The Marquess’s Amnesia

I exhaled and threaded the beginning and end of the thread, cutting the excess remaining thread with scissors.

What you can do is a cushion cover. Embroidery with summer flowers was very beautifully done with the shade of colorful bright yarn. They put it out in the orphanage bazaar to add to the operating expenses. Your sewing, starting with embroidery, is my only stunt without a handle.

It's been another year since I married my husband and I've been married to the Marquis family and it's early.

Located to the west of the continent, the Kingdom of Creación has a vast and rich territory, a country that is now very peaceful and serene only a few years after the war ended.

My husband, who heads the First Division, which protects the King's capital in the Royal Knights of Veritate, who governs that clacion, hardly ever returns to the mansion. I've only come home five times in the past year, to the best of my knowledge. Four of them came home late at night and I never even looked at each other because they went out without waiting for dawn. Only once, I picked you up because you came home right after dinner, but you told me I didn't have to do it again, so I couldn't drop you off.

Remembering that time, I panicked and shook my head sideways as I was about to sink a little. My pale golden hair flowing off my shoulder into that clap caught my eye. Blonde is a half-colored hair with thin pigment and silver is said to be yellow. In addition to that, the same grey eyes as cloudy skies. It's very different from a beautiful stepmother or sister with a clumsy amount of things that can't be described as beautiful in face, flattery or cuteness. My stepmother and sister have beautiful walnut hair and a very beautiful face.

Even so, I have no busy bribes, and my real mother has no back shield because she is a naturalist. I can't even socialize, which is the job of an aristocratic wife, without my knowledge as an aristocratic warrant lady, and there are too many disadvantages to welcoming her as a wife until she pays a large sum of 30 million lil, except for the advantages that it would be convenient for her husband, who was mentioned. So it is not acceptable for my husband to neglect me.

But my husband has been very good to me.

I will never see you or exchange words. I do not receive gifts or flowers, but it is in the shame of my husband that I can live without any difficulty. The samurai told me that my hobby was sewing, or she provided me with fine sewing tools. And besides my husband's study and bedroom in this mansion, I'm free to walk around, and, oh, my God, I'm not pissed off when I'm out in the garden. Once every three days or so, walking in the garden with Elsa is my secret pleasure.

I was only allowed to leave the room once a week when my parents or my sister called me to the library, so it's very fresh.

So I thank my husband very, very much.

I was undoubtedly the daughter of Count Ayton with a history of origins, but my real mother Katrine died when I was six months old, and my father Lymos, who had put me in his mistress before marrying my mother, never loved me, and his wife's mourning welcomed that mistress as his second wife before dawn.

My father's mistress, who has been married to the Earl family from the Baron family as his late wife, is called Sandra. From me, it hit my stepmother, but when I was tempted, I was abhorred. Still, it was true that I was my father's daughter, so one day I was tutored between the ages of five and seven to make him marry as a pawn in a political marriage. But the incident I had when I was seven left an ugly scar on my body, and I lost any value as an aristocratic courtier. Still, my father and stepmother never abandoned me, but it's true that I had an ugly daughter to spare. So I was basically ordered to spend time in the room given to me in the corner of the mansion except to go in and out of the library.

I have a half-sister who is several months older and a half-sister under seven. My sister hated me, but my brother truly admired me like this, stole my parents' and my sister's eyes and came to see me all the time in my room. My fun at home was seeing my brother Cedric. The servants were spilling their eyes about whether they pitied me or Cedric was cute, so my parents and sister, who tended to be away, don't know about it.

Cedric had a heartfelt admiration for his very kind child and ugly sister. That kid, the successor to the Count family, had an excellent tutor, but Cedric was also a smart kid who could tell his ignorant sister what he taught him.

When my marriage was decided, Cedric seemed lonely, but only that kid gave me words to celebrate.

I still get letters only once a month. I have a desire to respond to Cedric, who says he wants to see his sister, but I am married to the Marquis, and I cannot go home without my husband's permission or invite any of my guests. Besides, most importantly, my parents won't make Cedric see me any better. I am writing to Cedric's friend, the Horseman Apprentice Boy's House at the Count's house, asking him to hand it over directly to Cedric. I can only write to you once a month because when I get more frequent I could find out.

The only worry I have with my daughter-in-law at the Marquis because I'm a adorable parent to all my oldest sisters is about Cedric, who matters. You're not lonely, you're not pathetic, that's all I'm worried about.

Concon, and to the sound of a modest knock. I raised my consciousness, which was swallowed by the vortex of thought, and answered, Go ahead, and looked up.

"Excuse me. Ma'am, I brought you some afternoon tea."

It was Elsa, my dedicated samurai, who came in. She comes over here pushing the wagon. I turn embroidered needles and threads into a nice sewing box carved with a floral design. White wood sewing boxes are carved with various flowers of soft wood on the lids and sides. Each one is carefully colored and very pretty and cute sewing boxes.

Elsa wears a small headdress with white frills with flax hair tucked together behind her without some gaps. The outfit has a black tone, cute puff sleeves and white round collar, and the frilly white apron and skirt length to the ankle are available. The other maid's ribbon is white, but the red ribbon with the embroidered white lily that adorns Elsa's neck is a testament to my samurai.

"Today, the chef made me her favorite tart."

Elsa grinned and put it in front of me. The plate had a good tart of rice on it. It is a delicious dish with a glossy red clay with soft yellow custard cream and white raw cream that you can tell is delicious just by looking at it.

"Thank you, Elsa. Thank you, Chef Feuille."

"Yes, ma'am, if you'll excuse me."

That's what I said. Elsa also lowered her back on the couch across from me. I have the same tart and tea in front of her as mine.

Originally, it's impossible that Marquise and her husband, me and Elsa the Samurai, would sit together. It is not praiseworthy that I can also be blamed for being overly polite to Elsa.

But it is the kindness of Elsa and the other servants that these are allowed to do.

When I first came to the Mansion, even when I was served tea like this, I couldn't speak. They didn't know how to eat a tart that was sparkling and as beautiful as a gem. That was the same for the morning, noon and evening meals, only bread and soup where I was at home, and I was terrified and very saddened to be unable to eat because I didn't know exactly how to use many forks, spoons, knives and other cutlery lined up to the left and right with the only luxurious meals I had ever seen, and I would get coarse phase.

Otherwise, I was cautioned on the first day by Arthur, the head butler of this house, not to honor the servant, and I was also very sorry to be unable to speak to him. In the Count's house, I also had a name for my servant, and if I didn't use the salutation, my father or stepmother would have whipped me out of my diet. I don't mind skipping meals, but my body remembers that anger, fear and pain, and I can no longer call them, ask them for anything, or respond.

Elsa, the only other samurai who helped me like that, was Elsa.

"... delicious. The cucumber is very sweet and the custard cream is very thick."

"Because the chef was praising himself for his painting. This evening, I made a potato potage that your wife loves."

"Is that true? I'm so excited."

I laugh and cut the tart into small pieces and carry it to my mouth. The fruit juice, custard cream and raw cream of the cucumber spreads, wrapping the acidity of the cucumber to enhance the deliciousness. Cookie dough tarts also have a pleasant crusty touch, and occasionally, the tea sandwiched between them is also rich in tea leaf aromas, adding to and enhancing the deliciousness of the tart. Elsa is the best person I know to brew tea.

As I said earlier, Elsa was the one who helped me out of eating and talking.

Elsa, who didn't want to be seen with ugly scars on that first night of marriage and was worried about me for crying and refusing to help her bathe and change, personally devoted herself to me. I was able to explain the fear and pain in my heart after a month or so to Elsa, who would do it as if she were my mother or my sister. Elsa held me in her arms, crying over her pity, and told me it was all right if it was a tribute, a tribute, or whatever. Plus this is how they tea and eat together because I teach them.

Without Elsa's presence, I don't know what would have happened to me. Elsa has become irreplaceable to me.

Elsa has explained it to me, and Arthur, a tough butler since that day, has also been kind enough to spill my lawlessness "at your wife's pace. Of course, Elsa and Arthur have taught me a little bit about manners as a lady, but I'm inferior to people, so I can't do it very well. But the other servants are very kind, and I sincerely hope that it was a real good thing that I came to marry the Lutherfords.

What my heart had melted little by little in the shame of everyone, starting with Elsa.

It didn't come true for my husband to love me, but for that matter, it was enough for me to have gentle servants, even if the underlying one was sympathy for a wife that my husband didn't love or for a little girl who knew nothing about.

Tea time, enjoyed while talking about no other love, passes relaxed.

I'm just replacing one more cup of tea and listening to a crazy story like a love story with my husband from Elsa, who brought the wagon back into the hallway. Five years older than me, Elsa is five years older than Elsa and married to the young Frederick, a childhood deacon. Mr. Frederick is also your husband's dairy brother.

"Frederick, when you do, you're gonna come back and buy me another piece, and you're gonna make a promise that you won't even make it to your next holiday to go out, okay? How many pieces and dresses do you think you're wearing?"

Puffy angry Elsa seems much cuter and more like a girl than her usual grown-up girlfriend.

I am very excited to hear about Elsa and Mr. and Mrs. Frederick. Because they're like happy lovers and couples themselves in romance novels. I often quarrel about whether the two of them were childhood friendly for that matter, but from what I hear, that's just love. And I said, "No!" and I won't say it because I'm going to deny it with all my might.

"Heh heh, Elsa and Mr. Frederick are really close"

"Ma'am, I'm not talking about good friends or bad. We have told you based on our experience that we will not be careful about promises that do not involve your contents."

I said it with a look like Elsa was upset. Elsa with a twirling and changing expression is just fun to watch. Elsa's rich expression makes her look more and more attractive because she's a beauty.

I'm only able to call Elsa out. It took me three months to accomplish it, but Elsa complimented me so much the first time I could call her naturally that I could only call her. That said, it's hard to fix the tone again.

"And it's raining a lot."

Elsa said face-to-face outside the window. I'll turn my face to the window so I can follow it.

I feel like my rain legs are a little stronger than they were before I had tea. Will it go down to night like this, when I shrugged, I accidentally heard a noisy voice coming from the outside and Elsa and I looked at each other. I look back at this one when a raised Elsa peeks out the window and looks surprised.

"Looks like your husband is back. The carriage is parked in the front door."

"Duh, what should I do?"

You can't hide your upset suddenly. They tell me I don't have to drop you off or pick you up, but this is the first time I've been back so early since I got married.

"I will confirm, your wife is here..."

The sound of a knock like a ton of tongues and a rush to burn blocked Elsa's words. Elsa checks with me with her eyes, and then she says, "Who is it?" What does it do?

"I will sit with you at the deputy butler Frederick. Ma'am, I need permission to enter."

"Doh, go ahead..."

Mr. Frederick is Elsa's husband. Even so, I rarely see her because she serves her husband, not this mansion. Mr. Frederick can't either because the Lord isn't coming back to the mansion.

Mr. Frederick, who came in with Gachari and the door open, was in a state of agony and perplexity on that cool-looking, terminal face.

Ma'am, please calm down and listen to me.

Elsa came right next door to me in a shitty atmosphere and held my hand. On that pluck I manage to stretch my spine and wait for Mr. Frederick to say something.

"My husband was injured during training. I don't have anything else to say about my life, but I hit my head on a falling clap... and something went wrong."