RYH 06

CHAPTER 06

Even those who initially refused to work in the Voltamir region changed their minds thanks to Rosnelli’s exceptionally generous treatment of her employees. Seeing how some even declared they would dedicate their lives to working there, it became clear that the best way to motivate people was, indeed, money.

More importantly, Rosnelli never bothered to respond to the countless rumors about her. She simply maintained silence and a calm smile. This only drew more attention to her, and many people found themselves hoping she would say something—anything.

Instead of words, however, Rosnelli gave her answer through her flawless, egg-smooth, porcelain-like skin. She had already been famous for her beauty, but now, with her radiant, glowing complexion refined by the hot springs, even the nobles who used to whisper that she had gone mad for building a bathhouse in an era where people believed bathing could kill you began to grow curious.

In fact, months before Silentium’s completion, Rosnelli attended every banquet and social gathering she could with Natasha.

Former Crown Princess. Divorcee. Bathhouse. Proprietor.

Just listing the keywords associated with her was enough to attract attention. Rosnelli made full use of her “divorcee” label—wherever she went, she became the center of attention, and everyone was eager to speak with her.

“Lady Rosnelli, is it true, as the rumors say, that His Highness the Crown Prince…? Oh my—wait a moment, how is your skin glowing like that?”

“What did you apply? How can powder look so dewy?”

“Lady Rosnelli, what is that lovely scent? Did you change your perfume?”

Even in an era where not washing was the norm, people—regardless of gender—still cared about beauty.

Whenever asked, Rosnelli calmly replied:

“No, I don’t use powder or perfume. This glow and scent are simply natural. Though, of course, I’ve put quite a bit of effort into maintaining it.”

“Maintaining it? What do you mean?”

“Well… you’ve all heard the rumors, haven’t you?”

Thanks to her relentless self-promotion, the grand opening day of Silentium de Rose had finally arrived.

“Do you think many people will come?”

On the way to the central hall where the opening ceremony would take place, Natasha asked nervously. Rosnelli felt the same tension.

“Well, if they don’t come, that’s their loss. They’d be turning down paradise on earth.”

Before the official opening, invitations had been sent to all the nobles. Whether they would come or not was uncertain.

If they don’t come, they’ll just live their lives filthy and smelly and die of disease, she thought—but wisely kept that to herself, knowing Natasha would faint if she said it aloud.

They reached the doors to the central hall. Natasha grabbed the handle and met Rosnelli’s eyes as she took a quiet breath. Rosnelli nodded, and Natasha opened the doors.

Several nobles were already waiting inside.

Rosnelli slowly walked up to the prepared stage. The turnout wasn’t huge—perhaps half of those invited—but she smiled, satisfied.

“Thank you all for coming.”

She had been worried. Even if a ducal daughter sent invitations, nobles who believed bathing could kill them wouldn’t attend just to curry favor—especially when many saw her as a discarded Crown Princess.

After all, these were people who hadn’t properly washed for decades. Even among those wanting to impress the Ferdi family, very few would go so far as to bathe.

Even her own parents had hesitated.

Still, more people had come than expected—that was enough.

After a brief speech, Rosnelli had staff distribute change-of-clothes tunics. Some nobles looked confused at first, unsure about wrapping themselves in such simple garments, but once they saw how the fabric draped naturally and accentuated their figures, many exchanged satisfied smiles.

Of course, some felt awkward without their panniers, ruffles, and embroidery.

After changing into a tunic herself, Rosnelli gathered everyone in the central hall and personally explained how the hot spring worked. Gradually, even those who feared water heated by geothermal energy—not fire—began to relax, cautiously dipping their feet in.

Thus, the opening ceremony concluded smoothly.

Two weeks later, the official opening day arrived.

“Milady! You have to come see this—quickly!”

“What is it?”

“Hurry!”

Natasha bounced excitedly as she dragged Rosnelli to a spot overlooking the central hall.

“Oh my…”

Nobles dressed in white tunics filled the space. There were far more than expected. Rosnelli’s grin stretched from ear to ear. Natasha beamed as well.

“Milady, aren’t we becoming a famous attraction? What if we get too popular?”

“Oh, you… don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s only the first day.”

Rosnelli tried to stay composed, but she couldn’t hide her flaring nostrils or the smile creeping up her face.

This wasn’t just a passing trend.

“My rash is gone.”
“My wrinkles seem lighter.”
“My skin feels firmer.”
“My body feels so much lighter.”

Positive reviews spread among the nobles like family records passed down through generations.

Exactly three months later—

Silentium de Rose had become a major attraction, not only among the empire’s nobles but even drawing nobles from other countries by ship.

It had become so popular that reservations were required just to visit.

And just like that—

Rosnelli found herself sitting on a mountain of wealth.