The Earl’s Bad Wife

My husband had found out about His Highness Augusto's visit.

It wasn't funny to ask or talk about, so I thought I didn't have to tell you.

Where the hell did the information leak from? I was going to tell your mother, but I haven't told her yet.

Deacon or maid? Or a gardener?

They are all servants brought from the Duke's house, with a strong mouth. I didn't think they would talk.

What more can I explain to my husband than that? Think of excuses.

My husband would be shocked if he thought he was just falling for someone he was serving.

"What the hell is Your Highness doing here?

A husband who suddenly asks a question that puts him to the heart.

Is it because you smile but your eyes don't look like you're laughing? I'm kind of scared, so I try not to look at it as much as I can, but I look away.

Then I informed my husband of the reasons for His Royal Highness's visit, which I had duly considered.

"I think I'm in a mood swing."

"In a house without a husband?

"... Yep"

After all, my husband didn't fool me easily.

Though I felt great about it.

"What were you talking about?

"I don't know, I don't think it's easy to talk about the world..."

"Your Highness did not talk to a woman when I was not in between, but was it different in front of Hermina?"

"Yes, Your Highness was very prestigious -"

Go that far and shut your mouth. I was wondering what an exhilarating tea party is like.

When I saw my husband properly, he had a different air even though he smiled like his usual sweet honey. Say it's intimidating, or what?

"It was Hermina who gave the gift to His Highness, after all."

"Oh, my God, I'm a gift."

"Tight on His Highness's cheek, a mark of his hand"

"Ah!"

Failed! I can't believe you're going back to work after that!

His Highness seems to have headed to work, despite the marks of his hand on his cheek.

The visit was not reported by the servant, but by His Highness himself.

"Neither Your Highness nor the Kingsguard told me how that happened."

The only thing I say is that I only talked about where I was going.

"It's not like I said who did this to me."

"That's right."

"Well, yeah. I was the one who slapped His Highness. Because that's what I'm talking about."

Confess your sins and stand up before you see how they react. Try to get out of the room. but my husband who pulls it off.

"I haven't finished talking to you yet, Hermina."

"Wow, I'm tired. Treat your customers."

"Yes, thank you very much."

"That's why..."

I tried to escape from this awkward space by staying on the momentum, but somehow my body wouldn't move. Should I call it the pressure of my husband's smile?

Sometimes I think it's strange.

If you take a glimpse of your husband, your smile disappears and you ask questions with a serious look on your face.

"Why, did you slap His Highness?

"That's because... that guy didn't care."

This is serious. I'm not lying.

"Why don't you care?

My husband comes at me exactly where he doesn't want to be poked.

I don't want to tell you a lie, but I don't want to tell you that I slapped His Highness either.

Therefore I looked upon my husband without meaning.

"I don't want to say, do you mean?"

"Do you need a reason to hate someone?

My husband, who heard me, turned into a troubled face.

Maybe she thinks she's a busy little girl.

I thought you could think so.

"I messed it up."

I thought that would solve everything, but it wasn't. My husband denies my claim.

"No, Master Helmina is not the kind of person who gets eclampsia. If I were to wake you, it's Your Highness. Your Highness must have said something terrible."

…… is that exactly what you can guess so far?

I was surprised once again by the sharpness of my husband's investigation.

"If His Highness were to tangle with others, it could only be about me. - For example, you said you were suddenly quitting sideways, so you came to tell me it was Master Helmina's fault?

"You, you can be a detective."

"Is it a hit after all?"

Huh and a huge sighing husband.

I breathed out my breath as loudly as I did.

After all, he couldn't hide anything from his husband.

"But I'm sure you weren't told about yourself and slapped His Highness."

"What makes you think that?

"That's what Hermina thinks."

Hearing such an unexpected high praise, I feel like I can't help it.

Something soothing and restless, unlike lighting and shame.

If I wonder what the hell that is, my husband has lowered his head.

"Thank you very much."

"Hey, what?

"Give me the honor."

"Beh, I didn't do anything..."

"No, he was a better kid than usual."

I wish it had been.

If I say I won't take any more questions, my husband replies clearly that I understand. If you're wondering...

"Tomorrow, I will ask what His Highness has told you"

He says it's quicker to ask His Highness.

"I'm sorry, so stop him."

"Is that it?"

"What?

"No, I thought you were going to protect your Highness."

"Because I'm not sheltering"

"Well, fine."

Now it seems like we're done talking.

And I rise up, and say, Good day, and leave the room.

I deal with His Highness and her husband today, and I get terribly tired.

I thought I was going to sleep well this evening.

◇ ◇ ◇

From today on, my husband will be working in a new workplace. She asked me to stay asleep first because I would be late on my way home.

"Though you don't have to tell me to sleep first"

"Thank you."

My husband is Nico no matter what this one says.

He's so calm that I don't think he's ever been struck.

Dropping off such a husband, I decided to work to prepare for a tea party before lunch.

If it's time and the invitees gather, the public discourse begins while drinking tea.

The topic will be discussed about a masquerade that apparently took place a few days ago.

"There was another masquerade?

"Yes, sometimes once every six months."

It seems to be at a rather whimsical pace.

He asked me if I was going, and I shook my head.

I would advise you all to have fun, but I didn't think so.

"But I was shocked about your son in silver."

"What's wrong with him?

Did my husband shut me up and join me? You said you weren't going anymore? Speaking of which, it's like the day you didn't say you were on night shift and you're wearing it.

When I was thinking about that, there seemed to be a wrinkle between nature and my eyebrows, and I was worried.

If I had any extra feelings of moya moya, I would discover that it was a mistake.

They were moaning when Silver's prince stopped coming to the masquerade.

… I also doubted my husband.

How come, when it comes to him, you can't control yourself? Suffer from understanding as I do.

I will discuss this matter with my mother or sister later.

I decided to get back on my mind and join the conversation...

"I'm sure your son in silver found the woman of his destiny."

"Huh?"

"Oh, me, I saw it. Where I carry a stylish blonde in a princess's arms."

"Yeah, well, that happened."

……

I thought it was a story in my dreams that my husband carried me in his arms that day.

I was drinking, too, and I didn't doubt it because I believed it was.

I didn't know it was a real thing.

I felt like he was saying he was going to pee or something, so maybe he did something embarrassing like that to me.

His Royal Highness Augusto's visit to the masquerade, the terrible pursuit of her husband, has been too much here lately.

There are many things to reflect on.

In the meantime, I decided to write to you in an attempt to reconcile myself with Your Highness.