Grand Duke Roygar had a very perplexed face.

“If I go, I’m sure I’ll be busy, and I don’t have time to take care of you, so I’m afraid you’ll be sad.”

“Lies.”

said Grand Duchess Roygar.

“Is it because I am not helpful?”

“Honey.”

“That’s right. Like my sister.... It would be helpful if I was smart, so you would definitely have asked me to go with you.”

Without saying anything, Grand Duchess Roygar burst into tears. In fact, it wasn’t her sister whom she was talking about, but Lady Ford.

She knew she wasn’t born very smart.

She was educated as a lady. She liked music and dance, and she was good at etiquette.

However, her studies did not improve at all. Even if she memorized history and literature, she couldn’t quite figure out what this had to do with reality.

Moreover, unlike Marchioness Camellia, by seeing and hearing one or two things it was not enough for her to comprehend the ten hidden things behind them.

When she sat in the place where political investigations took place, there were many times when she couldn’t understand the meaning even if she listened intently.

Grand Duchess Roygar was accustomed to sitting with a smile on her face in a place where stories she did not understand came and went.

Then, when common topics such as food or drink or the weather came up, she intervened.

Then, her husband or older sister prepared delicious food and drew words of blessing from people.

And it was allowed anyway.

From the age of six her fate had already been decided as the wife of Grand Duke Roygar.

She was loved and raised beautifully. Her life’s job is to love and be loved by her husband, to depend on and support her parents, and to have healthy children, she learned.

And she was told not to rush anything else. If she ever wanted to do something, it was that she should consult with Marchioness Camellia.

She never had any doubts about the life she had lived, the life she was going to live.

Until she heard the name, Lady Ford.

Grand Duchess Roygar was accustomed to hearing the socialites in one ear and letting it out in the other.

Marchioness Camellia was always concerned that she would hear bad rumors with her ears.

She nevertheless heard it eventually.

Grand Duke Roygar is obsessed with the daughter of that nobleman.

Grand Duchess Roygar did not believe it at first.

Unlike other men of high rank, Grand Duke Roygar did not have a mistress.

While engaged to her young self, he did not have a single child out of wedlock until she grew up and married.

So, she thought, it was clear that these stories were made up by jealous people.

But it was true.

Grand Duchess Roygar saw her husband handing flowers to Lady Ford. She also saw him dismissing his attendant and sending the carriage away first to walk with her.

She also knew that he had arranged for an important meeting, which he hosted, for a nobleman without baron title, not even a family head, but one of the daughters.

Marchioness Camellia said with an unconcerned face about her complaint.

[“It was a performance, Your Grace. Even if His Grace the Grand Duke likes to talk to Lady Ford, he only cares about her wit.”]

[“I see. She is a witty person. She must be smart. Right, sister?”]

[“Yes, if she was able to attend the gatherings of Grand Duke Roygar, she would be a talented person.”]

Marchioness Camellia replied without changing her expression.

But, unfortunately, Grand Duchess Roygar learns of her sister’s lies.

She thought. Lady Ford is undoubtedly the kind of lady who gets along well with her husband and can advise him on what matters most to him.

[“There are plenty of people as smart as Lady Ford.”]

[“But.....”]

[“His Grace the Grand Duke has not changed from what he was before.”]

Grand Duchess Roygar nodded her head.

She tried to convince her. She’s smart and charming, so he might stare at her for a second.

Just as she sees a handsome man and sometimes whispers in her sister’s ear that he’s cool, so can her husband.

But she was different. Where she was different, Grand Duchess Roygar could not explain. But they were clearly different.

She had dreamed of a romance, not an arranged marriage, even when she was a girl.

But in reality, she never thought of giving a gift to another man. Without her attendant, she never even thought of going for a walk alone.

She had never thought of using power to make room, even worse.

In the end, she secretly went to see Lady Ford, even from Marchioness Camellia.

As soon as Lady Ford saw her, her complexion turned pale blue and she knelt down on one of her knees.

[“I am innocent, and so is His Grace the Grand Duke. I have never been close to him where dozens of eyes were not watching.”]

Lady Ford was genuinely afraid.historical

There was no more definitive answer than that.

It was all the responsibility of her husband, not Lady Ford.

So Grand Duchess Roygar returned home without saying a word.

[“I’m worried, sister. I’m so anxious. Lady Ford is so good. I am so envious.”]

If it was herself, she would never have behaved so flawlessly and brilliantly, nor would she have done exactly what lady Ford had said while overcoming such a status gap.

She complained only to Marchioness Camellia, and as she wept, she complained.

And she decided to forget. Because it wasn’t something she could do to hold it back.

When she heard the news that Lady Ford had died, she had no doubts.

She felt guilty because she hated her. But at the same time, she was relieved that she would never lose her husband’s love.

It was only after the Terry Ford incident happened that Grand Duchess Roygar knew that Marchioness Camellia had dealt with it secretly.

‘I didn’t mean to kill her. I didn’t mean to kill her.’

What else does she not know?

‘Because I’m not smart.’

So she wasn’t told everything. She doesn’t need to know anything

Everything she knows is a misunderstanding as an unwise brain, and the truth lies elsewhere.

Her sister will take care of all her dislikes, and her husband will talk about the future with people he can talk to elsewhere.

As the lid that had been forcibly covered collapsed, the accumulated doubts and broken self-esteem began to boil.

Does her husband really love her? Maybe he actually wanted to marry someone like Lady Ford?

As her sister said, her husband has not changed. Could it not be that he didn’t love her before and he still doesn’t love her?

It’s just that she’s the daughter of Marquis Luden, so maybe he’s only nice to her? Could it be that she’s just his wife because she’s the mother of his children?

Grand Duchess Roygar finally bawled.

The Grand Duke was startled and stretched out his hand to her.

“Garnet. Why are you crying? When did I say that?”

Grand Duchess Roygar then wept bitterly.

“But it is true. You think I’m useless for anything you do.”

“No. How is that possible?”

Grand Duke Roygar gently stroked her back.

The maids, not knowing what to do, bowed their heads hastily. Marchioness Camellia beckoned the maids to leave.

And she closed the door when she was the last to come out.

“Hooo.”

A long sigh came out.

In the end, Grand Duke Roygar will be defeated. Whether or not he goes with his wife is a trivial matter for Grand Duke Roygar.

There was nothing wrong with going together. He said no at first because he was afraid that the trip would be delayed.

But for Grand Duchess Roygar, her whole life was at stake. Because she had only her husband in her life.

It was a trivial matter for one, and a matter of life for the other, so it was obvious which one would win.

So Marchioness Camellia had no choice but to sigh.

‘It’s always up to me to take care of the rest.’

She must leave Skyla in the capital.

She comes out, thinking in her head how she’s going to pack her clothes, and her close maid rushes to her.

“Why are you making such a fuss in front of Her Grace’s place?”

Marchioness Camellia scolded her maid. The maid held out an envelope with a pale face.

And she said,

“A man named Ian Camellia has filed an inheritance suit against Master.”

Headache came.

＊＊＊

Another change occurred during Cedric’s absence.

There was a baby room.

“It is not too early to prepare for childbirth. There are so many things we need.”

Ansgar said so and showed the nursery.

A cot, armchair, and table for adults were placed against the wall. There were also small items such as diapers, wraps, and swaddles that were being made.

The floor was covered with soft carpets, and on the walls were tapestries embroidered with the coat of arms of Grand Duchy Evron.

“Her Majesty the Empress sent it. It’s something that Lord Ced hung on the wall when he was young.....”

Of course, Cedric couldn’t remember.

“The deceased Empress hung it while making Lord Ced’s room in the palace, and it seems that it has been kept in the Empress’ Palace since it was put away.”

“That’s something to be thankful for.”

Cedric patted his bare cheek. He was also installing a cradle, but he never realized that it was soon to come.

Artizea sat in the armchair with a weary attitude.

“Are you tired?”

“It’s okay. Ah, then.....”

Artizea hesitated a little.

To her surprise, the surprisingly active baby moved again around her right navel.

“.... Would you like to touch it?”

Cedric’s face was even more reminiscent.

He sat down on one knee in front of Artizea. And put his hand on her stomach.

His big, warm hands wrapped around her navel. Artizea controlled her breathing so as not to be too nervous.

Just in time the baby was kicking her. Artizea flinched.

“Ah.”

“Ah, I feel it too. It kicked me, right?”

Cedric looked up at Artizea with a curious face.

Ansgar looked at the two of them with a happy face.

“It would be nice if you could talk a lot more closely. They say babies hear everything in their mother’s womb.”

But the free time did not last very long.

Cedric’s lieutenant knocked on the door nervously.

“I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re taking a break, Your Grace. It’s not urgent, but I thought it would be better to inform you sooner, so I interfered.”

“What’s going on?”

“An inheritance lawsuit has been filed against Marchioness Camellia. And there was an allegation that Marquis Luden had murdered the eldest daughter of the predecessor Marquis Camellia.”

Cedric looked at Artizea.