While chatting with Lily, Isabel quickly learned the original surname of the maid with long, flaxen curls.
Of course, that was also because Lily had chosen not to hide it.
"—Drost?"
Isabel frowned slightly when she heard that. "He actually did something like that?"
She was a little angry.
Before this, she had always had a fairly good impression of Minister Drost. She had even thought he was one of the few good people among the ministers.
—Charles Drost. That was the name of the kingdom's Minister of Trade.
Although he looked old and fat, he was a patient and courteous old man.
He was always laughing heartily, and he was highly capable in his work. Most importantly, he respected and remained loyal to the Queen. Even when facing Isabel, who had been much more timid back then than she was now, the old man had never looked down on her. Instead, he had spoken with her as an equal.
At least, whenever Her Majesty the Queen complained to Isabel about ministers who were incompetent or disloyal to the kingdom, the surname Drost rarely came up.
That Old Knight was married and had children of his own. His grandson and granddaughter were even already attending university.
Despite being so old, he had still been fooling around with prostitutes outside and left behind a child barely older than his own grandchildren.
It had to be known that Isabel even had a classmate the same age as her—the granddaughter of Drost.
She was nineteen and in her second year.
Miss Lily, meanwhile, was twenty-six and in her first year.
But in terms of their relationship, Lily could technically be considered her great-aunt.
And when the other woman had come knocking with the child, old Drost had directly sent his fourteen-year-old illegitimate daughter