“I just checked just in case. You’re not jealous right now, are you?”
“I was wondering if this is how you’ll feel when you find out who your next husband will be.”
Agatha burst into laughter again as she felt an arm secretly wrapping around her waist.
She wonders if he looks cuter these days.
Agatha, sitting on his thick thighs as he wished, whispered as she dug into his arms.
“Anyway, don’t worry too much. I’ll take a good look at it.”
“...I didn’t know I was this conservative.”
The man, who had just washed his face briefly, nodded slowly.
“I’ll just watch for now.”
“That’s a good idea. For a royal, it seems like a good idea.”
“I don’t want to hear you compliment another man.”
A mischievous hand grabbed her waist and released it. Agatha whispered happily.
“You are so jealous.”
“So you don’t like it?”
“...How did you know?”
“Every time I get jealous, your eyes sparkle so beautifully.”
Taking advantage of the gap in her speechlessness, the man brought his lips closer to hers. Their voluptuous lips moved from a distance that seemed almost touching.
“Kiss me, Agatha.”
“...You’re really mean.”
Even though the words were so harsh.
Agatha closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips to his.
Enoch's morning always came early.
It was because of a palace meeting scheduled for the morning.
These days, Agatha has had a hard time getting out of bed, so picking her up in the evening has become a routine instead of seeing her off in the morning.
He wore a shirt, pants, a vest, and an Albert chain.
After putting on his leather shoes and tie, Enoch was looking through the pin brooches he was going to use today when a knock on the door came.
Knock knock.
“My lord, this is Leon.”
“Come in.”
A servant attached his cloak to a jewel pin of his choice.
Enoch frowned slightly as he saw the First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran, and the Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Karwen, entering through the mirror.
Hubert quickly reported.
“Her Grace has given us permission to return in the morning. Du'un is currently carrying out the escort.”
“What’s the matter?”
"That is..."
As Hubert hesitated to continue speaking, his gaze shifted to Leon. Leon immediately saluted.
“First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran. As of yesterday, I have returned to the second mansion in the capital city of Nobilis.”
“I heard the news. I heard you had a hard time in the South.”
“No. I just did what I had to do.”
A man in a well-dressed suit, complete with coat, cloak, and muffler on his shoulders, picked up a pair of leather gloves and opened his mouth absentmindedly.
“Hubert. What do you want to say?”
Meanwhile, Hubert, who had prepared himself mentally, spoke resolutely.
“Now that Leon is back, I wonder if it would be a good idea for him to serve as Madame’s bodyguard again.”
“Why?”
Hubert gave a long and detailed explanation.
“I spoke with Leon at the bar yesterday. It seemed like he wanted to see Madam again.”
Enoch's gaze turned to Leon. Leon, who had not thought that he would completely blame him, responded immediately.
“It seemed that Hubert felt a lot of pressure from the surrounding circumstances while serving Madam. He said that when Madam asked him questions, the only thing he could think of was, ‘That’s a good idea.’”
"Hey."
They were bickering even in front of their lord.
In the end, it was Hubert who lost.
The journal of the previous escort mission flashed through Hubert's mind.
The lady was a very busy person, so she met many people and many unexpected things happened.
The social language was difficult.
A place other than the training ground and the battlefield was a battle of pen and mouth that he was not familiar with.
Information, relationships, etc. that you don't want to know but end up finding out.
Hubert looked up at his lord with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
“Please spare me, my lord. Close escort really doesn’t suit me. I think the battlefield would be better.”
Enoch touched his forehead.
“Is that something the Second Vice-Captain should say, Hubert?”
“I can assure you that Her Grace will be more than happy to welcome Leon. The only thing I have been of any help to her so far has been as an escort...”
At that moment, something occurred to Enoch's mind.
A few days ago, when Agatha prepared a magnificent banquet, didn't she just look up at the sky and pretend not to know what was going on?
“...”
Enoch wiped his face heavily with his gloved hand.
Surely.
Hubert was not suited to the escort job, which required worldliness and tact.
As his gaze turned to Leon, the First Vice-Captain observantly knelt on one knee.
“If you trust me one more time, I won’t fail you this time, my lord.”
Although Leon made a big mistake.
Leon was a knight who was able to quickly make up for his shortcomings.
It was also unexpected that there was still a staff-only passageway in the ladies' lounge at Armand Hall.
Since something like that happened, he will be more careful with the escort.
Enoch, who had been slowly tapping the table, straightened up.
“I will think about it if my wife permits.”
“Thank you, my lord!”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Enoch left the mansion with his aides, John, his deputy, and Chad, who were waiting outside.
This happened a few days before he left for the south.
Preparations for departure for the Nobilis estate were progressing smoothly.
The construction of the Eastern Continent at the top of Nobilis was also approved.
The early winter renovations of the first, second, and third mansions of the capital city Nobilis have been completed.
Enoch had submitted a written excuse to abstain from court meetings except for urgent summonses until late winter, and Agatha had also concluded her social schedule.
Agatha finally visited the Aratus mansion in the capital, which had been put off due to Isabelle's love affair.
Before they knew it, it was early winter.
Agatha got off the carriage escorted by First Vice-Captain Leon Takran, who had been reappointed as captain of the escort team as of yesterday.
In front of the main mansion, Ben, the head butler of the Aratus family, was waiting to greet them.
“Welcome, Madam.”
“It’s been a while, Ben. How’s the mansion’s renovation going?”
“It’s going smoothly. It’s almost finished, so I think you just need to check it, Madam.”
“That’s good.”
She was planning to leave the capital and head south tomorrow.
Agatha first checked the backyard, garden, and training grounds before entering the mansion.
As she was about to head to the second floor, looking at the newly changed curtains, decorations, sculptures, and artwork, she saw a woman coming down the stairs.
Blue hair and light green eyes, just like her husband.
“Isabelle.”
“Lady Agatha. I heard that you came.”
Isabelle bowed her head shyly.
“Have you come to check out the mansion’s renovation?”
“Yes. I think Isabelle has an appointment.”
“...I’ve arranged to meet with Duke Julian.”
She guessed they'd decided to meet officially since Isabelle called him by his name.
Agatha could feel the overwhelming happiness coming from her flushed cheeks.
She doesn't normally ask questions like this.
Agatha opened her mouth a little impulsively.
“Is Prince Margrethe doing well?”
“It’s really great. This is my first time doing something like this, so I don’t know what to do.”
Isabelle answered, fiddling with his necklace.
It was an incredibly gorgeous necklace, with emeralds of gradually lighter color hanging down around a large, dark, teardrop-shaped emerald in the center.
“Thanks to Lady Agatha. My brother gave me permission to meet him formally.”
“What? It’s thanks to Isabelle’s courage. If anything happens in the future, be sure to tell Enoch. Yes?”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
Just then, Isabelle's maid approached and announced that the carriage was ready.
Isabelle leaves.
The butler, Ben, who quickly noticed where Agatha's gaze was directed, reported.
“It was two days ago that Ambassador Margrethe confessed. I believe he brought the necklace then.”
"Yes."
As expected, it was a confession gift.
Fortunately, it seemed like things were going well, so there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
Enoch might be a little rotten inside.
“Next, let’s look at the second floor.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her last day in the capital ended with checking out the early winter decorations at the Aratus Mansion.
Early morning.
The honeymoon mansion was bustling with servants and knights preparing for their journey south.
Dozens of carriages were prepared, and the work of loading and checking the luggage was in full swing under the direction of Chief Butler, Allen.
Jessie, who was in charge of Agatha's clothes and accessories, was so fired up about taking away the entire dressing room.
“Even though the south is relatively warm, I think it would be a good idea to pack a lot of thick coats.”
“I think we can make it there if we need to.”
“You have to wait inconveniently while it’s being made!”
“Do whatever you want, Jesse.”
In this way, three wagons were filled with only clothes and accessories.
What Enoch was interested in was materials.
“Isn’t that too much?”
“I think it would be good to pack at least this much so that you don’t feel uncomfortable while moving.”
Enoch was filling his fifth wagon, having planned his route to avoid overnight stays as much as possible.
He doesn't think it's ever been like this before.
“The further out you go, the worse it gets.”
Enoch meticulously packed food and water to prevent freezing, firewood that catches fire easily, extra blankets and herbs, a doctor, and even Nobilis' head chef and Aratus' chef who would accompany him to the south.
The winter carriage, finished with thick cotton, was, as always, furnished with the finest upholstery and furnished with soft sofas and beds.
Enoch smiled with satisfaction as he confirmed that hundreds of Aratus Knights would be following him as escorts.
“It seems like you’re well prepared.”
Even for him, who always strives for perfection in preparation, it seemed excessive.
Agatha nodded gently, following the principle that too much is better than too little.
“Let’s go now.”
“I was wondering if this is how you’ll feel when you find out who your next husband will be.”
Agatha burst into laughter again as she felt an arm secretly wrapping around her waist.
She wonders if he looks cuter these days.
Agatha, sitting on his thick thighs as he wished, whispered as she dug into his arms.
“Anyway, don’t worry too much. I’ll take a good look at it.”
“...I didn’t know I was this conservative.”
The man, who had just washed his face briefly, nodded slowly.
“I’ll just watch for now.”
“That’s a good idea. For a royal, it seems like a good idea.”
“I don’t want to hear you compliment another man.”
A mischievous hand grabbed her waist and released it. Agatha whispered happily.
“You are so jealous.”
“So you don’t like it?”
“...How did you know?”
“Every time I get jealous, your eyes sparkle so beautifully.”
Taking advantage of the gap in her speechlessness, the man brought his lips closer to hers. Their voluptuous lips moved from a distance that seemed almost touching.
“Kiss me, Agatha.”
“...You’re really mean.”
Even though the words were so harsh.
Agatha closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips to his.
***
Enoch's morning always came early.
It was because of a palace meeting scheduled for the morning.
These days, Agatha has had a hard time getting out of bed, so picking her up in the evening has become a routine instead of seeing her off in the morning.
He wore a shirt, pants, a vest, and an Albert chain.
After putting on his leather shoes and tie, Enoch was looking through the pin brooches he was going to use today when a knock on the door came.
Knock knock.
“My lord, this is Leon.”
“Come in.”
A servant attached his cloak to a jewel pin of his choice.
Enoch frowned slightly as he saw the First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran, and the Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Karwen, entering through the mirror.
Hubert quickly reported.
“Her Grace has given us permission to return in the morning. Du'un is currently carrying out the escort.”
“What’s the matter?”
"That is..."
As Hubert hesitated to continue speaking, his gaze shifted to Leon. Leon immediately saluted.
“First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran. As of yesterday, I have returned to the second mansion in the capital city of Nobilis.”
“I heard the news. I heard you had a hard time in the South.”
“No. I just did what I had to do.”
A man in a well-dressed suit, complete with coat, cloak, and muffler on his shoulders, picked up a pair of leather gloves and opened his mouth absentmindedly.
“Hubert. What do you want to say?”
Meanwhile, Hubert, who had prepared himself mentally, spoke resolutely.
“Now that Leon is back, I wonder if it would be a good idea for him to serve as Madame’s bodyguard again.”
“Why?”
Hubert gave a long and detailed explanation.
“I spoke with Leon at the bar yesterday. It seemed like he wanted to see Madam again.”
Enoch's gaze turned to Leon. Leon, who had not thought that he would completely blame him, responded immediately.
“It seemed that Hubert felt a lot of pressure from the surrounding circumstances while serving Madam. He said that when Madam asked him questions, the only thing he could think of was, ‘That’s a good idea.’”
"Hey."
They were bickering even in front of their lord.
In the end, it was Hubert who lost.
The journal of the previous escort mission flashed through Hubert's mind.
The lady was a very busy person, so she met many people and many unexpected things happened.
The social language was difficult.
A place other than the training ground and the battlefield was a battle of pen and mouth that he was not familiar with.
Information, relationships, etc. that you don't want to know but end up finding out.
Hubert looked up at his lord with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
“Please spare me, my lord. Close escort really doesn’t suit me. I think the battlefield would be better.”
Enoch touched his forehead.
“Is that something the Second Vice-Captain should say, Hubert?”
“I can assure you that Her Grace will be more than happy to welcome Leon. The only thing I have been of any help to her so far has been as an escort...”
At that moment, something occurred to Enoch's mind.
A few days ago, when Agatha prepared a magnificent banquet, didn't she just look up at the sky and pretend not to know what was going on?
“...”
Enoch wiped his face heavily with his gloved hand.
Surely.
Hubert was not suited to the escort job, which required worldliness and tact.
As his gaze turned to Leon, the First Vice-Captain observantly knelt on one knee.
“If you trust me one more time, I won’t fail you this time, my lord.”
Although Leon made a big mistake.
Leon was a knight who was able to quickly make up for his shortcomings.
It was also unexpected that there was still a staff-only passageway in the ladies' lounge at Armand Hall.
Since something like that happened, he will be more careful with the escort.
Enoch, who had been slowly tapping the table, straightened up.
“I will think about it if my wife permits.”
“Thank you, my lord!”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Enoch left the mansion with his aides, John, his deputy, and Chad, who were waiting outside.
This happened a few days before he left for the south.
Preparations for departure for the Nobilis estate were progressing smoothly.
The construction of the Eastern Continent at the top of Nobilis was also approved.
The early winter renovations of the first, second, and third mansions of the capital city Nobilis have been completed.
Enoch had submitted a written excuse to abstain from court meetings except for urgent summonses until late winter, and Agatha had also concluded her social schedule.
Agatha finally visited the Aratus mansion in the capital, which had been put off due to Isabelle's love affair.
Before they knew it, it was early winter.
Agatha got off the carriage escorted by First Vice-Captain Leon Takran, who had been reappointed as captain of the escort team as of yesterday.
In front of the main mansion, Ben, the head butler of the Aratus family, was waiting to greet them.
“Welcome, Madam.”
“It’s been a while, Ben. How’s the mansion’s renovation going?”
“It’s going smoothly. It’s almost finished, so I think you just need to check it, Madam.”
“That’s good.”
She was planning to leave the capital and head south tomorrow.
Agatha first checked the backyard, garden, and training grounds before entering the mansion.
As she was about to head to the second floor, looking at the newly changed curtains, decorations, sculptures, and artwork, she saw a woman coming down the stairs.
Blue hair and light green eyes, just like her husband.
“Isabelle.”
“Lady Agatha. I heard that you came.”
Isabelle bowed her head shyly.
“Have you come to check out the mansion’s renovation?”
“Yes. I think Isabelle has an appointment.”
“...I’ve arranged to meet with Duke Julian.”
She guessed they'd decided to meet officially since Isabelle called him by his name.
Agatha could feel the overwhelming happiness coming from her flushed cheeks.
She doesn't normally ask questions like this.
Agatha opened her mouth a little impulsively.
“Is Prince Margrethe doing well?”
“It’s really great. This is my first time doing something like this, so I don’t know what to do.”
Isabelle answered, fiddling with his necklace.
It was an incredibly gorgeous necklace, with emeralds of gradually lighter color hanging down around a large, dark, teardrop-shaped emerald in the center.
“Thanks to Lady Agatha. My brother gave me permission to meet him formally.”
“What? It’s thanks to Isabelle’s courage. If anything happens in the future, be sure to tell Enoch. Yes?”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
Just then, Isabelle's maid approached and announced that the carriage was ready.
Isabelle leaves.
The butler, Ben, who quickly noticed where Agatha's gaze was directed, reported.
“It was two days ago that Ambassador Margrethe confessed. I believe he brought the necklace then.”
"Yes."
As expected, it was a confession gift.
Fortunately, it seemed like things were going well, so there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
Enoch might be a little rotten inside.
“Next, let’s look at the second floor.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her last day in the capital ended with checking out the early winter decorations at the Aratus Mansion.
Early morning.
The honeymoon mansion was bustling with servants and knights preparing for their journey south.
Dozens of carriages were prepared, and the work of loading and checking the luggage was in full swing under the direction of Chief Butler, Allen.
Jessie, who was in charge of Agatha's clothes and accessories, was so fired up about taking away the entire dressing room.
“Even though the south is relatively warm, I think it would be a good idea to pack a lot of thick coats.”
“I think we can make it there if we need to.”
“You have to wait inconveniently while it’s being made!”
“Do whatever you want, Jesse.”
In this way, three wagons were filled with only clothes and accessories.
What Enoch was interested in was materials.
“Isn’t that too much?”
“I think it would be good to pack at least this much so that you don’t feel uncomfortable while moving.”
Enoch was filling his fifth wagon, having planned his route to avoid overnight stays as much as possible.
He doesn't think it's ever been like this before.
“The further out you go, the worse it gets.”
Enoch meticulously packed food and water to prevent freezing, firewood that catches fire easily, extra blankets and herbs, a doctor, and even Nobilis' head chef and Aratus' chef who would accompany him to the south.
The winter carriage, finished with thick cotton, was, as always, furnished with the finest upholstery and furnished with soft sofas and beds.
Enoch smiled with satisfaction as he confirmed that hundreds of Aratus Knights would be following him as escorts.
“It seems like you’re well prepared.”
Even for him, who always strives for perfection in preparation, it seemed excessive.
Agatha nodded gently, following the principle that too much is better than too little.
“Let’s go now.”
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