|Gwyndolin A. Cunningham - Heir to Cunningham Family|
"Young master~ Do you want to feel good? Fufufufu~ This big sister will serve you~."
"Young master, do you want to drink so of our wine?! I will take the best for you!"
"Young master! Please drink our best tea!"
"What are you talking about?! Young master Gwyn loves coffee! He will drink at my place where I brew him the best coffee."
"What did you say?! Do you want to fight?!"
"Bring it on!"
I can only smile awkwardly as two n fight over sothing as silly as giving a gift. I continue to follow my little sister as she drags to the city after she hears a new type of food coming to this place.
"Brother, co on!"
"Yes. Yes. What's with the hurry? The vendor will not get anywhere."
"But the food will be gone if we do not hurry up!"
I can only sigh and smile at her behavior. After a minute of walking, we arrived in front of a stall that was selling seafood. Oh! That is a rather rare thing to see. Cunningham territory is a landlocked territory. We did not have a lot of seafood in this place as the only place we could have fish was the massive lake to the north.
The only seafood we get is second-hand goods from the north, but we rarely buy from them because we know that they charge us a high price even though they sell us not-so-fresh goods.
Both of us waited in line after I told the other people that they didn't need to give their line to us. It was a quick and awkward wait for . The people in line cannot stand being in front of the noble and give a ridiculous reason why they need to go and give us their place.
One man says he needs to give birth to a baby girl.
In the end, we arrived in front of the vendor. The owner of the vendor is a young man in his mid-twenty. He has blue hair and green eyes while wearing a light blue shirt. He is new. I have never seen him before. When he sees us, his eyes light up and say.
"Welco, young master! What can I do for you?"
I look at my sister, who quickly says.
"Octopus!"
"Coming right up! And you, young master?"
"Hmmm, I will take mackerel."
"Of course!"
I look at the owner for a few minutes before saying.
"Are you new around here?"
"Hmmm? Ah, I'm new in this city, young master."
"Really? Where are you from?"
"I'm from the Lionheart Barony to the west, young master."
"Really?"
Lionheart Barony, huh? I wonder where he got the fish from? Lionheart Barony is in the sa landlocked territory as Cunningham. Hmm, does he have a connection with the northern noble? Can I have that connection as well? I love to try to get my hands on so seafood.
In the past, I wanted to eat so sushi, but because of my disease, I couldn't eat any raw fish.
"Young master?"
"Ah, sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it, young master."
"Anyway, can I get your supplier of the fish? Cunningham County is a landlocked territory, the sa as the Lionheart Barony. That ans you have a connection to the northern rchant, no? Can I ask you to send a ssage for ?"
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|Vendor Owner POV|
My na is Verol, and I'm a spy sent by sir Jonathan to the south. I was sent to this place to spy on the Cunningham family, the de facto leader of the entire Southern Nobles. The rumor of their exploit has already reached the northern territory, but they still think that the southern people are nothing but a barbarian, and their clinic cannot be compared to the northern clinic.
I can safely say that their thinking is wrong. It has been a month since I arrived in this place, and I must say that the rumor is false.
The southern people are polite and friendlier than their counterparts in the north. Not only that, they are far cleaner. Many northern nobles did not care for their people's hygiene, resulting in unpleasant slls coming from their city.
Lucky for , the royal family has a strict rule of hygiene, resulting in a clean capital city.
I can see how the people in the south think more about strength than anyone in the north because they will die in this place without them. The forest can kill you, the road can kill you, and even the city can kill you if the monster wave happens.
Strength is a necessity for these people; the northern people think they are barbarian because of it.
Anyway, I decided to beco a seafood vendor, thinking that it would attract enough attention so I could et the Cunningham family in person, but it looks like I bite more than I can chew.
"Hello?"
"Ah, I'm sorry young master. My mind often wanders around."
What should I do? What a rookie mistake. I get so used to my job spying in the north that I forget to see the land in the south. I can't say that I got all the supplies from Verqur Duchy because they are the most northern noble in the kingdom! They are in the opposite direction from each other.
"I'm sorry young master but the rchant already has too many contracts he needs to fulfill. He is a small rchant after all."
"Oh? A small northern rchant willing to sell their goods in the south, huh? That is rare."
Balls! Of course, they didn't! Fuck! In a panic, I forgot that a small rchant did not want to go to the south, for it was too dangerous for them, and hiring a rcenary to guard them was expensive, making their profit almost zero.
"T-The owner of the company trains young n to be their guard, young master. To cut so losses, you know?"
"I see. You must be close to the owner, huh? For him to show you all of that."
"O-Of course! I'm his best friend."
"Hmmm"
I can feel a cold sweat coming off my back as I can feel Gwyndolin's gaze on my being. His gaze and intense eyes pierce through my being as if he can read my soul. I quickly finish their order and take the money they give .
As I see them walk away from , I release a relieved breath. What a terrifying young man he is. I guess I now know why Lady Catharina calls him a Villain. A regal and cold young man whose eyes can pierce your being and read your soul. That is Gwyndolin Alexander Cunningham.
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|Gwyndolin A. Cunningham - Heir to Cunningham Family|
"Brother! You should practice your smile more! You are scaring him!"
"Really? I don't do anything, though."
"You are glaring at him!"
"I don't. I only look at him working."
My little sister looks at with a cute frown before saying.
"I bla dad for this."
"Huh? Why?"
"He gave his expression to you. You have an angry expression! Even when he is not angry, he looks angry! You should train your smile, brother!"
"I can smile, you know?"
"Really? Prove it."
I look at her, and I give her a small smile.
"No! Your smile looks like you want them dead! Co on! I will teach you."
After we reached the mansion, Rachel and I spent three hours practicing how to smile. What makes matters worse, mothers co when we are in the middle of the so-called training and decide to get involved. Father even looks at in pity, as if he has gone through the sa torture.
Haaa... Smiling is hard.
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