The First Female Duke

Chapter 13

Edith only got a tangible feeling when she got into the carriage - she was really leaving Taghmat and heading to Sofia to go to school. Eight years of her life, from adolescence to adulthood, were going to be spent there, and while it was true that she could go home for the holidays, it ultimately meant something different.

Edith knew that it was like turning a page in a book, and that she would be moving on to the next phase of her life from now on as well.

She found that she was unexpectedly calm - it was her mother's calmness that had infected her.

As she watched her daughter, who had grown up by her side, leave to go to school in a faraway place, Polina was of course upset, but at the same time she knew beyond any doubt that an eagle nestled in a nest could never take wing and fly. Letting go was the best option.

So she just smiled and said, "Edith, just remember that nothing is more important than your happiness, and that Taggart will always have your back." Then she kissed Edith.

Edith noticed that her mom might call her baby or sweetheart on some light-hearted occasions, but once she got to some important formal occasion, she would call her by her first name in an elegant and solemn tone.

Edith didn't hear her mom babbling a lot of details, but it was as if she heard a thousand words.

-No words were needed; they all knew it in their hearts.

So Edith hugged her mother warmly, and when she let go she broke into a big, easy smile:

"Don't miss me too much, mom, and know that I'll be back for the morning festival."

The Morning Sacrifice is the Chinese equivalent of the Spring Festival.

Polina smiled and let go of her hand, watching Edith get into the departing carriage, followed by all of Tagmart's servants and retainers.

In charge of escorting Edith was an entire legion of knights, the leader of the legion was called Basse, a valiant and powerful knight who had always been loyal to Willey. Polina looked at him, unlike the gentle way she faced Edith, at this moment she was a no-nonsense marquess in control of the entire Tagmart.

She said, "Protect the lady."

The knight dismounted, dropped to one knee, and tossed, "Sworn to serve!"

The wheels moved slowly, Edith and Penny were not sitting in the same carriage. At this time, Penny lifted the curtains, looking out the window at the receding scenery, her heart is thinking about the scene just now, Mrs. Willey kissed Edith, still remembering the first time she went to the study, Mrs. Willey's cold and dignified appearance, and then compared to the present, I did not think that this marquise also has such a warm side.

Put down the curtain, Penny will be the line of sight back, deflecting the gaze just saw Kelly excited joy face, she a meal, asked:

"Kelly, you're happy?"

"Doesn't Miss deserve to be happy when she finally gets to go to Sofia, or follow Willey's group?" Kylie said rightfully.

Penny smiled slightly, not retorting or picking up on it, and smoothly changed the subject:

"What kind of a person is Miss Willey, do you think?"

"Very pretty, very amiable, and not at all what I originally thought!"

Penny: "Oh? What did you originally think?" After a pause, she added, "It's just the two of us here, so you can feel free to talk."

Kylie scratched her head, "I had thought that a great noble like Willey should be all high and mighty."

"But only after coming to Tagmart did I realize that it turns out that Miss Willey also smiles at us servants, and her two personal maids are also very friendly looking."

Penny thought to herself, silly! Should we be scowling at us if we're not friendly? Knowing that a servant's attitude must follow his master's lead, it would have to be a surprise if Willey, an ancient nobleman who had always been known for his elegance, had done such a classless thing.

"You don't think Ms. Villey is high and mighty?" She asked rhetorically.

Kelly was about to answer when she gave a start and frowned in thought, half hesitating, "Not really ...... Miss Willey does tower over me, but then again, it doesn't seem like she's towering over me ......"

Penny looked at her as if she had wound herself up, smiled slightly, and said no more.

Sophia Advanced Academy was located in Canas - the main city of Esdara, if one relied on human power to walk alone, it would basically take more than a month to travel, fortunately, Nobia, as the core city of the south, was a large teleportation array away from the main city, which saved a lot of effort on the road.

Edith had thought that the other end of the teleportation array should be the bustling streets - the streets of Nobia City never lacked bustling crowds, in comparison, as the main city of Canas was not more lively?

But when the leader of the Knights, Basset, told her that he had arrived in Canas, Edith realized that the scene around her was completely different from what she had thought - it was more like an open-air plaza, and although there were indeed a lot of people, they were slightly sparse in comparison to the main city of a country.

As if she could see Edith's doubts, Basse respectfully explained:

"Miss, this is the outer city of Canas, and the teleportation array has too many people coming in and out, so it wasn't built in the center of the city."

Edith understood, think about it, a country's capital is bound to gather people from all directions every day, it's like an airport, outsiders must pass through the security check, Canas is also surely impossible to put these people into the inner city out of thin air.

Seeing that Basse's expression seemed a bit tense, as if he was afraid that she would be angry, Edith smiled soothingly at him and said understandingly:

"So that's it, it's okay, as long as we can get to Luxembourg before dark."

Basset's family had been in the service of Willey for generations, and they were loyal to the family name, as well as to the owner of the castle. As the leader of the knight's legion, Basset had been entrusted by her ladyship to escort the young lady to school in Sofia this time, and before that, he had served as the guard of the Tagmat. For him to be able to achieve this position at such an age, in addition to the necessary strength and loyalty, a keen eye was also essential - he could read people very well.

Basse had dealt with many nobles, but none of them had given him a feeling as special as his young master.

--She was able to listen carefully to what the servant said and responded sincerely.

This "attentive listening" was a very subtle state that Basset couldn't explain, and it was true that Willey had always been a noble with a reputation for elegance, and that they had always been very kind, but this kind of kindness was different from that of the young masters.

Basse didn't know what to say, he just felt that the little master was probably the nicest person in the world, and that she deserved the respect and submission of all.

Only to see Basse's legs knocking heavily on the saddle, holding the huge sword tightly in his hands, he returned very seriously and respectfully:

"Yes!"

Saying that, he turned back and ordered the knights beside him to narrow the circle of guards and not to let any stranger near the lady's carriage.

Edith cried and laughed as she watched him stand guard.

--We're just going into the city, why are we acting like we're going to war?

Canas City, Luxembourg.

Mrs. Clarke was asking her son to go out and fetch someone at this moment, but Young Master Clarke acted as if he hadn't heard him as he sat on the sofa with a thick copy of Origins of Magic in his hands and flipped a page with great care.

But Mrs. Clark was very patient, and she shouted over and over again:

"Bridges!"

"Bridges!"

"My baby?"

It had the air of Master Clark shouting to the ends of the earth if she didn't respond.

The teenager on the sofa finally raised his head as if he couldn't take it anymore, his light brown hair hanging softly and obediently in front of his forehead, slightly disheveled, and his black eyes with a hint of impatience, which properly synthesized the delicacy of his face and added a point of severity.

"I don't understand, mother." He said gravely, "When a lady of the Villey family comes to Canas, one can think on one's toes that there must be a large escort, so why do you want me to go and fetch her-I mean, what's the necessity of it? Is there any fear that she won't be able to find the gates of Luxembourg?"

Mrs. Clarke pursed her lips as if she hadn't seen her son's darkening face and said excitedly:

"Of course it's necessary! We must make Edith Sweetheart feel fully welcome in Luxembourg!"

As if he had heard some great joke, the teenager said incredulously, "Isn't it enough to show welcome when you have been tidying up her house since three days ago and have cleaned the whole of Luxembourg from the inside out - not even a crack in the wall?"

Mrs. Clarke took it for granted that this was only the bare minimum.

"It is more sincere to have you, the young master of the castle, there to greet." She said so.

The teenager's thin lips tightened, clearly unable to agree with his mother's remarks.

"She's going to be your fiancée" Mrs. Clark looked over at her son, whose exquisitely beautiful face bore a five-point resemblance to the teenager's, "What's wrong with you going to meet her?"

"Fiancée?" The teenager paused, finally putting down the book he was holding, Origins of Magic, which he hadn't actually turned many pages in.

"Great," he said with a skittish, slightly mocking smile, "I'm only twelve years old, mom, and this is how you shove a fiancée down my throat from who knows where?"

Mrs. Clark nodded, "Of course I know you're 12, honey."

"I also know that there are a lot of girls at your school who are after you - do you see me interfering?" Mrs. Clark concluded with a smile, "That's why age is never an issue."

The teenager couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Besides, 'what do you mean you don't know where you're from'" Mrs. Clark corrected gravely, "Willey is a famous and ancient nobleman of Estara, and your Aunt Paulina is Mom's best friend, and on top of that, Clark and Villey are again interested in a marriage, and above all, Edith is, of course, your fiancée - proper and undisputed." She emphasized.

"So, can I refuse?" The teenager's face was wooden and dry.

Mrs. Clark smiled, "Apparently not."

The teenager waved his hand in a compromising manner, he could never argue with his mother, flinging the book aside and ticking the corners of his mouth, he said, "So, what should I do?"

Mrs. Clark's chin lifted gracefully in the direction of the door:

"Quite simply, go and fetch your fiancée back to Luxembourg."

The teenager, aka Bridges, finally moved his dignified ass to stand, reluctance written in his black eyes.

But there was no way he could defy his mother - at least not for a while.

Bridges could only leave Luxembourg with a black face and a lead.

And at this time Edith and her party just happened to arrive at the inner city of Canas - the neat and wide streets were enough for three carriages to run parallel to each other, and the crowd was bustling, revealing a bustling scene.

Pedestrians on the street saw Edith's group and avoided them.

The commoners had their own eye for distinguishing nobles - the carriages were spacious and ornate, with jeweled tops and intricate crests engraved on their bodies, and the vehicles were accompanied by tall and gallant knights on both sides of the horses, and there were quite a few of them - they were nobles, and they had to be the oldest nobles in the world. The traveling of a nobleman.

So without the need for Basse to drive them away, these pedestrians spontaneously made a spacious path for them.

Edith leaned back in the carriage and drifted off to sleep, I don't know how long it took, but the carriage suddenly stopped, and Edith heard Basse's voice outside, which seemed to be an argument with someone.

Eh? She instantly woke up, did someone stop their carriage?

Edith opened the carriage door and peered out, just in time to meet a pair of black eyes - grumpy and impatient written all over them.

The owner of the eyes came from a refined teenager, sitting high on his horse, wearing what looked to be well-made regular clothes, his back straight, lean and nurturing.

Clearly, this was a nobleman.

When Edith looked at him, Bridges of course saw Edith, and the two of them locked gazes, the teen narrowing his dark eyes:

"You're Willey?"

Edith didn't understand what this unknown noble teenager was doing to stop her carriage, but being new to Canas, and in the spirit of not making enemies with anyone, Edith said in a conciliatory manner:

"Yes, I am Willey, I wonder why Your Excellency is stopping my carriage?" The young girl's voice was light and soft, with a hint of childishness that was characteristic of her age.

But for some reason, the teenager's face worsened when he heard Edith speak.

He blackened his face and spoke viciously:

"Willey is it, come with me!"

Yes, Edith assured you on her honor, he was "vicious", and with this fierce look, was he going to take her to jail?

Basset had been furious at them for a long time, just now when they were walking on the street, this young man from nowhere stopped them with his men, and now he's being so rude to their young lady, of course Basset could tell that this young man was a nobleman, but so what? When had Veli ever been afraid of other nobles?

Basse drew the huge sword on his waist with a green face and blocked in front of Edith's carriage, the knights who were protecting the back saw the chief draw his sword and also drew their swords out one after another.

The guards brought by Bridges took a look at this situation, good guys, also brushed and lit up their blades.

--The atmosphere instantly tightened.

The civilians in the streets watched the two parties of nobles confront each other, and seeing that they were about to fight, they hurriedly avoided from afar, and before long, the crowd that was still bustling just a moment ago turned around and these two teams were left.

In Mrs. Clark's original conception, Bridges and Edith's first meeting, not to say love at first sight, at least with the youthful beauty of a young boy and girl, the two first to produce a little bit of goodwill, and then get along with a long time, childhood sweethearts, this thing will naturally come to fruition.

To her death, she could not have imagined that her good son with people in the street ferociously stopped her daughter-in-law's carriage.

--- It was so close to a solid fight with the other party.