Chapter 277
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At the time when the largest charity party in the eastern region of the Nesman Empire was being held.
A tea party was in full swing inside the greenhouse of the Nord ducal residence.
ââŚHouse Lambertâs party is on such a large scale. Personally, I much prefer cozy and relaxed gatherings like this rather than crowded places.â
âItâs true that places with too many people are noisy and exhausting, like a marketplace. In that sense, I really think I made the right choice coming here.â
Not every noble preferred large parties.
Although the eastern charity event was a good opportunity to build connections, there were also those who avoided such gatherings.
For example, people who deeply disliked donating for the sake of commoners, or those whose finances were not very comfortable.
Especially at charity auctions, one inevitably had to spend excessive money to maintain appearances.
Because the only way to know how much someone supported the cause was through their participation in the auction.
Most of those who accepted Rebeccaâs invitation belonged to the latter group.
Winter was a difficult season for both nobles and commoners, so they couldnât afford to waste money.
In other words, they were consoling themselves.
If someone asked why they didnât attend, they would probably say it was for health reasons.
âHonestly, is there any reason to travel all the way to the distant eastern region in this weather? Duchess Nord will soon be hosting a meaningful event anyway.â
âIâm really looking forward to it. And you said the venue will be the Conwell Gallery, didnât you?â
At the sweet flattery of the noblewomen, Rebeccaâs lips curved into a smile.
It was true that her reputation had faded somewhat compared to before.
But could it really compare to the former Duchess Bayern?
On the day House Lambertâs charity party was being held, the fact that there were noblewomen who responded to her invitation said enough.
At the very least, her situation was far more hopeful than that of Nina Bayern in the past.
Rebecca lowered her eyes halfway, pretending to feel shy as she spoke.
âPlease donât expect too much. Iâm worried I might not meet everyoneâs expectations.â
At her humble remark, the noblewomen playfully scolded her.
âOh my, too much humility can be poison, too. Do you know how difficult it is to reserve Count Conwellâs gallery?â
âLook at me. I tried for three years just to reserve it once, and in the end I got tired and gave up.â
Rebecca took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.
The world loved an unfortunate hero.
A left-handed painter who succeeded despite adversity.
She planned to hold Emilâs solo exhibition at that very place, the gallery that House Bayern had reserved.
âIn that sense, Iâm truly so envious of Duchess Nord. That child, you said heâs sixteen?â
Rebecca nodded with a gentle smile.
âHeâs truly a terrifying talent. If he captivated Count Conwell at that age, thereâs no need to say more. Iâm really curious how far he will grow in the future.â
Rebecca was also looking forward to it.
Not so much how far Emilâs talent would grow, but rather how much money it would bring.
She expected that he would become even more famous than Henry.
Even now, she had heard that Emilâs name was quietly spreading among painting collectors.
Emil would be the youngest painter ever to hold an exhibition at the Conwell Gallery, so wouldnât each of his paintings carry enormous value?
âIf the proceeds from the sales are donated entirely to the Delphinium FoundationâŚâ
Her emerald eyes darkened with greed.
After all, the Delphinium Foundation belonged to her maternal grandfather.
âThat money will eventually return to my pocket anyway, but who would know that.â
Honor and wealth.
She would catch both rabbits with one hand.
âStill, if thereâs one thing that bothers meâŚâ
She hadnât yet received confirmation of the reservation date from Count Conwell.
ââŚNothing will happen.â
Count Conwell had coveted Emilâs paintings so much.
And she had heard that he was extremely satisfied after receiving one, so a reply would probably come soon.
Rebecca lightly bit her lip and frowned.
âBut when exactly will the guardianship trial begin?â
