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< — Ducal Couple — > (7)
For generations, Philip had been the Taran Family’s doctor and was absent from Roam since Hugo had left the estate for a long time. Nobody knew exactly where he went.
He’d said he would be travelling around for a bit and left but there had been no news for years. Philip had no friends or family so his absence didn’t have much effect and no one was really curious about it. The Duke was very healthy and had never even been ill before. Also, for formality sake, as a noble, one did not receive regular check-ups from doctors.
Since Hugo became the Duke, the doctor hadn’t had anything to do. Apart from greeting Philip a few times, Jerome had not really had a conversation with him. He had heard Philip was the also primary doctor of the deceased Duke even so that doctor… he was definitely a family doctor but he was a bit unique in that he was also a Baron.
Jerome believed the man had a lot of guts because he’d served dukes for generation but apart from that, he didn’t feel the need to pay attention the doctor’s matters. However, the moment the name Philip left his mouth, his master’s face which had been somewhat relaxed, froze. Seeing his master’s red eyes gleam, Jerome felt suspicious. Wasn’t Philip simply a family doctor?
For a short moment, he searched his memories thoroughly but there was no clue regarding Philip and his master’s relationship. He then came to the realization that his master and Philip had actually treated each other like they were air and this would be the first time Philip had personally come to meet the Duke. On paper, he was the primary doctor but the duke being the duke, he had never needed to receive any treatment.
“Let him in. Do not let anyone onto the second floor until I say so.”
His voice was cold and murderous intent lingered in the air. Feeling his master’s anger, Jerome nervously followed the Duke’s orders without question.
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Jerome left and after a while, an old man with half whitish and grey hair walked in. The man walked quietly to the front of the desk where Hugo was sitting then bent his waist to make polite bow.
For a second, Hugo didn’t say anything, just stared piercingly at the old man then he spoke in an even and unfeeling voice.
“It’s been a while, old man.”
Philip was not displeased with the title that showed no respect and gave a faint smile.
“Yes, long time no see. After all this time, you’ve become a grown man.”
Despite being only a doctor, the man was confident and showed no servility to the noble personage in front of him. His voice was calm but inside deep emotion surfaced as he faced Hugo.
His gaze was like that of a grandfather watching his grandchild that has done well. However, Hugo’s eyes stayed frozen.
“I heard you went on a trip.” [Hugo]
“I have returned.”
“Too bad, you must have had a good time wandering around. Since you’ve said your greetings, get lost. In the future, don’t do such things like greeting me. I’m saying you shouldn’t show your face in front of me again.”
As though he were reading off a book, Hugo’s voice was arid but the contents were harsh. Philip’s complexion remained unchanged as he heard the ferocity in Hugo’s words. Rather, he seems a little relieved.
“You are still the same as before.” [Philip]
“My nature’s never change.”
“Young master’s nature is outstanding. You didn’t reap this old man’s life after all.”
Hugo laughed sardonically.
“Don’t misunderstand. The reason I let you live is because I owe you the debt of a life. That stupid kid had said he’s protect his life’s savior.”
For a moment, yearning surfaced on Philip’s face but it disappeared the next second.
“…Young master Hugo was a good-natured person. That’s why he wasn’t fit to be the master of Taran.” [Philip]
‘Young master Hugo’
Just for a short moment when those words left Philip’s mouth, Hugo’s gaze softened.
“That’s true. Because of that devilish child, I’m taking care of this dirty seat.”
“Young master Hugh…”
“If you call me by that name one more time, I’ll rip out your mouth.”
Hugo’s countenance changed viciously and he roared at Philip. Like that of a wild beast before it pounces on its food, he wanted to standup immediately and bite off Philip’s neck but was barely holding himself back.
Facing Hugo’s fiery anger, Philip merely had a sad expression.
“That person sacrificed himself for the young master’s sake.”
“I never asked for that.”
Hugo gloomily ground his teeth.
The Hugh who was more beast and animal-like met Hugo when he was on a vacation. The moment when Hugh went on a vacation, the devil became a human. That the owner of Taran would become Hugo was most suitable. Only he could cleanse Taran that was smeared with dirt and filth.
Hugh was always surrounded by enemies and had done many evil deeds to keep his life but he actually did not know why he had to live or the meaning of living. However, Hugh finally found a reason to live and that there was something more precious than his own life. That only brother would have to live and climb unto seat, the one called the devil should not be Hugh. (1).
“Young master Hugo wished more than anyone else for the young master to be on that seat. Anyways, you two are of the blood of Taran. Naturally, young master has the right to be master of Taran.”
“That devil died that night in the west tower. I’m…the one right here now is Hugo.”
“Yes, it is the young master. When will you accept the fact that you are now the master?”
“I won’t be here forever. I will hand it over to that child when he’s old enough.”
Philip gave a small sigh.
“Young master Damian is still young.”
“That’s why I’m waiting, isn’t it? I’m waiting and bearing this sickening and tiring place.”
Hugo responded while gritting his teeth.
“Young master Hugo’s seat is one full of weariness. So it’s a nobler seat.”
Hugo stared at Philip for a moment then spoke coolly.
“Well, I’ve always known that old man is good at keeping his head. That day, if you had blabbered on just like today’s, I would have pulled out your neck and thrown it away. At that time, like a dumb person, you kept your mouth shut and knelt down. Did you know that I killed everyone who knows of what happened that day except from you, old man?”
For the first time since entering the room, Philip’s expression stiffened.
“… You left no traces.”
“Yes. I was disgusted and couldn’t stand their sight. So, old man will be the last. Hurry up with your filth. Once old man disappears, it will no longer reek.”
“The deceased Duke made the inevitable choice for the family…”
“Choice?”
Hugo slammed the desk violently with both hands and bolted upright. He moved forward and his red pupils were like a blazing fire as he looked at Philip…no, someone he could see beyond Philip, with rising anger. His rage was like a furnace that would overflow at any moment.
“That old fool sold his one of his son to mercenaries as a slave to be worked then instead of embracing the son he chose, he tried again to switch them.”
He chose Hugo, threw away Hugh. However, as years passed, the duke changed his mind and this time abandoned Hugo and chose Hugh. For the reason that Hugo’s personality was too mild. For the first time, Hugh clung to someone and pleaded. Not for his own sake but for another’s.
[If I obediently become your successor, don’t touch him] (2).
He did everything that was asked of him. He studied earnestly and exteriorly assumed Hugo’s appearance. The coarse way of speaking was thrown away and he changed into a noble and self-restrained personage. He was like a reared beast and fell nicely at the feet of the duke. However, he did not know.
That for the same reason, for his brother, Hugo had gladly thrown away everything he’d learned until yesterday from the venerable Confucius. It was Hugo who first noticed that the Duke had tied strings to both of them and held sway over them in his hands and that was the beginning of the tragedy.
Hugo realized that as long as he existed and the duke who would use him to the end existed, they could never be free.
Translator’s Corner:
1. There’s a bit of confusion and disconnect for me while translating this paragraph and the previous one. Hope it came across well.
2. He means don’t touch Hugo.
*If you’re confused, the current Hugo was formerly Hugh and the former Hugo…. to be continue LOL
< — Ducal Couple — > (7)
TN: Here you go~ 19 is actually shorter than I expected. To make it flow better I added the ending of part 1 here.
Hugo had realized that as long as he existed and the duke who would use him to the end existed, they could never be free.
And on the day he left to Roam, Hugo brutally and thoroughly murdered the Duke and anyone with him, then by his side, slit his throat and died.
“He was someone who couldn’t catch and kill a bug so the one who drove him to do such a cruel thing was that old fool. It was to the extent that I had nothing to say. What choice? That was not choice just ugly greed.” [Hugo]
“Young Master.”
“Stop calling me young master. I am the Lord of Taran and the Duke. Are you still living in the world from 10 years ago?”
The tall and firm wall around him did not show any gaps. Philip sighed. For a long time now, he was unable to end his feelings and he’d thought that now that the young master was an adult maybe he would understand. It was a fruitless expectation.
Would the Taran bloodline end this way? Is it right for such a noble lineage to end this way? He wondered if his father’s dying words were karmic. Originally, there was no precedent in which twins were born into the Taran lineage. Maybe the unusual occurrence was a warning.
“I heard you were married.” [Philip]
“So?”
“That person must not give you a child.”
“Then it can’t be any better.”
“Do you understand what the Madame wants?”
“This is just a warning but don’t you dare try approaching my wife.”
Hugo fiercely bared his teeth. Surprise flashed through Philip’s eyes.
“Then young master Damian needs a bride. Otherwise, the bloodline of Taran…”
“Shut up! you prattle on about such dirty acts pretty well.”
People had no idea of when the Taran family started or why it took up residence in the desolate North. They did not know why the Taran family, with so much strength under its belt, would live quietly as servants to the King.
The one and only purpose of the Taran Family. The truth that only the head of the Taran family from generation to generation and a select few knew.
It was the preservation of the Taran bloodline. And to achieve that purpose, they found the safest and most secure position for their plan. It was a land that did not appeal to the greedy or desirous and was a place that not everyone could handle. The north was a place made for Taran.
Now the only remaining people who knew of this truth was Hugo and the old man in front of him. Hugo had grabbed and killed everyone who knew, leaving no stone unturned. The old man wouldn’t have been able to avoid death if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d saved his brother’s life in the past.
“Did you know this? You guys are savages and I point at those bastards in the north who can’t help but leech off my sister.” [Hugo] (1).
“You must not judge it by the moral standards of an outsider. The Taran bloodline…”
“I’ve said you should shut up about that. I don’t want to hear shit about those nonsense bloodlines. Normally, women do not hurt their children! More like monsters, what noble lineage!”
Philip slowly closed his eyes with a heavy expression then reopened them.
“…you still say such words. Then…is young master Hugo a monster? What of young master Damian?”
“…”
“Though the deceased Duke chose such an excessive method…”
Hugo smirked then sneered coldly.
“That jerk of a father…no, stop. I think my mouth will grow filthier.”
“The Taran bloodline must continue…”
“That damned obsession. Such dirty acts will end with me! Hey, you crazy old man. I don’t think things like God exist but you should thank God that your neck is still in place. If you touch my bottom line one more time, I won’t owe you anything. Wherever you live, whether it is Roam or anywhere else, just like you’ve been until now, don’t let me see you, just shove yourself somewhere. This is my last warning. Get out. Right now. If you show up around my wife, I will rip out your heart.”
Philip looked at Hugo for a long time without saying anything, then he bowed his head, turned around and left the office.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Hugo rose and in a pose of pushing against the desk, tried to adjust his breathing. His clenched fist was shaking violently. Kill him! He wanted to kill that bastard right now! Rip his heart out, break his neck and throw him into the most miserable place in the world then throw him to the beasts to eat!
The thing inside of him screamed viciously, threatening to break out. His whole body seemed like it was boiling and his red eyes darkened even more looking like blood.
After a long time, his breathing slowed to a more comfortable pace. It would be difficult for the monster inside him to come out now.
He was Hugo. Hugo would never abandon the prestige of his place as the Duke. It would be easy to kill the old man. But he couldn’t. It would have been better if the life debt was for his own life, then he couldn’t care less about it.
When Hugo had completely calmed down, he called for Jerome.
“You said you brought a female doctor from the capital, right? As my wife’s primary doctor?”
“Yes, Your Grace. Shall I call her?”
“You don’t need to do that. That old…no, Do not let Philip get close to or even approach my wife.”
He knew that Philip had nothing to do with her as of now but he hated the fact that Philip was anywhere around her. He didn’t want her to be hurt by Philip saying unnecessary words. He’d hate that. He didn’t want to see those amber eyes sad.
“I understand. Do you want me to place surveillance where they wouldn’t notice?”
“As long as he doesn’t enter the Roam residence otherwise leave it alone.”
“Would it be okay to inform her Grace?”
If he told her not to do something, strangely, it was her nature to become curious about it. He didn’t want to make her conscious of Philip.
“…No. Let them meet naturally. Don’t let her have questions.”
“I will do as you have asked.”
For a second, Jerome’s thoughts went to the events that took place in the western pagoda. There was no workers left in the mansion that had personally seen the events that took place. Except one person. And that one person was Philip, the family doctor. He didn’t know why those thoughts suddenly came to mind but he thought to somewhat tell his master of it.
“Your Grace, the other day, her Grace had asked why the west tower was locked.”
Hugo’s eyes immediately sharpened.
“So?”
“I told her truthfully what I knew. I told her the former duke and duchess died, and that your Grace’s twin brother… my apologies. I had judged that it was okay for the Madame to know. I was thoughtless.”
“…No. It is something she’ll learn of anyways. What did she say after she heard that?”
“She were a little surprised, but she was more worried about your Grace.”
“…”
Hugo stood up from his seat.
“I will be going out for a horse ride so don’t prepare dinner. I may be quite late.”
Jerome bowed in answer to the duke and waited as the duke went past him and out then he lifted his head with a grim expression.
‘What of a gift for her Grace…’
“…”
Hugo stood up from his seat.
“I will be going out for a horse ride so don’t prepare dinner. I may be quite late.”
Jerome bowed in answer to the duke and waited as the duke went past him and out then he lifted his head with a grim expression.
‘What of a gift for her Grace…’
It was definitely not the right mood to ask. On the surface, the Duke was no different from usual but after Philip went in and came out, he felt like the atmosphere had become pricklier. He immersed himself in his thoughts for a bit then shook his head. It was not the right behavior of a steward to dig into matter which his master hadn’t told him to.
“Then…as a present for her Grace…how does a flower sound?”
Translator’s Corner:
(1.) It says Hugo has a sister for sure but… >.> the wording is throwing me off, I wish Koreans used more commas.
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< — The Ducal couple — > (8)
The first tea party was pretty small. She had invited a total of eight people, mainly wives of the duke’s vassals and elderly noble women. She followed Jerome’s advice on whom to invite and the atmosphere of the party stayed amicable.
Lucia was a bit nervous at first but after she got to her seat, she realized there was no need to be nervous. The system here was a different one from the capital’s social system where you had to be ready at any time to fight tooth and nail in such gatherings. In the north and as the Duchess of Taran, she was already in a superior position.
They were all saying pleasantries and being harmonious so there was no needless consciousness of her mood. If Lucia had used her authority and hurt any of these old lady’s pride, no matter how much they laughed in front of her, the instant they were at her back, they would heap criticisms. Lucia kept her courtesy at a level where it was not too much but neither was it too little but this was Lucia’s first time being the host for a tea party.
In her dream, Count Matin pestered her excessively to socialize but he never supported her properly. After all, once you open a tea party once, you have to keep opening one. Throwing a tea party once and then deciding to quit was not something one could do. There was also the fact that throwing tea parties regularly cost a pretty good amount of money. Count Matin was a miser who would grasp money tightly and wouldn’t let go. On that subject, her body was pretty lenient on her considering what she ate and used.
Although Lucia’s experience as a host was lacking, for many years, she had attended countless parties in her dream. Even though it was mainly from having listened to someone else’s words and then hastily putting it into action, experience was experience.
All the noble women in attendance were experienced madams. The atmosphere of the party flowed well even if Lucia did not take the lead. Or rather, the elderly noble women were easier to handle than the young maidens. There was no need for the needless exchange of nerves, prominent amongst young female nobles and everyone here was in a relationship where they would be seeing each other’s faces for a long time so there was no need to hide what they wanted to or not wanted to say.
As she listened to the conversations of the madams, there were times where she’d join in the chat or even laugh. The ones who were surprised were the noblewomen. The young Duchess was now 18 years of age but she was not nervous in the slightest. The women here had daughters or even granddaughters of the same age as the Duchess, but compared to the Duchess, their children could only be described as immature.
‘Indeed, a princess.’
‘She’s full of elegance.’
‘To think she’d be so steady.’
Lucia was merely one of the common princesses in the palace but she was of the royal household. In the northern social circles, it was a big occasion for one to go to the capital and visit the royal palace and for the nobles, the status of a princess, even if it was just one, was an existence they had to look up to.
Compared to those her age, she was unusually calm and they had all accepted her with dignity and elegance. The older they were, the more satisfied they were with the young Duchess’ serene appearance. The young Duke of Taran was a very rash, coarse and hard to approach opponent so the relatively mild Duchess was very appealing to these noble madams.
“Soon, are you going to open up a grand ball? My granddaughter told me to definitely ask you.”
“No, there is no plan for that yet. I prefer this, just accompanying the madams to talk about trivial matters. A ball is too noisy and complex.” [Lucia]
“That is a very good point. If you open up a ball, the younger ones will be the ones coming over to play.”
“I agree. Drinking until dawn and then staggering around doesn’t look so good.”
The noble madams swiftly supported that. Memories of themselves playing around in their youth seemed to have simultaneously disappeared from their minds.
“Please excuse my rudeness.”
Jerome came into the terrace as their conversation was reaching its peak. A tea party was an event for women alone, even the people serving were to be women only so it was customary for men to not interfere.
“Is something the matter, steward?” [Lucia]
“I apologize for disrupting your Grace’s enjoyment. His Grace sent a present to celebrate your Grace’s first social event. May it be brought in?”
The expressions of the madams filled with excitement at once and they exchanged glances. With her face slightly red, Lucia gave her approval and maids filed in. They all held beautiful flowers in their bosom. It was a feast of beautiful red flowers; roses, tulips, chrysanthemums, geraniums…
It was indeed an assortment of red flowers. The maids began to put them in every corner of the terrace, they put some in vases, then they started to decorate all around the table. Very quickly, the interior of the terrace was filled with sweet floral scents. At the very least thousands of the flowers were fully bloomed.
“Oh my, oh my goodness.”
“I never thought the Duke would be such a romantic person.”
No matter how old they got, women loved flowers. The madams tossed away their etiquette and cheered happily. Now that they had grown older, the fluttering heart for love that they had in their younger days had waned but upon witnessing this unexpected romance, their passion was rekindled. Having received this unexpected gift, Lucia’s heart also beat faster.
“You say His Grace sent this gift…did he have any words for me?”
The experienced steward did not panic at her question.
“He hoped that you’d take kindly to the theme for today’s present.”
Lucia’s eyes widened slightly then she gave the steward a soft smile.
“You’ve done well, Steward. I would like to give his Grace my thanks personally.”
Continuously, till the tea party ended, the noble women mentioned how envious they were of her. Surrounded by them and their words, Lucia’s face reddened till it looked like one of the flower petals. Lucia gave each one of them a bundle of flowers to take with them as they made to leave.
Even then, there were still many flowers remaining. The noble madams returned to their homes, extremely satisfied with the beautiful present that was neither overbearing nor lacking.
“You’ve worked hard, your Grace. Looking at the bright expression on the faces of the noble madams, it seems that they all enjoyed the tea party.”
“I also enjoyed myself and you too have worked hard, Jerome. But, I have something to ask.”
In that instant, Jerome’s shoulders stiffened. These days, her Grace rarely went on the offensive.
“…Yes, your Grace.”
“The flower present. His Grace did not order it, right?”
“What?”
Jerome frantically exclaimed despite himself and asked her a question. As Jerome slowly turned pale from astonishment, Lucia couldn’t help but chuckle.
“At first, I had thought it was a gift from him. I would have been deceived if you hadn’t said anything after that. ‘He hopes that you’d take kindly to today’s theme’. That person is not the delicate type. How could you not know him better than I do?”
If Jerome had said that his Grace had no words for her, she would have thought that the gift was something Hugo had sent.
“Ah…that…Your Grace. W-well, it..it’s…”
Lucia warmly comforted Jerome who was stuttering pitifully.
“It’s okay. Thank you for the present. Jerome.”
“Your Grace! It’s not like that. His Grace really wanted to send a gift but he did not know what to send. That’s why I sent flowers…”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s the truth. Please trust me, your Grace.”
Lucia examined Jerome whose complexion was pale and stiff with doubtful eyes then gave a low hum. His expression looked so pitiful she decided to drop the topic here.
“I understand.”
“Your Grace, it truly is.”
“I said I understand. I will give my thanks to his Grace.”
In a different way, Jerome was now difficult to deal with. If she were to give her thanks personally to the duke and something went wrong…but at this point, she couldn’t say no. Even if he meant well, undeniably it was an act to deceive her.
“I shall be sitting here for a little while longer. The flowers smell very nice.”
“Yes, your Grace. Shall I bring you some tea?”
“I’ve already drank a lot of tea. There’s no need to.”
Jerome withdrew and Lucia sat for a while in the quiet terrace, enjoying the scent of the flowers.
Translator’s Corner.
* What do you guys like better? Butler or Steward? Let me know in this poll: .
Or you can comment. Either way is fine.
< — Ducal couple — > (8)
TN: So I tried using butler & steward. Doesn’t seem like it was jarring to me so I might go with that. That said, most of y’all seemed to like stewards like I do. Great minds think alike (jk). (〜￣▽￣)〜
During the timeframe of the tea party, Hugo was having a meeting. Hugo held regular meetings with his vassals, knights and local lords. From their point of view, holding a meeting once a month was good enough to know the state of things but all of Hugo’s other meetings were held at least once a week and then met frequently to hold meetings.
His style of meeting aimed to provide solutions to the issues that are raised during the meeting. So, when he enters a meeting, people were only able to come out after it was over and with faces full of exhaustion. There were many cases where the meeting had started in the morning and lasted till evening.
Today’s meeting took a long time too and was only done sometime after the tea party had ended. Thankfully, the time for dinner had not yet passed. The current time was a bit too early to have dinner but it was also a time without any particular purpose so Hugo asked Jerome about Lucia’s whereabouts.
“Her grace is on the terrace.”
‘Ah. The tea party.’
[Since it is her Grace’s first event, what do you think of sending a congratulatory gift?]
‘Damn,’ He lamented a little. He’d wanted to send a present but then forgot about it.
Yesterday, his mind was focused on something else, and today, he’d been in a meeting since morning and hadn’t had time to think of anything else. Well, at least today still wasn’t over. Even if it was a little late, as long as it was given today, there probably won’t be any problem.
“Is she still having a tea party at this time?”
“No, Your Grace. It’s been a while since it ended. Her Grace is just passing her time on the terrace. And…since you did not give any orders on a gift for her Grace, I used my judgement and sent flowers and decorated the terrace.”
“Hmm? Okay, you did well.”
As expected, his steward was very capable.
“You said she was on the terrace, right?”
Looking at the back of his master, Jerome couldn’t bear to tell him that her Grace was currently suspicious of whether his Grace had truly sent the gift of flowers. This incident was undeniably Jerome’s fault. It was the first time in his life as a butler to hide his mistake from his master.
Ignoring Jerome who was busy drowning in his sense of shame, Hugo took light steps towards the terrace. As the day drew to a close, the red glow of the sun was cast on the terrace and the moment Hugo reached the terrace, he stopped walking.
Lucia was sitting down with her eyes closed, supporting her chin with her hand on the table. It was as though terrace was enveloped in a blanket of silence, it was not a heavy silence but a serene and calm one.
‘What is she thinking of?’
He didn’t want to disrupt her contemplation but he was also curious as to what she was thinking about and was tempted to immediately bring her back to reality. Looking at her peaceful face, his heart couldn’t help but grow calmer. She looked so comfortable and at ease that it took his breath away.
Hugo slowly closed his eyes then reopened it. Sometimes, when he looked at her, he felt strange. He felt as though there was something pressing down on his chest and his eyes couldn’t quite make out what was in front of him, like something unknown was gnawing at him from the inside.
It was not a pleasant feeling but this feeling did not make him unpleased or uncomfortable. In his life which had always been clear and precise, she was a puzzle piece that he’d been unable to find a place for.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open. When she discovered his presence, she gave a smile as radiant as sunshine. Hugo momentarily furrowed his brow. He felt as though his heart was being pricked with a needle, and felt a twinge of pain. These days, he kept having abnormal symptoms in his body. So far, he’d never fallen ill and as for wounds, his body recovered remarkably fast so he never needed doctor and had lived without one.
‘…Do I need to ask them to call in that old man?’
What was he thinking? Philip’s face was one face he didn’t wish to see even in his dreams. Lucia quickly got up and ran towards him. The very enjoyable tea party, the fragrant scent of the flowers and the sad but beautiful glow made by the slowly setting sun, all of it had slowly elevated her mood. She had been enjoying the quiet peace on the terrace and just when that happy feeling had reached its peak, he arrived.
Lucia expressed her currently bubbling emotions by running into his arms.
“Woah…”
As she had suddenly ran into him, he was stunned for a moment. He held her waist firmly with his arms as she rubbed her head on his chest and relaxed into his arms. He responded by embracing her soft bosom to his body then he lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. She was doing cute things she’d never done before. If this was what she had learned at the tea party today then he didn’t mind opening one every day.
He smiled tenderly, lightly grabbed her chin and gave her a soft kiss.
“Was the tea party fun?”
“Yes, thank you for the present.”
His gaze immediately took notice of the terrace which was covered in flowers. It would seem that the gift that Jerome had sent on his behalf had made her very happy, and with that, he was satisfied.
‘Just why do women love flowers? They can’t even eat it.’ He couldn’t understand it but in the first place, he could never understand the existences called women anyways. His sight moved towards the bright and blossoming red flowers that seemed eager to show off their beauty, and his gaze landed on the rose flowers.
His eyes slightly stiffened.
[Please send me a rose flower.]
Suddenly, the words she had said came to mind. He then felt an ominous foreboding.
‘When did she say that?’
In his extraordinary memory which could remember everything from the day he could walk, an error seemed to have occurred. As his heart grew restless and desperate, his memory became more disordered. He struggled to remember the memory of something that had happened just a few months ago.
‘Right. The contract…the condition she gave me the day we made a contract.’
[If you believe that I am unable to control my heart, please send me a rose flower].
‘This… Damn it.’
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