I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

The Grand Duke's nightclub is so large that it is not comparable to any nightclub you have attended before. It is the royal family that can host meetings of any magnitude in this country, but the grand duchess' will be the most luxurious because the royal family wants to keep the meetings to a qualitative level.

The venue is huge enough that my huge mansion is going to fit perfectly in, as well as halls and canteens, salons and playrooms where nobles from all over the country are likely to afford to enter.... I get dizzy in buildings that are likely to slightly exceed the annual tax revenues on Cardia territory just for maintenance costs. These were not built, they were made from the beginning for foreign residents who did not host nightclubs.

"Lord Eliza, there's a rare dish of Barkova meat! It's the Grand Duke's night club."

"Okay, so please be a little more sober, Lady Claudia. Remember the role of samurai..."

I can hardly even find the aristocracy I associate with when it's this big. Letting Berwyer forgive Claudia for making her eyes shine on the dish, she sat in an empty rest seat instructing Latka to carry the proper dish.

We need to get some chores done by the time we can greet the Grand Duke's face. Finally, it would be better to keep your meal in the meantime. ─ ─ I'm not used to these places yet, but my black eyes were shining more than Claudia.

"The caterer's servant seems to be carrying me to the table"

I lowered the juice with my labor to Ratka, who was a squire who came back with only a drink.

Thanks to dedicated service tonight, the samurai who brought him in can also eat and drink with dignity. They can join the dance if their husband gives them permission.

Nightclubs on a push through scale also have quite different rules. That's because most of the guests bring noble samurai and small names.

It is stipulated by law that the nobility of this country is of the proximal lineage that holds the title and centers on it, and Claudia, for example, was recognized as one of the nobles as the grandchildren of a Viscount with the Laurenzorel family, or as the daughter and sister of a knight, before assuming the Knight's reign. Berwaier's lineage, which comes from the aristocratic family but does not itself possess aristocratic status, is a division that has moved too far from the main family, and has been stripped of aristocratic privileges in his stead because he has gone through generations without being able to be newly acquainted.

These strict rules prevent the enlargement of the privileged class, but at the same time have aspects that complicate the treatment of samurai in the social sphere.

Given the status of the family, it is not possible to prohibit all servants from eating and drinking. But I can't tell if the highly educated squire is a civilian or a nobleman. Therefore, at regular nightclubs, only invitees can receive food and drink and participate in dancing.

"Lord Eliza always feeds me as he pleases, so it's just as usual for me. We were blessed to serve, Lord Bernando."

"Yeah, yes, that's right. Because Eliza is a very generous person. And then my name is Berwaier."

Listening to some nostalgic exchanges, I got my hands on the meal I had been serving. I'll insert the cutlery as a priority from what Latka cares about, what she's going to like, and throw one shard into her mouth at a time and I'll lower it down like a flushing job.

I'm going to have to give him this kind of special allowance after this.

I fed him as much as I wanted, and then I offered Ratka a glass of wine and tapped that arm lightly.

Latka, who was eating while standing, takes a step back. That's how I hit the little waiter who was just about to pass behind me from behind, so that they could fall.

Degree of light buttocking. The noise was not flashy, but the wine fell from the glass in Latka's hand, making a painful noise.

Marble floors and onto the clothes of the two of us.

In a hurry Berwaier jumps Latka and helps her serve. The service was slightly flashy. He nods again and again as he blushes with a little shame at Berwaier asking if you are injured.

As such, Berwaier next pulled up Ratka slightly cluttered as she sat down on the floor watching her serve.

"Absolutely, you're a rough guy who can't help it. How dare you imitate the mud on your husband's face?"

To that reprimand, who dared to suppress his voice, a curious glance is directed at him from around him.

"And I'm sorry..."

"This is the Grand Duke's hall, don't let the lowly civilians open their mouths without forgiveness. ─ ─ It was a mistake to make you a squire or something. Dirty even the clothes I gave you. Don't show your face in front of me again until I've cleansed you of the costume of your last name and the wine stain you're wearing."

Dare to calm down. Yes, I vomited that dialogue. The reference is to the figure of my father in his lifetime. That attitude, which cruelly afflicts one's own shelter without disturbing emotions, is something I found to be somewhat more cruel than ruthless.

I'm sorry, but Berwaier instructs me to use the Grand Duke's servant's equipment to serve him in a bewildered manner.

Latka, who seemed to have done so, disappeared from the edge of her sight when she was taken to work.

Now, until a few years ago, Latka had a slight problem with her ability to communicate, but can she come in handy?