My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don’t Want to Part With My Angelic Stepchild.

I was in the seat opposite it across the table, and I was curious to see that he remembered how it was, knocking his body down and laughing as he came around.

"What. Remember, laugh? Tell me what happened."

"I thought I got on the Marquis' shoulder, where the negro was tied, and I started ing my hair with my mouth. Because of that, the Marquis had three balds on his head."

"Yes. You deserve it, don't you? That man, I can't stop thinking about him as much as balding him. I wish I had said it all anyway."

"Exactly that...... Negro also breaks his belly"

"Looks like we're gonna have to compromise."

"But thanks to that, I was glad the Marquis confessed right away."

Apparently Negro didn't condone anything to rub his hair. "I'll tell you anything, let me stop this crow," said the Marquis, who feared his hair would be gone as it was, surrendering early as possible.

Apparently the Marquis had been worried recently about his scalp. Speaking of which, the man, although his beard was thick, felt a little thinner on his head.

"So, thanks to that handy negro, what did you find out? Uncle Fee?"

"The Marquis Hattere was connected to the Trojan State"

In imitation of Noah, Phee turned true.

"Does the Marquis have anything to do with that guy?

"It was Yuri's idea. He's the collaborator."

"I knew it......!

I mean my husband Anton, of course, with that guy. What the two rushed off to think was that they were acting too step-by-step.

Running down is not so uncommon in itself. Occasionally there are examples of two young people in different identities who fall in love, acting and running off with passion alone, without omitting their surroundings. But my parents probably bring me back, or I come back myself.

Because those who have grown up in the luxurious life of nobility, even if they try to pop out of the house with only momentum, they can't stand a qualitative life and return to their parents' homes. Even though I know that the side I fled with has also lived in a privileged living environment, I have a sweet fantasy that I can survive as long as I have love, so when I have to start living with them, they scatter, leak discontent and make it less interesting.

And soon love cools... and that's the pattern.

But Anton felt ready. Anton should be the only man who knows noble life. It seemed like a pattern of coming home from a public stream that I couldn't stand living with my mistress at some point, but it seemed strange that the office was too pretty after he was gone.

Don't cloud the bird trail that stands. And, although I feel like it was in some novel, it shouldn't have seemed like a rush off with Anna had been prepared from the beginning. Despite the fact that my uncle sent out a search party immediately, we can't just dive through that search network and escape to Trojan country. My uncle and Phee suspected that there might be a guide for anyone who went through the troil.