After that, the attendant stepped forward and politely presented the letter and scroll sent by the Emperor.
“Marchioness Aratus. This is a letter from His Majesty. He has also given us a gift as a congratulatory gesture.”
“It’s a blessing.”
Enoch, who moved before Agatha, picked up the letter and checked it.
Only after he confirmed that both the inside of the envelope and the scroll were clean did he hand over the letter and the scroll.
“It seems that His Majesty has put a lot of effort into it.”
"Yes?"
After checking the contents inside, her gaze turned to the shadow of the Emperor, who she thought was a servant.
He had a plain and dull atmosphere, so he didn't have a particularly noticeable impression except for his plump body.
According to the letter, he was an excellent poison expert.
It's Agatha's first time seeing the shadow of the royal family.
“I didn’t know His Majesty would send a shadow. May I call you, Sir.”
“Please call me whatever you want. By order of the Emperor, I will inspect the air, food, and supplies of all places the Marchioness passes through. Please understand if this is inconvenient.”
“It must be uncomfortable. I guess I’ll have to keep you by my side from now on. Please take good care of me, Sir.”
“Thank you for your understanding.”
Gilbert, a member of the royal family, stood next to the attending doctor, and the shadow naturally retreated to stand next to the maid who was close to him.
Some poisons do not react to silver.
Even with the help of legislators and professional herbalists, there were limits.
After checking the list of gifts, Agatha felt her slightly upset mood improve as she looked at the gifts.
“Once the verification is complete, tell them to bring the gifts to the room.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Agatha was soon able to confirm the gift the Emperor had given her.
“Madam, the gifts have arrived.”
“Come in.”
The door opened. They brought out each type one by one, but the valuables were piled up so high that one side of the room was full.
The first thing that caught her eye was the tea leaves that were good for pregnant women.
After that, various kinds of precious fruits lined up in the winter.
There were mushrooms, fish, meat, vegetables, and other healthy food items, as well as jewels and fabrics.
The first place Enoch's hand went was the cloth.
“That’s a nice fabric. Is it used to make dresses?”
“It would be nice to use it as a shawl or a cloak.”
These are things that the Imperial Household Department prepared and sent by imperial decree.
She just happened to need some fabric.
“That’s good. Didn’t you place an order at the top recently?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll just wear this for the time being.”
She needed new clothes as she was planning to stay longer than expected.
One year until the baby is born.
Maybe she'll stay for a long time after that.
“I have enough winter clothes, so I think I’ll get some spring clothes.”
“I think we should call a tailor.”
Enoch gestured to his maidservant.
“Call a tailor. I need to get my wife some new clothes made.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
While the tailor was coming.
Agatha was examined by the new royal councilor, Gilbert.
Move to the bedroom and draw the curtains.
Gilbert, who had been carefully examining the patient under Enoch's watch, had a bright face.
“The baby is fine. The Marchioness is also in perfect health.”
“Thank you, Gilbert.”
“Do you have morning sickness?”
“Not yet. I’m eating well. I don’t have any particular concerns.”
“That’s good. Some people don’t experience morning sickness. Of course, some experience it later.”
Agatha looked up at Enoch reflexively. The man who had been staring blankly at her smiled faintly.
“If you’re going to do it, it might as well not be done.”
“Hmm, but since I haven’t done it yet, wouldn’t it be okay to have hope?”
Agatha also knew what morning sickness was.
Don't you know how people say that they suddenly feel nauseous and their appetite changes?
As he said, it seemed best to just let it go and avoid morning sickness.
“It would be best if you didn’t do it. I will first deliver the nutritious food to the kitchen. I will also prepare some medicine to keep you healthy.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work, Gilbert.”
As soon as Gilbert came out and went into the inner room, the maid came in and said,
“Madam, I heard about the tailor.”
He belonged to the Nobilis family.
“I see you, Madam.”
“Come in. I have some nice fabric that came as a gift. I’m thinking of making a new dress with it.”
It only took a day to get the new clothes tailored, and even before they were finished, congratulatory gifts from numerous noble families began pouring in.
Ingredients and herbs were handed over to the chef and the doctor, and the thoroughly inspected items were stacked up in the warehouse.
There were some good things for the mothers, but this time there were also a lot of baby products, so checking out the gifts was also fun.
Agatha asked, holding up a beautiful piece of cloth that had just caught her eye.
“Is it a son or a daughter?”
Actually, gender didn't matter, but she was a little curious.
How should I decorate the baby's room?
The man looked up from his documents and pointed to the white cloth she was holding with a smile.
“Regardless of gender, a swaddle made of white fabric would look very pretty right now.”
“I think so too.”
Agatha was the first to make a swaddle to wrap the baby in when it was born.
They have started making and decorating baby items one by one, including a crib, a baby bath, a mobile made of gold and jewels, bedding, clothes, and a feeding bottle.
By the time the baby is born, a lot of things will have been completed.
Just sending replies to the royal family, their close associates, and other noble families was enough to make time fly by.
In Agatha's diet, all the foods that were considered good for the fetus and pregnant women were on the table at least once.
Of the many dishes, one that caught her eye was a simple dish of fruit and cheese on whole wheat bread.
The combination of soft cheese and refreshing fruit is just right for her taste.
“Madam, it is time to eat.”
The maid opened the door to the bedroom, came in, and said politely.
Agatha, who had been reading on the sofa with her head on Enoch's thigh for the first time in a long time, checked the time.
Before she knew it, it was noon.
“Enoch, let’s go eat.”
The man, who had been concentrating on his work while quietly brushing her hair back, smiled faintly.
“Your voice is full of joy.”
“I don’t even have the morning sickness I was worried about.”
Frequent kisses landed on her smiling lips.
“It’s good to eat well. I should give a prize to the chef.”
“Well, that would be nice. You always bring out new dishes, right?”
Although she felt sluggish and uncomfortable at times.
Overall, it was a satisfying day.
Sometimes, new health foods are unfamiliar, but they suit her taste.
Agatha went to the restaurant and received a hot meal with Enoch who had been tested for poison.
The main dish today was prepared by Nobilis' head chef, who specializes in seafood dishes.
“I tried making fish soup with the carp that came in this morning as a special nutritious food.”
The chef, who had brought a tray by hand, stood far away and began to introduce the dishes. The Emperor's shadow was opening the soup bowl in the center and putting food little by little on silverware.
“I cooked it using only healthy vegetables as instructed by the members of the National Assembly, and I boiled the liver to make it a little refreshing, slightly sweet, and spicy, just the way my wife likes it-”
After that, the chef continued to explain, but Agatha couldn't hear a single thing properly.
What is that smell?
From the moment the bowl of fish soup was opened, something felt off. She reflexively held back, but there was no way to endure the nausea that made her stomach turn.
“Ugh!”
When Agatha, unable to bear it any longer, covered her nose and mouth and retched, Enoch immediately got up.
“Put the food away!”
The entire table was immediately cleared from before her eyes. At the same time, the servants opened the window and the members of the council rushed in.
Enoch rubbed his wife's trembling back and stared at the doctor.
“Why is my wife acting like this all of a sudden?”
“It feels like morning sickness.”
"...This."
A cold wind poured in from outside, enough to cool down the warmth from the brazier and fireplace.
Only after forcing a large amount of cold air into her lungs did the nausea finally stop. Enoch wrapped a thick shawl around Agatha, who was gasping for breath and then pushed the maids away.
“Agatha.”
“...It’s okay now.”
It was her first-morning sickness. Enoch patted Agatha on the back and recited the ingredients of the food the chef had brought.
“At least we should tell them not to serve carp on the table.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Agatha agreed in vain, leaning her head against Enoch's chest.
She thought it would pass quietly without any morning sickness.
When she realized that it was a vain expectation, her body lost all strength.
“But I think you should finish eating. Is there anything you want to eat?”
Agatha ordered some non-smelly fruit and some dry bread. Right now, she wanted to avoid anything that smelled bad.
As the maids moved quickly and brought baskets of fruit and bread, Enoch personally carried the fruit.
The apple peel was peeled thinly. Agatha, who had been blankly looking at it, raised one hand.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Tell the kitchen to prepare his meal again.”
He hesitated and put down the small sliced apple.
“I ate a lot.”
“I didn’t eat everything. I’ll eat it in the room as dessert. You finish your meal and come back, okay?”
There was no need to forget Enoch just because he couldn't eat it.
“Marchioness Aratus. This is a letter from His Majesty. He has also given us a gift as a congratulatory gesture.”
“It’s a blessing.”
Enoch, who moved before Agatha, picked up the letter and checked it.
Only after he confirmed that both the inside of the envelope and the scroll were clean did he hand over the letter and the scroll.
“It seems that His Majesty has put a lot of effort into it.”
"Yes?"
After checking the contents inside, her gaze turned to the shadow of the Emperor, who she thought was a servant.
He had a plain and dull atmosphere, so he didn't have a particularly noticeable impression except for his plump body.
According to the letter, he was an excellent poison expert.
It's Agatha's first time seeing the shadow of the royal family.
“I didn’t know His Majesty would send a shadow. May I call you, Sir.”
“Please call me whatever you want. By order of the Emperor, I will inspect the air, food, and supplies of all places the Marchioness passes through. Please understand if this is inconvenient.”
“It must be uncomfortable. I guess I’ll have to keep you by my side from now on. Please take good care of me, Sir.”
“Thank you for your understanding.”
Gilbert, a member of the royal family, stood next to the attending doctor, and the shadow naturally retreated to stand next to the maid who was close to him.
Some poisons do not react to silver.
Even with the help of legislators and professional herbalists, there were limits.
After checking the list of gifts, Agatha felt her slightly upset mood improve as she looked at the gifts.
“Once the verification is complete, tell them to bring the gifts to the room.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Agatha was soon able to confirm the gift the Emperor had given her.
“Madam, the gifts have arrived.”
“Come in.”
The door opened. They brought out each type one by one, but the valuables were piled up so high that one side of the room was full.
The first thing that caught her eye was the tea leaves that were good for pregnant women.
After that, various kinds of precious fruits lined up in the winter.
There were mushrooms, fish, meat, vegetables, and other healthy food items, as well as jewels and fabrics.
The first place Enoch's hand went was the cloth.
“That’s a nice fabric. Is it used to make dresses?”
“It would be nice to use it as a shawl or a cloak.”
These are things that the Imperial Household Department prepared and sent by imperial decree.
She just happened to need some fabric.
“That’s good. Didn’t you place an order at the top recently?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll just wear this for the time being.”
She needed new clothes as she was planning to stay longer than expected.
One year until the baby is born.
Maybe she'll stay for a long time after that.
“I have enough winter clothes, so I think I’ll get some spring clothes.”
“I think we should call a tailor.”
Enoch gestured to his maidservant.
“Call a tailor. I need to get my wife some new clothes made.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
While the tailor was coming.
Agatha was examined by the new royal councilor, Gilbert.
Move to the bedroom and draw the curtains.
Gilbert, who had been carefully examining the patient under Enoch's watch, had a bright face.
“The baby is fine. The Marchioness is also in perfect health.”
“Thank you, Gilbert.”
“Do you have morning sickness?”
“Not yet. I’m eating well. I don’t have any particular concerns.”
“That’s good. Some people don’t experience morning sickness. Of course, some experience it later.”
Agatha looked up at Enoch reflexively. The man who had been staring blankly at her smiled faintly.
“If you’re going to do it, it might as well not be done.”
“Hmm, but since I haven’t done it yet, wouldn’t it be okay to have hope?”
Agatha also knew what morning sickness was.
Don't you know how people say that they suddenly feel nauseous and their appetite changes?
As he said, it seemed best to just let it go and avoid morning sickness.
“It would be best if you didn’t do it. I will first deliver the nutritious food to the kitchen. I will also prepare some medicine to keep you healthy.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work, Gilbert.”
As soon as Gilbert came out and went into the inner room, the maid came in and said,
“Madam, I heard about the tailor.”
He belonged to the Nobilis family.
“I see you, Madam.”
“Come in. I have some nice fabric that came as a gift. I’m thinking of making a new dress with it.”
It only took a day to get the new clothes tailored, and even before they were finished, congratulatory gifts from numerous noble families began pouring in.
Ingredients and herbs were handed over to the chef and the doctor, and the thoroughly inspected items were stacked up in the warehouse.
There were some good things for the mothers, but this time there were also a lot of baby products, so checking out the gifts was also fun.
Agatha asked, holding up a beautiful piece of cloth that had just caught her eye.
“Is it a son or a daughter?”
Actually, gender didn't matter, but she was a little curious.
How should I decorate the baby's room?
The man looked up from his documents and pointed to the white cloth she was holding with a smile.
“Regardless of gender, a swaddle made of white fabric would look very pretty right now.”
“I think so too.”
Agatha was the first to make a swaddle to wrap the baby in when it was born.
They have started making and decorating baby items one by one, including a crib, a baby bath, a mobile made of gold and jewels, bedding, clothes, and a feeding bottle.
By the time the baby is born, a lot of things will have been completed.
Just sending replies to the royal family, their close associates, and other noble families was enough to make time fly by.
In Agatha's diet, all the foods that were considered good for the fetus and pregnant women were on the table at least once.
Of the many dishes, one that caught her eye was a simple dish of fruit and cheese on whole wheat bread.
The combination of soft cheese and refreshing fruit is just right for her taste.
“Madam, it is time to eat.”
The maid opened the door to the bedroom, came in, and said politely.
Agatha, who had been reading on the sofa with her head on Enoch's thigh for the first time in a long time, checked the time.
Before she knew it, it was noon.
“Enoch, let’s go eat.”
The man, who had been concentrating on his work while quietly brushing her hair back, smiled faintly.
“Your voice is full of joy.”
“I don’t even have the morning sickness I was worried about.”
Frequent kisses landed on her smiling lips.
“It’s good to eat well. I should give a prize to the chef.”
“Well, that would be nice. You always bring out new dishes, right?”
Although she felt sluggish and uncomfortable at times.
Overall, it was a satisfying day.
Sometimes, new health foods are unfamiliar, but they suit her taste.
Agatha went to the restaurant and received a hot meal with Enoch who had been tested for poison.
The main dish today was prepared by Nobilis' head chef, who specializes in seafood dishes.
“I tried making fish soup with the carp that came in this morning as a special nutritious food.”
The chef, who had brought a tray by hand, stood far away and began to introduce the dishes. The Emperor's shadow was opening the soup bowl in the center and putting food little by little on silverware.
“I cooked it using only healthy vegetables as instructed by the members of the National Assembly, and I boiled the liver to make it a little refreshing, slightly sweet, and spicy, just the way my wife likes it-”
After that, the chef continued to explain, but Agatha couldn't hear a single thing properly.
What is that smell?
From the moment the bowl of fish soup was opened, something felt off. She reflexively held back, but there was no way to endure the nausea that made her stomach turn.
“Ugh!”
When Agatha, unable to bear it any longer, covered her nose and mouth and retched, Enoch immediately got up.
“Put the food away!”
The entire table was immediately cleared from before her eyes. At the same time, the servants opened the window and the members of the council rushed in.
Enoch rubbed his wife's trembling back and stared at the doctor.
“Why is my wife acting like this all of a sudden?”
“It feels like morning sickness.”
"...This."
A cold wind poured in from outside, enough to cool down the warmth from the brazier and fireplace.
Only after forcing a large amount of cold air into her lungs did the nausea finally stop. Enoch wrapped a thick shawl around Agatha, who was gasping for breath and then pushed the maids away.
“Agatha.”
“...It’s okay now.”
It was her first-morning sickness. Enoch patted Agatha on the back and recited the ingredients of the food the chef had brought.
“At least we should tell them not to serve carp on the table.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Agatha agreed in vain, leaning her head against Enoch's chest.
She thought it would pass quietly without any morning sickness.
When she realized that it was a vain expectation, her body lost all strength.
“But I think you should finish eating. Is there anything you want to eat?”
Agatha ordered some non-smelly fruit and some dry bread. Right now, she wanted to avoid anything that smelled bad.
As the maids moved quickly and brought baskets of fruit and bread, Enoch personally carried the fruit.
The apple peel was peeled thinly. Agatha, who had been blankly looking at it, raised one hand.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Tell the kitchen to prepare his meal again.”
He hesitated and put down the small sliced apple.
“I ate a lot.”
“I didn’t eat everything. I’ll eat it in the room as dessert. You finish your meal and come back, okay?”
There was no need to forget Enoch just because he couldn't eat it.
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