It was around this time that Agatha was looking down at her plump waist with a blank expression.
“Madam, we have arrived at the mansion.”
Agatha, who was getting out of the carriage, opened her eyes wide as she saw Enoch extending his hand.
“Did you finish training early?”
“Didn’t I say I'd come before nightfall?”
“That’s true. If I had known, I would have eaten together at the mansion.”
The man who had been naturally supporting her hand opened his mouth.
“Did something bad happen?”
“That’s not it.”
Agatha handed the fan she had been holding to the maid and recalled the thoughts she had had in the carriage.
“I’m starting to hear voices calling for a successor.”
The man, who had been silent for a while, came over and stroked her cheek.
“You are doing well enough.”
He whispered quietly, holding Agatha in his arms.
“If it’s uncomfortable, should we refrain from hugging each other even if we sleep together?”
“...!”
Agatha looked up in surprise. It wasn't anything like that.
For a moment, Agatha regretted handing over the debt to the maid.
“No, that’s not it. I just don’t like feeling pressured...”
“I’m fine with either. Being newlyweds is nice, and having a child who resembles you would be cute, so I think either way would be good for me.”
The man with a small smile lifted his lips from her ear.
“Don’t worry, Agatha. We just have to enjoy our honeymoon.”
A completely softened gaze.
Her heart fluttered as warm embraces and affectionate words were added.
Well, it's good to have children and to be newlyweds.
There was no sign of any anxiety about Enoch and his married life anywhere in it.
Agatha met his gaze, trying not to blush.
“You too. You’re doing really well too.”
“I see. Then I guess I should try to do better.”
“Aren’t you already doing well enough?”
“Now that you know, shouldn’t you do better?”
Enoch, who had just escorted Agatha to her room, let her go from his arms and asked.
“Can I stay in your bedroom tonight too?”
Agatha smiled and nodded.
“Anytime.”
“Then I will come back later, Agatha.”
Enoch gave her a light kiss on the cheek and turned around. He had just returned and was still in his uniform.
'I feel like I've been worrying about useless things.'
Agatha went into the room, had the maids look after her, let down her hair, removed her makeup, and then went into the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with water and flower petals were floating around.
“Is the water temperature okay?”
“Make it a little warmer.”
“I’ll add more hot water, Ma’am.”
As Agatha tilted her head back, feeling the water temperature rise from the tips of her toes, the massaging hands continued.
As the maid pressed the strong fingers up and down her neck from her temples to the crown of her head and behind her ears, Agatha's heavy body felt like it was loosening up.
“Yes, now I’ll wash your hair.”
Wash and apply toner.
Agatha, with her hands and feet clean, left the hot bathroom.
As she looked into the mirror, she suddenly looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
Should I wear a prettier slip?
While she was thinking about that, there were two short knocks outside.
“May I come in, Agatha?”
“Yes, please come in.”
As Enoch entered, the hands of the maids serving her in the bedroom became even faster.
Under the light that was neither bright nor dark, his hair appeared to be wet.
“Were you getting your hair done?”
“Yeah, it’s almost done.”
A man, his wet, dark hair brushed back, walked briskly toward Agatha, who was sitting on the couch.
He watched the maids for a moment and then reached out.
“Can I do it?”
“...Hair care?”
“I think I can do it well.”
Agatha gently placed a comb in the hand of the man who was looking down at her as if asking for permission.
“Don’t make me sick.”
"All right."
It was something she did without thinking much about it.
The moment he stood behind her, she felt a strange tension in her back.
Sarak-
The ivory comb dug gently into her golden hair, and at the same time, the scent of roses mixed with the hair began to slowly spread into the bedroom.
Before she knew it, the maids had left the bedroom without a sound.
The moment he lightly kissed her hair, the tense air was cut by the sound of urgent footsteps echoing through the hallway.
What happened?
It was a sound that could only be thought of that way. The moment Agatha raised her head, Enoch’s gaze also slowly turned to the window.
As the night deepened and the silence descended upon the Nobilis Second Mansion, the sound of excited horses honking could be heard.
A moment later, the butler, Allen, knocked on the bedroom door.
“Your Grace, Madam. Are you sleeping?”
“Come in.”
As Agatha answered, the butler carefully opened the door and spoke from outside the slightly open door.
“A man has come from the Nobilis estate.”
It was just last week that she received the regular report from the estate as harvest season was approaching.
'It's not a time for anything special to happen.'
The state of the estate was similar to normal times, and Agatha, as usual, read the submitted documents, stamped them, and sent them to the first administrative officer, Jose.
Even if there was something wrong with the paperwork, it wasn't enough to warrant knocking on the bedroom door of a married couple late at night.
“It has been said that a territorial war has been declared against the Nobilis Territory.”
“You mean the land transfer?”
At the unbelievable sound, Agatha jumped up and headed for the door. Enoch, who was one step ahead, opened the door for her.
"Lady."
Allen's face, which was usually serious and never flustered, turned pale.
“A messenger carrying a flag has arrived at the castle. The Archon, Lord Jasha, has personally brought the declaration of war.”
Jasha Solka was the one who supervised the entire Nobilis territory on behalf of Agatha.
If he came running himself, it wasn't a false emergency report.
“Jasha.”
“I’ll be waiting on the first floor.”
Enoch stopped Agatha as she was about to leave the bedroom.
“Agatha, you’d better get dressed and go. It’s getting cold.”
Ah.
Agatha put on the gown he had offered her over her bed. She quickly crossed the hallway, wearing the shawl the maids had offered her when they returned from the commotion.
“Jasha.”
The General Consul, Jasha Solka, who had been waiting with his soldiers in the hall on the first floor, raised his head.
"Miss."
“It’s Madam now. What happened?”
Agatha hurried down the stairs and stood before the butler.
The faces of the governor and soldiers, who had been looking anxious, brightened significantly when they discovered Enoch.
“It’s fortunate that you are married. First of all, the notice declaring the land war had the names of five families written on it. However, judging by the attitude of the people coming out, there may be more people who actually stamped their seals on the petition.”
Jasha carefully handed the declaration of war he had brought to Agatha.
On the thick, coarse scroll was written a declaration declaring war on the land along with words denouncing Agatha.
Agatha didn't care at all about the several reasons they pointed out as the cause of the land war. The land war was something that could be justified even by the ingredients in the soup she ate last night.
“Marquis of Crescenza.”
The largest family was the Marquis of Crescenza, but there were four other lords of lands near Nobilis.
“Count Asullou. Baron Moys. Baron Elibeth. House Jennings.”
Each and every one of their names was familiar.
In particular, the Baron Elibeth family was also a collateral branch of the Nobilis family.
“Is the collateral line only Baron Elibeth?”
“That is what has been revealed.”
There were more outsiders than there were inside Nobilis, but it was suspicious that it wasn't an internal fight.
Jasha gave advice to the troubled Agatha.
“Regardless of the reason, the war for territory has begun. We must show our enemies that the Duke of Nobilis is still alive and well.”
“I know, too. I have no intention of letting this go without a fight.”
It was not common for multiple families to go to war like this.
Not two or three, but five.
'Can I deal with it at once?'
While Agatha was worrying about such things, Enoch, who had been quietly listening, stepped forward.
“Don’t worry too much. I won’t lose to anyone.”
"Enoch."
“And I definitely intend to win.”
A man who has lived his entire life on the battlefield declared.
After becoming a commander, the momentum of a war hero who had never experienced anything but victory instantly blew away the anxiety of the Nobilis vassals.
The archon, who had finally discovered Enoch's true identity, cheered.
“The man you married this time was Marquis Enoch Aratus! Oh my, I can’t believe I remember that now! My lady, it seems like you’ve married just the person you need.”
“Jasha.”
Agatha, who had been touching Enoch's forehead for a moment, apologized to him instead.
“I’m sorry, Enoch. The Archon has been loyal since the time of his late father, but he has been staying only in the territory and is a bit rude due to his age.”
“Madam. For that to be the case, you have been married too many times...”
“Be quiet, Jasha.”
While Jasha and others were apologizing to Enoch.
Agatha also made up her mind. Come to think of it, Enoch had already destroyed five collateral families at once.
This time, it was a little different in that four direct families were included.
'It's okay. We can do it.'
In this battle, there was a means that even Agatha could use.
“Allen. First, call all the vassals. We need to have a meeting right away.”
“I will send a messenger right away.”
Late at night, the newlyweds' mansion, which had been dark, was brightly lit again.
“Madam, we have arrived at the mansion.”
Agatha, who was getting out of the carriage, opened her eyes wide as she saw Enoch extending his hand.
“Did you finish training early?”
“Didn’t I say I'd come before nightfall?”
“That’s true. If I had known, I would have eaten together at the mansion.”
The man who had been naturally supporting her hand opened his mouth.
“Did something bad happen?”
“That’s not it.”
Agatha handed the fan she had been holding to the maid and recalled the thoughts she had had in the carriage.
“I’m starting to hear voices calling for a successor.”
The man, who had been silent for a while, came over and stroked her cheek.
“You are doing well enough.”
He whispered quietly, holding Agatha in his arms.
“If it’s uncomfortable, should we refrain from hugging each other even if we sleep together?”
“...!”
Agatha looked up in surprise. It wasn't anything like that.
For a moment, Agatha regretted handing over the debt to the maid.
“No, that’s not it. I just don’t like feeling pressured...”
“I’m fine with either. Being newlyweds is nice, and having a child who resembles you would be cute, so I think either way would be good for me.”
The man with a small smile lifted his lips from her ear.
“Don’t worry, Agatha. We just have to enjoy our honeymoon.”
A completely softened gaze.
Her heart fluttered as warm embraces and affectionate words were added.
Well, it's good to have children and to be newlyweds.
There was no sign of any anxiety about Enoch and his married life anywhere in it.
Agatha met his gaze, trying not to blush.
“You too. You’re doing really well too.”
“I see. Then I guess I should try to do better.”
“Aren’t you already doing well enough?”
“Now that you know, shouldn’t you do better?”
Enoch, who had just escorted Agatha to her room, let her go from his arms and asked.
“Can I stay in your bedroom tonight too?”
Agatha smiled and nodded.
“Anytime.”
“Then I will come back later, Agatha.”
Enoch gave her a light kiss on the cheek and turned around. He had just returned and was still in his uniform.
'I feel like I've been worrying about useless things.'
Agatha went into the room, had the maids look after her, let down her hair, removed her makeup, and then went into the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with water and flower petals were floating around.
“Is the water temperature okay?”
“Make it a little warmer.”
“I’ll add more hot water, Ma’am.”
As Agatha tilted her head back, feeling the water temperature rise from the tips of her toes, the massaging hands continued.
As the maid pressed the strong fingers up and down her neck from her temples to the crown of her head and behind her ears, Agatha's heavy body felt like it was loosening up.
“Yes, now I’ll wash your hair.”
Wash and apply toner.
Agatha, with her hands and feet clean, left the hot bathroom.
As she looked into the mirror, she suddenly looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
Should I wear a prettier slip?
While she was thinking about that, there were two short knocks outside.
“May I come in, Agatha?”
“Yes, please come in.”
As Enoch entered, the hands of the maids serving her in the bedroom became even faster.
Under the light that was neither bright nor dark, his hair appeared to be wet.
“Were you getting your hair done?”
“Yeah, it’s almost done.”
A man, his wet, dark hair brushed back, walked briskly toward Agatha, who was sitting on the couch.
He watched the maids for a moment and then reached out.
“Can I do it?”
“...Hair care?”
“I think I can do it well.”
Agatha gently placed a comb in the hand of the man who was looking down at her as if asking for permission.
“Don’t make me sick.”
"All right."
It was something she did without thinking much about it.
The moment he stood behind her, she felt a strange tension in her back.
Sarak-
The ivory comb dug gently into her golden hair, and at the same time, the scent of roses mixed with the hair began to slowly spread into the bedroom.
Before she knew it, the maids had left the bedroom without a sound.
The moment he lightly kissed her hair, the tense air was cut by the sound of urgent footsteps echoing through the hallway.
What happened?
It was a sound that could only be thought of that way. The moment Agatha raised her head, Enoch’s gaze also slowly turned to the window.
As the night deepened and the silence descended upon the Nobilis Second Mansion, the sound of excited horses honking could be heard.
A moment later, the butler, Allen, knocked on the bedroom door.
“Your Grace, Madam. Are you sleeping?”
“Come in.”
As Agatha answered, the butler carefully opened the door and spoke from outside the slightly open door.
“A man has come from the Nobilis estate.”
It was just last week that she received the regular report from the estate as harvest season was approaching.
'It's not a time for anything special to happen.'
The state of the estate was similar to normal times, and Agatha, as usual, read the submitted documents, stamped them, and sent them to the first administrative officer, Jose.
Even if there was something wrong with the paperwork, it wasn't enough to warrant knocking on the bedroom door of a married couple late at night.
“It has been said that a territorial war has been declared against the Nobilis Territory.”
“You mean the land transfer?”
At the unbelievable sound, Agatha jumped up and headed for the door. Enoch, who was one step ahead, opened the door for her.
"Lady."
Allen's face, which was usually serious and never flustered, turned pale.
“A messenger carrying a flag has arrived at the castle. The Archon, Lord Jasha, has personally brought the declaration of war.”
Jasha Solka was the one who supervised the entire Nobilis territory on behalf of Agatha.
If he came running himself, it wasn't a false emergency report.
“Jasha.”
“I’ll be waiting on the first floor.”
Enoch stopped Agatha as she was about to leave the bedroom.
“Agatha, you’d better get dressed and go. It’s getting cold.”
Ah.
Agatha put on the gown he had offered her over her bed. She quickly crossed the hallway, wearing the shawl the maids had offered her when they returned from the commotion.
“Jasha.”
The General Consul, Jasha Solka, who had been waiting with his soldiers in the hall on the first floor, raised his head.
"Miss."
“It’s Madam now. What happened?”
Agatha hurried down the stairs and stood before the butler.
The faces of the governor and soldiers, who had been looking anxious, brightened significantly when they discovered Enoch.
“It’s fortunate that you are married. First of all, the notice declaring the land war had the names of five families written on it. However, judging by the attitude of the people coming out, there may be more people who actually stamped their seals on the petition.”
Jasha carefully handed the declaration of war he had brought to Agatha.
On the thick, coarse scroll was written a declaration declaring war on the land along with words denouncing Agatha.
Agatha didn't care at all about the several reasons they pointed out as the cause of the land war. The land war was something that could be justified even by the ingredients in the soup she ate last night.
“Marquis of Crescenza.”
The largest family was the Marquis of Crescenza, but there were four other lords of lands near Nobilis.
“Count Asullou. Baron Moys. Baron Elibeth. House Jennings.”
Each and every one of their names was familiar.
In particular, the Baron Elibeth family was also a collateral branch of the Nobilis family.
“Is the collateral line only Baron Elibeth?”
“That is what has been revealed.”
There were more outsiders than there were inside Nobilis, but it was suspicious that it wasn't an internal fight.
Jasha gave advice to the troubled Agatha.
“Regardless of the reason, the war for territory has begun. We must show our enemies that the Duke of Nobilis is still alive and well.”
“I know, too. I have no intention of letting this go without a fight.”
It was not common for multiple families to go to war like this.
Not two or three, but five.
'Can I deal with it at once?'
While Agatha was worrying about such things, Enoch, who had been quietly listening, stepped forward.
“Don’t worry too much. I won’t lose to anyone.”
"Enoch."
“And I definitely intend to win.”
A man who has lived his entire life on the battlefield declared.
After becoming a commander, the momentum of a war hero who had never experienced anything but victory instantly blew away the anxiety of the Nobilis vassals.
The archon, who had finally discovered Enoch's true identity, cheered.
“The man you married this time was Marquis Enoch Aratus! Oh my, I can’t believe I remember that now! My lady, it seems like you’ve married just the person you need.”
“Jasha.”
Agatha, who had been touching Enoch's forehead for a moment, apologized to him instead.
“I’m sorry, Enoch. The Archon has been loyal since the time of his late father, but he has been staying only in the territory and is a bit rude due to his age.”
“Madam. For that to be the case, you have been married too many times...”
“Be quiet, Jasha.”
While Jasha and others were apologizing to Enoch.
Agatha also made up her mind. Come to think of it, Enoch had already destroyed five collateral families at once.
This time, it was a little different in that four direct families were included.
'It's okay. We can do it.'
In this battle, there was a means that even Agatha could use.
“Allen. First, call all the vassals. We need to have a meeting right away.”
“I will send a messenger right away.”
Late at night, the newlyweds' mansion, which had been dark, was brightly lit again.
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