The Duchess of the Attic

"You think it's the attic?

"Yes, ma'am called Beth and asked if there was a room in the attic that wasn't being used, and then let her guide her to the servant's room that was vacant."

"So you told me you were going to live there?

"It is so good to see you. He said that luggage, hot tubs, etc. cannot be placed in the attic, so the room given will also be used, but usually spent here," he said.

"What do you mean..."

Unexpectedly Hubert shrugged and ordered Romit to back off.

Perhaps you're going to be giving back your interest by making sure you don't spend time on the same floor because you said you wouldn't let Stella see you.

(determined to turn up the sound soon anyway)

Hubert, who was working in the study, hummed his nose and tried to focus again on the paperwork in front of him.

But the hand that held the fountain pen with nature stopped, thinking of Opal.

In the morning I listened to Mrs. Northam's appeal and got into Opal's room in anger, but first I remember how disrespectful I was.

He broke into the woman's room without even knocking, and when he greeted her, he didn't give it back, and he yelled and scattered.

Sure, that's all there was to it, but it's still not an acceptable act.

Besides, everything she told me afterwards was true.

Whatever life she's been living, she's actually just been able to pay off her debts with her bribes and repair the mansion, so don't have trouble living for the time being with the blessing from her father.

Now we can pay Stella's expensive medical bills as well.

Hubert remembered that Opal and I danced once three years ago.

It was so initial and pathetic then that there was something secretly appealing to me.

However, since that time Hubert has had to make debts, and instead of romance, he was nowhere near thinking about finding a bride, etc.

Afterwards, whenever I heard her rumors, I remember being disappointed.

Whereas she enjoys life as much as I do, Stella was becoming more and more tied to the bed and angry at its irrationality.

And when his neck stopped spinning, Count Holloway, Opal's father, called out where he heard it from.

Hubert was angry again, wondering if the Count knew a little bit about the debt that was supposed to keep no one from knowing because Opal wanted him.

But the truth is, I also know Hubert.

Anger toward Opal is mostly an eight-win way to delude the impudent self.

But only Stella must be protected from Opal.

The rest of her life was just a few moments away, and Hubert wanted to make all of that glorious for her.

Stella owes a great deal. And there's also a huge burden.

Hubert's parents died when he was only twelve.

As the three of us headed from the territory to the King's Capital, the carriage's wheels fell off and the body fell off the cliff unluckily, and one Hubert survived.

Moreover, in the two days leading up to his discovery, Hubert had to spend alone surrounded by his parents, maids and lords, plus the bodies of horses.

That fear is still unforgettable and sometimes done.

It was Stella who helped me with that.

Hubert had to sleep in his parents' bedroom every night, succeeding the Duke at the age of twelve, when his parents had just died.

Stella walked into the room after falling asleep and slowed me down.

Stella was only six years old, but when her family calmed down, Stella came to Hubert every night rubbing her sleepy eyes and singing her lousy lullabies.

It was something the two of us slept on, so it soon came to the knowledge of Northam and his wife, but knowing what was going on with Hubert, they were still young, and the couple forgave without blame.

Even more so, Stella began to sleep in her mother's room.

Maybe the couple wanted two marriages after a while.

Hubert didn't know that, but if he wanted to, he would have married even if he only thought he was his sister.

But when Stella turned ten, she was found sick.

At first I had a fever and fell asleep, so everyone thought it was just a cold.

That was no other symptom, just repeated fever, and when everyone was surprised and diagnosed by a well-known doctor, he was pronounced incurable.

Fever is the rescue signal of the so-called body, and in Stella's body, cells are fighting germs and protecting Stella.

However, unfortunately, this germ is very strong and they haven't found any medicines to combat it yet.

Perhaps with time, Stella won't even be able to walk, and one day she won't even be able to move her heart.

That's what I heard. Both Northam and Hubert mourned.

But you can't make Stella understand that.

For that reason, both Hubert and his wife had been keeping her mouth shut, taking care of Stella and protecting her, including servants.

Yet fate is harsh, and Lord Northam passed away before Stella did.

Sir Northam, who replaced much younger Hubert and had managed his territory and property, suffered a heart attack and died at the consulate on a cold winter day when Hubert was in college.

For Hubert, the consulate and the territory had so many memories with his parents that he could not return since then, but it had become an even more abominable place.

If it's true, maybe we should go back to airy territory for Stella.

But not only is it an abominable place over there, but if you don't have all sorts of doctors, just delivering the pills will take time.

I don't have the financial resources to just have doctors stationed on the territory right now.

The Territory's crops suffered enormous damage as a result of water damage that occurred four years ago.

Since then, one disaster after another, such as a drought and an outbreak of insects, had struck and, when they realized it, they had to pay their debts.

I want to let go of that land for the first time, but it doesn't work either.

Hubert decided to ride Count Holloway's sweet story as a bitter measure.

(Anyway, you'll be out of the attic soon. At that time, can we discuss it again...)

Hubert, awakened from his memories, thought so arrogantly.

I didn't explain anything about Stella. There is definitely a drop.

So I thought I could break it for a little while.

But Hubert's thoughts were vain, and a week later, Opal never left the attic.