When I got home to the Duke of Almeria, I went first to see how my husband was doing.
... My husband slept in peace with Suyasuya.
I still don't allow predictions, but my complexion is better than before.
When I sat down in my side chair, exhaling in a ho when I saw how such a husband was doing, I stroked his head.
My husband has been working too much.
Iris was worried about Iris, and although I wanted to go see his face and help him with something many times... I was so worried about his health that I couldn't even think about leaving his side.
… these days, that's especially true.
He was always crossing the critical spot that there was still no reason to keep politics behind as the Royal Palace's fighting over forces intensified.
That's physically, but spiritually.
Always ahead of his sights were the country and the people.
Many people were manipulated and victimized in disasters and fake gold coin incidents... but on the assumption in the first place that he, his men, Count Sagittaria... and without Prince Alfred, the country might not have kept it that far.
Many of those who took up positions wearing the glory of Lady Ellia and the Marquis of Maeria had eaten inside the national government, but they did not even know the meaning of the existence of the office they had been given.
Therefore, nothing was done.
When it came to doing so, it was about fattening his own personal belly and how to get in his way.
Whatever, because Lady Ellia, who was at their top, and the Marquis of Maelia themselves were taking the lead on them.
Rather, it was the end of those who followed them in the shadows, trying to keep them from Us.
The fact that the administration of the country lags behind, which means that the institutions for putting people's lives together and running the country are not working properly, thus also having a significant impact on the lives of the people in the not-too-distant future.
Even I don't get involved in politics, that's about all I know.
In that case sooner or later, will it eventually destroy itself or, fortunately, can it be attacked by other countries...
It's not a metaphor, let alone an exaggerated expression, that the country didn't keep.
Under such circumstances, I was worried about my husband, who kept working shortly after I took a break, and I didn't care.
"I wonder if Iris' addiction to her job really made her look a lot like her husband."
I didn't think so, I groaned potpourrily.
The next moment, my husband opens his eyes thinly for a moment.
"... you're back, Mary"
"Did I wake you up?
"No...... What about Iris?
With a plundered voice, ask for concern.
"Don't worry, sir. Safe, they say it's Prince Alfred's victory. Things will change for the Duke of Almeria too… I mean, it's a victory for Iris too."
"... well. I was relieved to hear that..."
Her husband's eyes closed again when she squealed like that as she leaked her relieved breath.
I continued to see how my husband was feeling worried about his health, but I could hear him resting in peace and regularity and relieve myself.
Is there too much to worry about?
Every time I close my eyes, I wonder if I'm going to fall asleep forever like this, and I don't always care.
Dropping a kiss on her husband's forehead, she stood up and dived into a different door from the one that came in.
The door, at first glance, is invisible.
It's completely assimilated to the wall, and you won't be able to open it first if you don't know it exists.
Hidden rooms and hidden passageways connected by these rigged doors exist so much that they are always present in noble mansions.
There were a small number of such rooms in this mansion, as well as in the main residence of the Duke of Almeria.
What lies ahead, diving through the door, is a tiny enough room to be called a storage unit.
There is no such thing as decoration and no furniture.
The only thing I had was a potpound, a small round table and a chair paired with it in the center of the room.
I'll sit in that chair.
It's not a cushioned luxury, like sitting normally.
It was like a wooden, everywhere.
I sit there and then I hold a sword that is unfinished on my desk.
Neither does the fine sword have any decorative decorations, like the furniture in this room or in this room.
I'm familiar with my hand. Hold that for a while... then slurring and pulling the sword out of my sheath.
A terrible, practical blade that is used and yet carefully cared for at a glance.
... one breath.
I kept the sword close to my forehead and my eyes closed.
With usual training, like when you can calm down your breathing. Like prayer.
That's how I started taking care of that sword.