SCT-Novel Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Waste of Sweat and Blood
Anne looked up to the massive, regal ship floating on the lake. It can clearly carry a dozen of horse-carriage without a problem.
“Mia-sama, why don’t they just build a bridge to the island? That way, they don’t have to carry carriages and people by boat.”
“It seems that there used to be a bridge before. But there were too many disputes over checking admission documents and confirming the accompanying servants.”
No matter how wide or many bridges are, they are always a cause for traffic jams. Since all the students arrive on carriages on the same day, it was easy to imagine the congestion. Adding to that, the ones riding those carriages are children of nobilities or royalties, for whom the concept of “waiting” is totally foreign.
A mishandled dispute may cause the head of a supervisor to fly. Literally.
Similarly, widening and adding more bridges would be quite impractical given how infrequent they are being used.
“Even when they started carrying the carriages by a boat, arguments still broke out over the assigned cabins.”
The children of the royalty and nobles are people with very high pride. They would not allow for those families of lower or equal standing to have a better or bigger cabin than them. It was a nightmare for whoever was in charge.
“It’s terribly stupid to squabble over such matters.”
Mia said an impressive statement as if oblivious to the fact that in the past timeline she made a huge uproar on who gets to the boat first.
However, Anne, who does not know such a thing,
As expected of Mia-sama. She has such a noble heart!
It only made her loyalty for her mistress stronger.
“So Anne, could you make a survey of the shops here starting tomorrow?”
“Huh?”
“In, particular, check out for shops that sell items of decent quality at reasonable prices.” Mia said in a tone as if it was normal.
“But, Mia-sama, you have more than enough allowance that you won’t have to worry about what you will buy.”
“Of course, as a princess of the empire, there are necessary expenses to protect the prestige. But...”
Mia looked around and frowned.
“My allowance is derived from taxes. And I’d rather not squander something that comes from sweat and blood.”
“Mia-sama...” Anne’s voice trembled with emotions as she watched her mistress softly whisper...
“I can’t waste money. I can’t waste sweat and blood. Absolutely not...”
For Mia, it wasn’t a metaphor. How she spends money will literally affect her blood on the guillotine. Every coin wasted was another step closer to the guillotine.
“Half of my allowance will be sent to Ludwig. He can make good use of it.”
Just then, Mia suddenly stopped.
“Mia-sama?”
“That is...”
What stood in front of her sight was...