The Duke’s Daughter Is the Knight Captain’s (62) Young Wife

"Phew..."

Wilhelm sighed small as he walked back from the Knights garrison to the mansion.

There is no one else walking, only the moonlight gives it a way home. For Wilhelm, who works from time to time until the day changes as he usually does every day, it is usual to go home at this hour. And there is no one else, such as those who are returning at similar times, and even those who are working at night are already at home.

Not at all, it makes me want to resent my work.

Let's go home as soon as possible today - that's what I think every day. That's what I'm serving.

Even so, the workload won't let Wilhelm go home.

"... because you've been married to such an old bone,"

When I think of Carol waiting at the mansion, I feel so sorry for her.

I also decided to retire from the Knights because I wouldn't worry about Carol. Sometimes I was older than I was, and there were a few parts of me that were thinking about retiring. You can say that it was Carol's presence that held that back.

After retiring from the Knights, let's make Carol happy, even if it's a short time from now until she dies - that's what I was thinking.

Even so, it's always late at night when you can go home to the mansion.

Even today, when I thought I was going to be able to get home better, a new project came along.

He has not yet been able to fully grasp the full extent of the Knights, although Vector has only been entrusted with basic tasks, but he was only an assistant to Wilhelm as his previous deputy chief. Therefore, Wilhelm, who has complete knowledge of equipment, stockpiles, etc. in the current Knights, has so far responded to those who want a new merchant.

In the meantime, I've been dealing with a workshop that has been selling new products for about two weeks now, and it's been such a long time.

"... the product is good, but there it is"

Wilhelm knows all about what the Knights do with what Chamber of Commerce.

We know the good and the bad in equipment, and sometimes life on the battlefield is determined by the good and the bad, especially for protective equipment. But the expense to the Knights is not so luxurious either, and if you try to keep the cost around it down, you have to equip it with crude goods. Therefore, it is necessary to procure protective equipment with the greatest performance in the maximum amount that can be given.

In the meantime, that newly arrived Chamber of Commerce - with the ridiculous name 'Sometimes Workshop' - has offered better terms than its current counterparties.

A product that is lighter, more durable, and cheaper than the armor we have used so far. Most importantly, not all the conditions from the other side could be swallowed, and Wilhelm also carried out inspections with actual products. As a result, data appeared that it was possible to leave all orders for protective equipment in the Knights to the "occasional workshop".

Looking over there, wholesale protective gear to the Knights was a big deal, and that's all the sales were serious. So much so that a woman president named Angelina came to sell herself in.

But then what's not funny is the chamber of commerce we've been dealing with.

Not many, I have a proven track record of doing business so far. It's also hard to change a deal with someone like that right away. So much so that there are chambers of commerce that have intimidated that if we cut a deal, we will also raise the price of other wholesale items.

It was troublesome to make all kinds of adjustments, such as stopping the deal altogether with the Chamber of Commerce, which had stood around successfully and intimidated me.

Finally, he settled down, and all the chambers of commerce agreed to do the deal by first leaving about 30% of the whole thing to the 'occasional workshop'. Now you won't have to work overtime as long as you do tomorrow.

Phew, he dived into the front door of the mansion where he finally arrived and sighed small.

Recently, I have been given two days off, tomorrow and the day after, because of my late work. Tomorrow after I wake up, I'll talk to Carol about everything - and with that in mind, open the mansion door.

Always, a word without anyone to answer...

"... I'm home"

"Welcome back, Master Wilhelm"

"Buh!?

of the dark entrance hall, there.

Carol was sitting down.

To my great surprise, I'm about to inadvertently lose my hips. I've been working overtime for a long time now, and each time I told him, "You can sleep first." That's what I thought when I said I was sorry to keep myself waiting and to wake up late at night.

That's why all this time, Carol should have been asleep first -.

"Shah, Carol? Duh, what's going on...?

"Would you like to eat? Or do you get a hot tub?

"Yes, no, so..."

"I've been waiting for you to come home."

In the dim, but I can see Carol smiling.

I guess I've been waiting for Wilhelm's return here the whole time. In this dark, alone, I don't know when I'm going home, Wilhelm.

Why - yes, I'm too surprised to get anything to say the other way around.

"Carol... the hell..."

"Dear Wilhelm,"

Carol rises up and approaches Wilhelm.

And with thin arms.

Apparently, he punched Wilhelm in the stomach.

"Huh...?

"Eh."

It's like, it's like, over and over again.

Naturally, Wilhelm, who works out every day as a soldier, doesn't feel any itch where he was beaten with Carol's thin arm.

But action is too mysterious to say anything the other way around.

"Oh, hey...?

"No, no."

Even if he speaks, Carol repeats it extensively without stopping.

It doesn't hurt or itch at all where I got slapped, but I just purely doubt it. What the hell is wrong with you?

While you're at it.

Carol has turned her head to stop her slapping hand and hug her to Wilhelm.

"Eggs...... Ville, Helm, Dear......!

"Shah, Carol...?

"I know it's your job... but...!

"Huh..."

"I miss you...!

With Wilhelm's chest, so tearful, Carol.

All this time, all this time, I never complained about one thing like that. I just knew you looked lonely from time to time.

Naturally, too.

Married and up until now, I haven't looked after my family with all my work. While we were a couple, we could only make time together in the morning or so.

How much I must have missed you.

"... sorry, Carol"

"Dear Wilhelm..."

Wilhelm hugs Carol, who buries her face in her own chest.

Carol kept waiting for me to see myself, who never looked after my family.

Therefore, to the thoughts of such a young wife.

Wilhelm responded by just hugging him hard.