The Earl’s Bad Wife

What was under the mask was a familiar face.

Though the colour of her hair is different because she is wearing a corsage, there is no other person but her husband who has calm, gentle voice with mild green eyes and a sweet appearance like honey.

"How did you get here?"

"I will return the same words, ma'am"

To my husband's pursuit, I accidentally said, "Ugh!" I get stuck in words.

My voice was so cold, even though my expression was my usual smile. Your spine is cold.

"Wow, I..."

If I tell you I'm here to find the truth about my husband's rumors, you might be despised.

All the more so because the rumors of the players that were spreading were a mistake.

The other day, even though I had just repented of my sins, I went into such an action as to explore within the dry roots of my tongue.

My husband treats me sincerely, but if you come with me...

I don't want to tell you the truth. But that you shouldn't lie.

I decided to confess honestly.

"... I was investigating your rumors."

"My rumors, sir?

"Yeah, 'cause I heard something that bothered me."

Tell your husband exactly what you heard at the tea party.

"After all, was silence meaningless?"

Seems like what I heard was true.

There was also a presumption that my husband was introducing a woman to His Highness Augusto.

I bowed my head deeply, and made an apology. My husband tells me to answer the question because I don't need an apology or anything.

"What's a question?

"No, I wonder why you cared about the truth of the rumors"

He asked me if it was the information I wanted to know until I attended the masquerade.

"It must have been tough, a lot of things"

"... yeah, yeah"

It's hard to fake yourself, and it breaks my bones that I have to behave differently than usual. The atmosphere at the venue is light and unsettling, and I don't like the participants inviting me to dance forcefully.

The masquerade was a shallow event as I had imagined. It is completely separate from the evening club, painted with courtesy and manners.

I assumed this would happen. But I took part because it was okay. The reason for this is...

"I wish you weren't a player," I thought?

Make it a word so you can confirm it.

I could say the reason and convince myself that something in my heart would fit nicely with Ston.

"So, to confirm my innocence, you say you're here?

"Maybe, yeah."

He asked me if I could confirm it, and I nodded.

"Was it your left?"

Surprisingly, my husband noticed from the moment I entered the venue.

Anything, you said you knew right away when you stood up.

"Maybe the others have found out?

"No, I think that's okay. 'Cause that's about what I'm not exposed to."

That's what he said, but his husband doesn't know from his standing or his gesture that he is Erich von Veimar.

Although he was usually a person who moved neatly, contrary to what he had said, but now that he was a nobleman of silver, he also felt like a real nobleman.

Maybe he's using it consciously. I thought he was a hell of a cutter.

Besides, I can't insult my husband's ability to observe when he immediately realized it was me.

"You're an amazing person."

"That's not true. He's a man everywhere."

As always, he's a humble man by the time he's excessive. How do I grow up with this kind of personality?

Perhaps we can put it in the seven wonders of the world.

"I'm sorry I'm late to help than that."

"No, that was my fault..."

That there should be no violence.

Sister Dorothea had told me to use my powers only when there was an imminent danger of life or obvious chastity. Yet I was cut and slapped on my cheek.

"That's self-defense. Grabbing your lady's arm forcefully is something that must not happen."

Coincidentally, the man involved with me seemed to know my husband, and he managed to get a fold on it.

It made me lose my mind that I was going to the end of the noise.

Again, thank you.

"No, never mind. But I can't allow you to attend a masquerade in the future."

"That's, why?

I don't want to participate again, but I'm a little concerned about being restricted in my actions.

My husband took the mask that was in my hand and put it on.

"Sometimes it's not funny to me either."

"Really?

"Yeah, that's what it is. Thus, for example..."

All of a sudden my husband approached me and turned his hand around my waist and drew me closer.

"My wife forgives other men."

"Yu, I won't forgive you! Um, that was just disgusting!

The truth is that she had goosebumps all over her body while she was being touched, but she didn't want to make a scene, so she had a lot of patience.

"Did I, too, feel bad if I was like this?

……

I was approached by a strange man and had a chill running all over my body, but I didn't feel differently from my husband. Instead, I feel restless.

Tell me that honestly, and my husband will leave me.

"Well, let's just say it's okay."

"Yeah, yeah. Good, huh?

It kind of kept me away and I couldn't keep up with my understanding of what I was talking about. I must be drunk because I drank a lot of alcohol.

"That's why I'm not saying we're going to ban night games, but please make a good declaration"

"……… Okay."

My husband says, "Let's go home."

When I was drawn to my hips, I felt restless once again, and my heart rattled like a dokun.

I'm surprised by feelings I've never felt before, and if I stop, he asks me what's wrong with my husband.

I didn't think this was something I could honestly say.

So I ask another question.

"- Why are you here in disguise?

"Surveillance."

"Eh?"

My husband approaches my body even more closely and whispers in his ear.

"This is a secret story, but just a year ago, there was a secret meeting between a certain person and a certain wife."

You must mean His Highness Augusto. My wife is Keira von Polobark.

They faked their identities and participated in the masquerade party.

Maybe we were going to spend the night together in the flow around there.

Love says it makes people bold, but I thought it was a hell of a story.

"Therefore, His Royal Highness is not sneaking in or looking around."

"Oh, yeah, I was. That was tough."

"Yeah, really."

Looks like we're done talking, so I push my husband's body back to its original position. That said, they're holding my hips, so I didn't have a big distance.

"Will you continue to participate?

"No, this is the last night. Because I'm moving."

"Yes."

Speaking of good luck, I could tell my husband's mouth was broken.

Under the mask, you would be smiling as sweet as honey.

I am also relieved because the atmosphere is soothing like the one I have been straining.

Back at the venue, the participants felt like they were running low. It's too late. I guess I'm going home or resting in a separate room.

Still, I kind of felt my gaze pierced.

He may be collecting jealousy because he is singling out everyone's princess.

If you rush your husband home early, he will come out in unexpected behavior.

He lifted me up beside him, wondering if he had let his arm go from his waist.

Screaming from around.

I, too, was startled and almost screamed.

How did my husband do these remarkable things to me?

Fortunately, I don't know who I am because I'm wearing a mask.

I was to thank him from the bottom of my heart for what was a masquerade.