MPBAGS Chapter 73

At the time when shadows were shortest, the Rohanson estate was unusually bustling - a place that would normally be holding its breath and singing silent lullabies for Evangeline, who would still be enjoying her late morning sleep.

Four carriages stood stopped in front of the estate's main gate, and the estate's servants were helping to move luggage from the carriages.

"You can stay in the guest room on the second floor. I'll help carry your luggage."

"Ah, thank you for helping."

"Hey, that fabric is dragging on the ground! Please be more careful!"

There were ornate embroidered fabrics, colorful textiles, and lace decorations. Even just the catalogs they brought because they couldn't fit everything in the carriages would require two people to carry, and even then their hands would be full.

"There's really a damn lot of it..."

If converted to monetary value, just selling those fabrics alone would be enough to buy an estate in a provincial territory.

Watching the procession carrying luggage, Raphaela found himself admiring it without realizing. Hearing that sound, the woman who had been directing the situation struck Raphaela's back. When a solid smacking sound rang out, Raphaela twisted his body and sat down heavily.

"That hurt, Misha!"

"Then I hit you so it wouldn't hurt? What are you doing just standing there? Hurry up and help."

"What? Me? I'm a knight though?"

"Then are they my porters?"

Looking where she pointed with her index finger raised high, there were colleagues wearing the uniforms of the Pharalos Knights — uniforms that commanded universal respect and made one feel solemn just by looking at them — who had become worker ants carrying luggage. Being knights with better physical strength, they showed no signs of strain even while carrying twice as much luggage as others.

"Uriel, Seraph..."

Even Jeremy, who found breathing bothersome, had been mobilized. Except for the captain who had gone inside first to see Lady Rohanson, there were no exceptions. Raphaela had no choice but to drag his feet and try to pick up luggage, but then stopped abruptly.

"Misha, but why don't you say anything to your brother?"

"...Michel is having a bit of a headache right now."

Artemisia looked at Michel as if she were seeing the most pitiful and tragic thing in the world. Still, Raphaela decided to become a water ghost, appreciating Artemisia's effort to soften her vocabulary since it was her own brother. Even if his head hurt, his body should be fine, so they couldn't just let that labor force sit idle.

"Haah..."

Michel was closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Raphaela ignored Artemisia's glare and put his arm around Michel's shoulders.

"Michel, what are you doing?"

"I'm breathing in the air to my heart's content. Perhaps because Lady Rohanson is here, it seems particularly clear and fragrant. It's the first time I've seen cherry trees blooming so magnificently. Though I desperately want to become part of this scenery, it's regrettable that I'm someone who must atone through the Pharalos Knights."

Crazy bastard... Getting goosebumps, Raphaela quietly withdrew his arm from Michel's shoulders.

This guy's fanatical devotion to Lady Rohanson showed no signs of improving. He was normally fine, but whenever Lady Rohanson was involved, the kid became like this. This is why I wanted to leave Michel behind...

"Just move the luggage and go back with the other guys. Your role ended when you brought Misha."

"If I was able to help Lady Rohanson, I'm satisfied with that. Sister, please make the finest dress worthy of Lady Rohanson. You're probably the only one in the world who can make clothes that suit her."

‘I'm not sure who he's supposed to be praising here.’

"Michel..."

Raphaela quietly observed the situation.

There were barely two weeks left until Evangeline's debutante ball, and there weren't many skilled enough to produce a dress in that short time. Due to the tight schedule, Artemisia wouldn't have accepted the commission if it weren't for her brother.

Artemisia probably didn't know her brother would end up in this state, so the shock would be even greater. That Michel bastard didn't even seem sorry to his sister. He had given her a total of three shocks: once when he was entranced by a Donau painting, once when he threw himself at a burning painting, and now becoming a fanatic of Evangeline Rohanson.

Artemisia dabbed her tears with a handkerchief.

"He's fallen into such a terrible love..."

What? Raphaela wondered if he had misheard and cleaned out his ears.

"Of all people, he had to fall for Lady Rohanson, who has such tremendous rumors surrounding her..."

Raphaela left the two who had fallen into their own world and went to the carriage to quietly move luggage. He should have just done this from the beginning. As Raphaela became a worker ant, Uriel quietly approached him.

"Sir Raphaela, there's something I'd like to ask."

"What?"

"Since the opponent is the captain, does Sir Michel have any chance of winning? Romantically, I mean."

Beside him, Seraph was also looking curious with sparkling eyes. Raphaela gave up on answering. He just wanted to quickly go to the captain's side. ‘Captain, our knight order is doomed.’

"You guys really should just move the luggage and leave immediately."

"Yes? Understood."

At least the fortunate thing was that they listened exceptionally well to orders.