Meanwhile, after seeing off the prince and his party, the Marquis Benso residence suddenly became a hive of activity.
That was because Young Lord Alberto had rushed straight out into the garden and begun hounding the servants.
“Hurry! Get those pots indoors at once! The roots are already starting to freeze!”
At the young lord’s frantic urging, the servants in high heels scrambled about in a frenzy.
“And as soon as you get them into the rooms, wrap blankets around the pots. Ah! And don’t forget to keep the lamps lit through the night so they stay warm!”
Even after every flowerpot in the garden had been dealt with, Alberto anxiously gnawed at the tip of his finger.
“Ah, those are genuinely rare varieties! They were incredibly difficult to obtain! They can’t all just die like that!”
The butler who had been directing the servants turned toward Alberto with an incredulous expression.
If he was going to fret himself sick over the flowerpots getting damaged, then why in the world had he put on such a performance just to show the garden off to the prince?
Especially after swaggering around while spouting nonsense about a greenhouse that did not even exist.
But Alberto had his reasons.
I couldn’t rule out the possibility that Prince Morres might take everything I said at face value. I had to make it clear to him that I wasn’t…