seven nights inte summer, was the event the Empress was most proud of.


    Adorable Bluebell was also a long-standing hobby of the Empress, who had a girlish side.


    Although any adult men and women over the age of eighteen can participate, the actual age group that attends is mainly young, unmarried nobles, both male and female.


    Its a bit childish, but fun.


    They wear masks or costumes, and dress more mboyantly than usual.


    They ce bell-shaped sculptures all over the venue and turn on a lot of blue lights.


    So it was more like arge-scale themed salon aimed at a younger age group, rather than the usual serious or formal balls.


    The person who receives the most flowers bes the Bluebell of the day. Then, anyone who attends the party has to listen to what the Bluebell of the day wants.


    It was quite a deliberate rule.


    A costume ball targeting young, unmarried men and women in the middle of summer.


    It seemed to have been set up to encourage a match.


    So if you receive a confession, you cant refuse it?


    Gray, who had somehow approached and been listening, asked rather seriously.


    Thats right. Theres a saying that a pair made at the Bluebell ball will be happy for a long time.


    Its probably a superstition.


    More urately, it meant that the Empress was pleased to see couples forming like that.


    But then Roy, who had been quietly listening, tilted his head and asked an unexpected question.


    Has Juliet ever been the Bluebell?


    Ah


    Juliet paused for a moment.


    She remembered the first andst time she had attended the Bluebell Ball, seven years ago. At that years ball, she


    <i>Received the Bluebell crown.</i>


    <i>Is this not how its done?</i>


    He was probably the most rude partner in history. That man.


    <i>You are todays Bluebell,</i> he had determined so recklessly.


    Juliet found herself faintly smiling without realizing it. But then, the tradition that a pair made at the Bluebell Ball would be forever happy


    <i>Its a superstition.</i>


    Juliet blinked slowly.


    * * *


    Upon arrival in Carcassonne, Juliet was instructed to stay indoors until she waspletely healed.


    The residence of the Red King, Lionel Lebatan, was an elegant mansion with a red gabled roof, but the atmosphere was always grim due to its upants.


    Unable to go outside and with nothing to do, Juliet stumbled upon something strange while tidying up.


    <i>Thump!</i>


    <i>Roll.</i>


    It was a ck, round object found amongst her clothes.


    <i>What is this?</i>


    Ah.


    Then Juliet remembered.


    Canabel Vige!


    She hadpletely forgotten due to herck of clues.


    She had abandoned all the mana stones scattered in the ravine at that time and only brought this one back. However


    It seemed smaller then, didnt it?


    It was definitely small enough to fit in her pocket at the time, but now it had grown to a slightly ufortable size to hold with one hand.


    Juliet looked at the shiny sphere with suspicion. She couldnt feel any special power like magic or divinity.


    In other words, it was neither a magical tool nor a sacred relic.


    <i>So what is this?</i>


    Miss Juliet, where did thise from?


    As Juliet examined the round object, Eshel, who was passing by in the hallway, interjected as if interested.


    If you wish, I can sell it for a good price.


    At Eshels subtly persuasive tone, Juliets eyes narrowed with suspicion.


    Do you know what this is?


    Its the monsters egg.


    Juliet was momentarily perplexed at his excessively clear answer.


    <i>This is a monster egg? So I threw away the mana stones and picked up a monster egg?</i>


    Isnt that dangerous?


    The more dangerous it is, the higher the price.


    Eshel spoke ominously.


    We need to get it appraised to see exactly whats inside But I think it would be more beneficial for you to just sell it.


    Why?


    Miss, do you not remember what was in that dungeon?


    It was a snake. A veryrge snake monster.


    Recalling the memory briefly, Juliet shivered. Even if she kept it, it didnt seem meaningful considering such a snake monster woulde out.


    <i>But</i>


    But she had heard that monster eggs look the same regardless of the species when they are in the egg state.


    In other words, you cant tell what kind of beast is inside just by looking at the outside. Although it was taken from a snake den, what was in the egg could have been a different monster.


    Juliet was curious about what woulde out of the egg.


    Will you not sell it?


    No.


    It would still be good to get it appraised. Would you like to go to the auction house?


    Is there a monster auction house here?


    Juliet showed curiosity.


    Its not a monster auction house, but a ck market. Sacred relics and magical tools are traded there, and monster eggs often appear.


    Then Eshel lowered his voice.


    The elder is having a lot of trouble because of the ck market these days.


    By elder, he meant Juliets grandfather, Lionel Lebatan.


    It was surprising that even someone with such influence had a difficult problem to solve.


    Why?


    Recently, small fries have been infiltrating the ck market, muddying the waters.


    Small fries?


    Scammers.


    Ah.


    ording to Eshelrid, they woulde into the auction house, disguise low-quality items as high-quality ones, or sell fake sacred relics and magical tools as real ones.


    Because of this,ints from people who were deceived and bought goods wereing in, affecting the whole of Carcassonne negatively.


    We are trying to crack down but its hard to tell at a nce whether something is a sacred relic or a magic artifact.


    Even a big shot in the underworld would have various worries. Until then, Juliet had only thought so.
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