The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

"Master Gilbert, what happened?"

As he arrived in Gilbert's private room, Hans asked Gilbert while he was undressing his knighthood. The condition just now was obviously strange. It's like you don't want to let Sofia out at all.

While talking, grab the jacket placed on the back of the chair and carefully rehang it on the hanger.

I heard a rumor about me from Elatos.

It is Gilbert's habit not to tell the details. It hasn't changed since I was a kid, and Hans would have had a lot of trouble.

"Does that mean... the presence of Miss Sofia?

"No, cat ─ ─"

Hans sighs small to Gilbert, who is rarely and clearly distracted. I feel guilty about growing rumors. It is his fault that he does not realize how noticeable and fearful he is but attractive to others. And Hans knew how much Gilbert cared about Sofia. If you work as a butler head, you may see it yourself.

Was it the left?

Hans thought it was not a big problem if it was only communicated with cats. On the contrary, it is okay to know who the girl is. It is stranger that I have never had a partner before. Hans knew Gilbert didn't think so and swallowed the word. Gilbert glanced at Hans and removed the button from his neck. The collapsed knighthood had a unique colour and envied the appearance of the master, who could look ready for any appearance.

─ ─ Did something happen?

Hans nodded to Gilbert's question. Take out the two letters you brought. It would be even more troubling for Gilbert today.

"Letters from the Grand Master and Grand Lady and invitations from His Highness Mathias for the evening party."

Gilbert says his expression doesn't change much, but Hans is familiar with it. That's definitely what happens when you're in a bad mood.

"Your Highness invited you to a night club?

"Didn't you hear?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect it to be delivered here ─ ─"

Gilbert naturally opens Matthias' invitation first. Looking through the card taken from the inside and the note attached, I noticed the eyebrows easily.

Hans knows what's written there. Sophia should be allowed to debut on the social scene at a party celebrating the New Year's Eve next month. All I know is that there was another letter to the Marquis. The letter to the Marquis had been opened by Hans with permission from the ancestral Marquises in the Territory. I have sent it back to the territory after opening it.

"What do you want me to do?"

Gilbert did not answer the question. I am reluctant to point it out to Hans because I am seeing Sofia pulled into the Mansion the other day.

Gilbert sat on the sofa and opened another letter. A letter from Gilbert's parents in the territory.

"─ ─ Hans, what did you say?

"What do you mean?

Hans, who doesn't know what's inside the boulder, has to tilt his neck. Gilbert put his hand on his forehead and exhaled a deep sigh, leaning against his back. Letters are placed on the table to be released. It is unusual to show a cowardly figure that is easy to understand. What did it say?

Look inside.

Get the letter with forgiveness. The hard sentence that I wrote to my son started with a greeting from time to time and touched on the state of affairs in the Territory - the second half of it was filled with content to hasten Gilbert's marriage. Politely, it is written that if there is a daughter who likes it, regardless of her identity.

"This is...."

Hans suddenly began to hold his head. Gilbert is already twenty-five. The absence of even a fiancée is certainly unusual, given the name of the Marquis lord. However, they were afraid of their peculiar abilities, and Gilbert himself did not show obsession with certain heterosexuals, so their parents never hurried. I can say that I gave up. The ancestral Marquis had a brother and now bears the name of Vicomte. If Gilbert hadn't found out who he was, his son would have succeeded in the future.

"I did report on Sofia. ─ ─ Why is this happening?

Probably because Gilbert never named a woman. I received a letter from Hans once, so I wrote honestly and replied.

But it is true that the Marquises want Sofia to stay with Gilbert as it is. A cute boy who someday stopped showing his emotions and had even fewer words. It was a pleasure as an employee to see you regain your clumsiness and humanity.

"Is there a problem?

"It can't be."

I can't see Gilbert's expression. Hans remained silent for a while. I know Gilbert wants to protect Sofia. And I knew that if I put it on my side, I would be unhappy, and I didn't want the future. But I wondered if it would be good for Gilbert. Seems harsh and is actually a gentler husband than anyone else. I don't want you to give up everything. Hans prepares himself and speaks with hesitation many times.

"In your words, Mr Gilbert. ─ ─ So what are you going to do with Miss Sofia?"

"... calm happiness suits her."

Gilbert exhaled the words with a deep sigh. Hans predicted that Mathias would have heard the same thing. Otherwise, you wouldn't have received such a letter. Make a calm gesture and choose a word that points to the core as much as possible.

"But if we don't get out of the Marquis to protect it, there's no new encounter. Are you going to keep me locked up forever?

That's ─ ─

Gilbert woke up from his back. Hans's eyes swinging to explore something turned towards him. How long has it been since I saw this expression? Some of the things that changed Gilbert so hard included Hans himself, who was always there.

"Keep it hidden is not the only way to protect it. Do you really care about her?

Hans was convinced that it was Sofia who now made Gilbert human. The desire to regain the regrets of the past puts expectations on unrelated girls.

Anyone who works for the Marquis of Forster knows that Sofia is in favour of Gilbert. I liked how desperately I tried to stay on Gilbert's side without high hopes. The truth is, there are no barriers like that girl feels. They are the ones who are building the wall.

"... I'm sorry. Let me think for a moment."

Gilbert, who had lost sight, said, muttering.

"I'm sorry. I said it was too late."

Hans can't help but hope for his husband's happiness when he bows his head and says an apology. The face facing down would not have been very Gilbert's. I wonder if my eyes became brittle as I got older.

"No, thanks, Hans. I'm going to eat."

Gilbert walks past Hans without raising his face. I always thought of it as a child, but I felt the definite growth of Gilbert, whom I respected as my husband. The door closed and Hans finally returned to his posture. He sighed as if a happy future were coming.