The old French aristocracy pushes the cup and changes the lamp in the manor.

Some of them were large landowners who owned a lot of land, some were sea gentlemen who controlled many ships, and some were nouveau riche in politics.

But without exception, they were once bedridden, even one step away from death.

It's a Muggle version of an ancient alliance where the rich want to get in because of the resources they have.

The landowner, Richard Arouet, who held a lot of land in the country, had the glory of being a marquis in his ancestors.

He was also one of the nobles at this banquet, and the people with him were also nobles, but he came from a small country.

In this era when the power of the nobility is now weakened, this place gathers the nobility and connects all the nobility.

"A city needs to have landmarks," said Sir Richard, dressed in opulent attire, "Cannes is a place of entertainment, Marquis."

Richard was noncommittal, "Helmut, I know what you're thinking, and you need to understand my struggles."

"Of course I know," said the young baron named Helmut, smiling, "that was once the glory and splendor of Arue, and as the largest landowner, you are not willing to part with love, and I understand."

"So I hope I can make you change your mind." Helmut pulled something out of his pocket, a badge with a wand and a star.

Richard, who had been indifferent, stopped when he saw the thing.

"I'm willing to exchange my share for the right to buy, Marquis." Helmut kept smiling, "I know your child needs your help."

"Hope this thing can help you."

His words were full of seduction to lure Richard to reach out.

As a wealthy man, Richard lacks nothing, but this can be exchanged for a badge for Delacour's place, but he can't get it even if he has money.

Richard hesitated, his eyes struggling.

Thinking of the child's legs, he relented.

"I can promise you to choose where you want in the land of Cannes." Richard agreed, reaching for the badge and squeezing it as tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw.

Helmut took two goblets from the waiter, and he was confident from start to finish, and smiled at Richard, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity."

Wine glasses collide with a crisp sound.

Helmut negotiated a business, and he also thought more about the banquet.

"I've never seen the legendary Miss Delacul." Helmut was new, and he tasted this rare red wine, and said, "Marquis, you have seen her, and what kind of person is she?"

"You're beating her up Miss Delacul?" Richard glared at him, "She's not something you can touch."

"Of course I won't, I'm already married, I'm just curious." Helmut was even more curious about the person who could make a big man like Richard speak out for it, "Legend has it that she has the magical ability to hold the potion that makes the paralyzed walk again and the dying alive."

"She has the ability to call the wind and rain, the magic that destroys everything."

"Someone once offended her, and the nobleman disappeared out of thin air, and no one could find her."

"This manor only appears at certain times to accept certain guests."

"She is incomparably beautiful, the men who have seen her are crazy for her and willing to give up everything, the men who have a family divorce their wives and abandon their children for her," Helmut speculated about the legends about Delacul, "some say she is an angel, others say she is a succubus from hell."

"Too many legends." Helmut's eyes fell on the second floor.

This banquet revolves around the legendary Dracul.

Even the coat of arms he had given to the Marquis of Richard came from Delacour.

That thing was the share of potions, and Helmut, who was in good health, chose to use it to create more benefits.

Richard is what he is

Know the person who met Miss Delacour face-to-face.

Hearing Helmut's words, Richard glanced at the badge in his hand and said, "I don't know what legends you have heard about her, but her beauty and mystery will only be weakened."

"She is the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I swear that if I am twenty years younger, I will abandon my wife and children for her and give her all the land."

Richard said slowly, "I used to think she was an angel who saved my life when I was about to die."

"But I know she's not, and no matter how much I plead, she won't save my child."

"She's a just man, Helmut," he said, calling the young baron, "and when you see her, you'll be drawn to her, her mystery with deadly magic that holds your heart firmly."

"As a husband, I can't resist her beauty, and only by being a father, my relatives and blood can I control my restless heart."

Hearing him say this, Helmut thought it was exaggerating, but Richard's face was full of seriousness.

The legendary lady of Delacul, with mysterious magic and deadly beauty.

The nobles present, the ministers who came because of their beauty, accounted for most of them.

Recalling his wife, Helmut did not believe in such a person.

can make him give up the person he loves deeply and pursue a woman who may not be touched in his life.

...

Gabrielle Delacour tied a sparkling necklace around her sister's slender and haughty neck.

The sisters in the mirror are beautiful and moving, more delicate than the most detailed painters depict them.

Gabrielle was a little intoxicated, looked at her richly dressed sister in the mirror, and said stupidly, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

"You're just as beautiful, Gabrielle."

The corners of her lips curled up to make the man kneel, and Fleur's fingers caressed the priceless necklace, and she pressed her sister's hand dotingly.

Only on her body can you see the ultimate beauty from millions of jewels.

Compared to this beauty, any jewelry is just an embellishment.

She is like the masterpiece of Eros on earth, putting all the good things on her body.

She raised her right hand and walked past the jewel-filled box.

The badge with the change of stars lay quietly in a separate box.

Slightly press down some cotton wool on the velvet jewelry box.

Her fingers stayed there, picking up the badge of the stars, rubbing it, her eyes drooping slightly, with thoughts and memories.

"The sun on the city of wizards, your light falls from the stars on all wizards," she said, "I pray every day for the Witch King to come down from the tower."

"Do you know Gabrielle? She's going to the university you built next year."

"Look at that guy Draco, he gave birth to his second child, a boy."

"Cedric's children are as enthusiastic at school as his father."

"Kim is a professor at Ilvermorny, as you should have seen, he often goes to Durmstran."

"And ...... And ....." she rubbed her fingers against the badge, a lot of words.

She could have told the person through the badge, but she didn't.

Because she knew, that person would know everything.

It's like those lights, always in everyone.

"Someone else is waiting for you." She said, her mind returning to Beauxbatons.

That first-year exchange student deceived himself with clumsy lies.

"Actually, I know you're lying," Fleur said with a soft smile, "It's funny how Lady Maxim looks angry."

Gabrielle looked at her sister and had to interrupt her thoughts, "Sister, you're going out."

Fleur's fingers paused slightly, nodded and said, "Gabrielle, put it on for me."

Gabrielle took the badge and carefully placed it on her chest for Fleur.

She knew that this East

What does West mean to her sister, it's an adventure, it's a companionship with the king.

Fleur got up, her dress gorgeous but not bloated.

Her silver hair was pulled up, and her left hand had no other ornaments, except for a ring.

Touching the ring, she looked out and silently said to the Witch King, "Look here, the wizarding world is moving towards light."

"John."

The old Delacour dominated the powerful Muggles.

When Fleur walked out, the nobles hung their proud heads for her.

Helmut stared blankly at the perfect work of God, and he immediately understood Richard's words.

There is no one who would not bow down to such a lady of Delacour.

...

"A new extra, this time it's a hibiscus chapter.

The ancient Dracul, the dream lover of many nobles.

She is the first star, a relative-like being.

She and John had been chased by a fire dragon and had kissed the man on the forehead.

She was a warrior, with courage and a wisdom to be proud of.

She is the most solid backing and will not hesitate to support John no matter how many times.

She has amazing beauty, she is a winner in a relationship, she never abuses her feelings, she dares to pursue, and she is not confused because of her last relationship, and she is as determined as a knight.

She is able to perceive the feelings that arise in the stars and give them advice.

She was never anyone's princess, she was the noble daughter of Delacour, a person who controlled the whole situation and charged for the king.

Her affection for John was no less than love, and in her eyes, the great and radiant witch king was no different from the child who once lied in Beauxbatons.

In the same way, it still makes her pity.

It was pride, from the old Delacour noblewoman, to the young John.

The king, who sat on the tower, was also a student who had been lost.

Her pity was expressed from the kiss on the forehead that year.

She will work hard for John's ideals.

For she is Fleur Delacour, the first star, one of the most illustrious wizards in the wizarding world, a great female knight."