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Louis XVI really has a mistress. Marie, who witnessed everything, wonders if she should rush into the mistress' home to ask for an explanation.

Info[]

  • Style: No dress-up component
  • Rewards: 3,000 Gold, 600 Exp, 1 Reader's Coupon, 1 Lantern Gift Box, 1 Clothing Materials Box

Dialogue Choices[]

All the worry and anxiety have merged into disappointment, and my hand freezes in mid-air. I'm not sure what to do

  • Knock
  • Don't knock

Transcript[]

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  • Louis walks down the narrow, winding alley. I follow behind him at a safe distance.
  • The sunlight shines down upon Louis' hair, and it sparkles with every light-hearted step.
  • You: (If only he could be this jovial in the palace. He's always so dismissive towards me!)
  • You: (What kind of person is this mystery lover of his? He's so charmed by her.)
  • All these thoughts simply mess up my feelings even further...
  • Louis suddenly comes to a stop. Caught off guard, I hurriedly duck into a corner by the wall.
  • He's standing in front of a house deep in the alley. It's a crude building, and even the door knocker is covered in rust.
  • Louis doesn't seem to care. He knocks on the door.
  • After knocking, he places his hand on the gift he's carrying. He's so excited that his fingers are trembling.
  • I'm anxiously clutching my sleeve. I feel as though I'm about to open Pandora's Box.
  • My eyes are glued to the door.
  • You: (Am I about to find out something good or bad? Let me see the truth!)
  • Flowing golden tresses come into view.
  • The door opens, and a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure steps out. Her golden hair is simply dazzling in the sunlight.
  • Beautiful Lady: My goodness!
  • Beautiful Lady: When I heard the knocking, I knew it had to be you again.
  • Louis XVI: I'm sorry to disturb you.
  • Louis' alluring lover enthusiastically welcomes him into the house. The door shuts, and I can hear her laughing merrily.
  • You: (So it's true...)
  • Shocked, I come out of hiding.
  • You: No, I must question Louis and get to the bottom of this!
  • As I approach the rusty door, I find that I feel no rage, but a different kind of feeling.
  • All the worry and anxiety have merged into disappointment, and my hand freezes in mid-air. I'm not sure what to do.

Knock

  • You: (I should knock! Why shouldn't I?)
  • You: (We're married, and yet he has a lover. He even visits her every week behind my back...)
  • I'm overcome with jealousy, and my eyes are stinging.
  • Teardrops land on the ground. I cover my eyes and feel miserable.
  • You: If I make a huge fuss about it, people will gossip about me again.
  • I decide to leave this heartbreaking place without knocking.

Don't knock

  • Pain wells up in me as I stand before the door.
  • You: No wonder Louis doesn't like me. That's the kind of woman he likes...
  • I try putting on a gracious smile on my face, like how Mother used to whenever she heard about Father's philandering ways.
  • You: To care so much, yet having to pretend not to care... It's too hard!
  • You: I really wish I could ask Mother how she managed to get through all those years.
  • I let out a heavy sigh, and then leave the place.
  • I walk dejectedly out of the alley without caring where I'm going. After a while, I notice music drifting on the wind.
  • Apparently, I've wandered to the Seine. There's an old-fashioned bridge suspended across the sparkling river.
  • A busker is sitting on the bridge, calmly playing a violin.
  • Traveling Bard: Madame, what would you like to listen to? It's just one écu per song.
  • The busker puts down his violin, and advertises his services with a merry smile.
  • Traveling Bard: Oh, what a beautiful lady! For you, just a livre will do!
  • I shake my head to decline, but his words seem to have touched a chord in me.
  • Traveling Bard: Don't be in such a hurry to turn me down. I have a tune that really suits you.
  • The violin sings of envy, resentment, sorrow and anger. It's as if a mysterious poet has encapsulated all of my feelings in music.
  • As the last note fades into the air, I can't help clapping with appreciation.
  • You: What a wonderful melody. May I ask who composed this?
  • Traveling Bard: I wrote it myself. Not bad, right?
  • You: It's lovely. You should go to the city of music in Austria. I'm sure they'd love to have someone as talented as you!
  • Traveling Bard: Haha, thanks for the compliment.
  • I nod. Recalling his fee, I dig in my pockets but I don't even have a denier, much less a livre.
  • I meet his concerned gaze awkwardly.
  • You: I... didn't bring any money...
  • Traveling Bard: I guessed that from the start. You don't usually come here, do you? You don't seem to fit in at all.
  • The busker shrugs casually. He doesn't seem to care the slightest bit.
  • Traveling Bard: You can treat the tune as a gift from me to you!
  • He raises the violin to his shoulder again, and produces a string of happy notes to bid me goodbye.
  • ???: Your Ma-... Madame!
  • Gabrielle's calling out to me. She waves at me from the crowd, and makes her way to me.


  • We get back in the carriage. Gabrielle takes my hand and talks to me gently.
  • Gabrielle: You were gone for so long, your Majesty. Have you found out anything?
  • I don't know how to begin, so I merely shake my head and sigh.
  • Gabrielle: We're friends, aren't we?
  • Gabrielle: Friends support one another, so please let me help you. You can confide in me.
  • Gabrielle is looking at me worriedly. Unable to hold it in any longer, I tell her about what I saw in the alley.
  • You: Everything the noblewoman said... is true, Gabrielle!


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