The Marquess’s Amnesia

When I woke up, a young man with a sweet face and a young man with a cool face, and a magnificent man with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, was peeking into my face.

When I tilted my neck, not knowing who they were, the three of them looked at each other and panicked. At some point I was put in a carriage and brought to a splendid mansion by a stranger. And I was led to a large room, which I would say the master bedroom, and this pushed me into the big bed again.

So I gradually realized that the pain in the back of my head and I didn't know who I was. I had no idea where I was or who I was.

Next to me was a man in his fifties dressed in a swallow tail suit. At first I thought it was my father, but soon I knew it wasn't.

The man, who named himself Arthur, said he was the head butler of the Lutherford family.

And he called me "sir" and told me my name was "William Ignacious de Lutherford". I was also taught that I was the division head of the First Division of the Knights of the Kingdom in a fingerfolding grand aristocracy with a vast territory and power called the Marquis of Springfield.

But none of this stuck. I didn't even think the name William should have been mine since he was born.

Arthur came to me asking me if I could remember anything about my father, mother, siblings, friends, and servants who were in the realm, but I didn't realize any of them.

"Sir, then... do you know Master Liliana?

"... Liliana?

That was when I tried to ask someone, and if I heard Concon and Knock and Arthur replied, three humans came into the room.

One of them is a cool looking young man who was beside him when he woke up, wearing a swallow tail suit similar to Arthur's. The other two are women and one dressed as a maid. I breathed in the woman who came beside me so that I could be supported by the maid.

The light-colored blonde hair that rippled loosely, her fine, white skin with coral calf lips and a tiny nose that slipped through, and most importantly, she had two big eyes. Those eyes are silver as if they had trapped the starlight. Those eyes, fringed by amazingly long lashes, stare anxiously at me.

If she was taught she was the goddess of the moon who stood down on earth, she was such a beautiful woman that I would surely have believed without any doubt.

My chest rang like an idiot and I didn't even want to miss one of her blinks.

If in this mansion I meant to be my husband, this woman who came accompanied by a maid would undoubtedly be in her body, my brain didn't even remember her. Ask someone, feeling sorry for the person who looks at me anxiously and wishing me to be someone dear to me who is my husband.

"Sir, anything is too harsh. Leaving your wife alone like a human scumbag from time to time, no......!

Then the maid frowned between her eyebrows and roughed up her voice.

I don't think it was the kind of word to point at "sir" after all, but a young butler named Frederick blocked his mouth.

But from those words I found this beautiful woman to be my 'wife', my husband. I somehow tighten my face, which looks like I'm going to nibble with joy.

Arthur told the three that I was losing my memory. The two women, with their surprises on their faces, seemed speechless. The maid or other open mouth is not blocked.

Frederick leaves after Arthur leaves for him.

A woman turned to me and pointed a worrying look at me. She comes near me when she takes another step and opens her coral lips.

"Yes, it's fine. Sir."

He had a soft voice like rolling a bell.

She stares at me with a kind of crying face.

And I realized her thin, luxurious hand was holding my skirt tight, and I lay my own hand on that hand.

"Is it true that a beautiful woman like you is my wife?

May it not be a dream, I asked, wishing.

"Hih."

She was surprised to hear a lovely voice. Shiatsu, and takes her hand, which has made a sound and solidified. I dropped my mouth just touching its back and asked you to tell me your name so I could beg for forgiveness.

"I'm a flirtatious husband who even forgot about you, but please, can you tell me your name?

"Oh, uh"

She looks back at the maid like she's in trouble. Maybe that maid is her samurai. The samurai stroked her to brave her thin back by telling her something about putting her nibbled face back in the face of a woman who could do it in an instant. Even if I felt a little uncomfortable, I couldn't pursue it because the luxurious hand caught in the corner had escaped from my hand. The luxurious hand that escapes picks up his skirt, folds his hip so thin that it seems to break, and lowers his head gracefully.

"My name is Liliana Catherine du Alwin-Luterford"

He took Liliana's hand again, which raised his fearful face, and called its name with joy.

"Liliana"

Pull that hand a long time and let it sit next to you. The hem of her blue dress skirt spread flutteringly.

"So, sir...?

She orbits for some reason and sends her gaze to the samurai and Arthur.

I want her to look at me like that, hold her thin shoulders and peek into her face from the bottom.

"Liliana, I'm a flirtatious husband who has also forgotten about you, my wife, but please stay out of sight?

I stared at her white cheeks dyeing red and waited for the answer. It may have been a sarcastic word, but I was desperate at this time.

"There's no way I'm going to judge your husband."

Liliana politely conveyed each word with a bright red face. Loosen your expression a lot to the words that came from the bottom of your mind telling you that you think so.

"What a sweetheart you are. Thank you, Liliana. Your words alone have taken me somewhere."

I didn't know who I was, I didn't know who I was, I didn't know where I was, and I was unconscious. I'm sure she was trying not to be aware to protect herself, but Liliana's words softly engulfed the anxiety that swirled in her chest.

Liliana smiled softly and fluffily. The beauty of that laugh clogs my words.

"If I could relieve you, it would be most important. I'm your wife, but I'm here for you, so please tell me what it is."

"... thanks, Liliana"

To thank her, she returned the grin a little deeper.

Whether this woman was my wife or not, and again, when I tried to open my mouth, Frederick brought a man with white hair. He is about the same age as Arthur and wears a white coat.

Nor did I remember him saying that he was a doctor in the Lutherford family. But when he looked at me and Liliana, he smiled and narrowed his eyes.

I was just trying to figure out the meaning of that word, and priority will be given to catching you because Liliana hastily tried to get up. The smell of sweet flowers stroked my nose tip as I held my thin shoulder closer.

Lips on a well-shaped little ear peeking out of her hair, whispering as she pleads.

"Stay with me, Liliana."

Then Liliana deposited everything in my body. She is so cute that she is in trouble for turning bright red.

Morgan took the stethoscope out of the bag he left with Frederick. Liliana turned more and more red as I relaxed in front of her bedding. It seemed more and more cute to me that I was a couple but a beginner wife.

My eyebrows jump a little on the coolness of the stethoscope that was hit perfectly.

"Hmm, the contents of your body don't seem to be a problem. Then, sir, you hit me in the head, so I'm going to do another test."

Then Morgan asked me all sorts of questions.

Within answering that, apparently, I have lost all my memory, face, name, relationship, and past about people, but I have been able to see that I remain in my brain about the knowledge I have packed in my previous life. I know about letters, and I know what country this is. Place names, history, etc. were also in my mind. It was just unlimited. It was close to other personnel, and closer to looking at the textbooks than it was to myself about the history of the Lutherford family, and feeling like I was reading it. The only thing I remember the names of my ancestors I've never even met is that they're not part of my memory in a part of history.

"I asked Mr. Frederick as he came here, but his husband slipped his leg and fell, didn't he?

Frederick answers Morgan's question.

"When I was training under the assumption of rainy weather at an outdoor training ground on the Knights' property, I folded avoiding the attack, I was unluckily taken to the rain-soaked ground, and I accidentally hit my head hard on a stone that was on the ground. You all rushed into the infirmary to take charge of your unconscious husband. I woke up about thirty minutes later, but at that time they had already said to me," Who are you, "so this was important and immediately in the mansion. Fortunately, there were only His Excellency the Commander and Lady Alphonse besides me."

Liliana looked back at me. The silver glance stares painfully at the bandage wrapped around my head, but I had a sore glance at that.

While he is a knight, he also has so much to be ashamed of, such as falling, hitting his head and losing his memory.

"Don't look too closely, Liliana"

I turned to Liliana's purely worrying glance.

But it was soon to be regretted.

"also, sorry, it was impolite......"

What I heard was Liliana leaning over her face in a frightened, trembling voice. Apparently, she mistook me for angry because she stared at me.

I panic and wrap my hands around them and say an apology, also realizing that my luxurious hand was shaking on my lap.

"Chi, no, Liliana. I didn't blame you."

"No, I apologize. Forgive me."

But Liliana shrunk her little body even smaller into my words. It seemed like you were trying to escape my sight by doing so.

Forgive me, and I was almost reflexively holding Liliana in my spinning words with a crying voice.

Her body, cuffed together, was softly delivered in my arms with feminine softness but very luxurious.

To comfort her trembling, I stroked her back with a pound. In an effort to solve her misunderstanding, she gave reasons with shame.

"I didn't have enough words. The reason I forgot you was because I fell and hit you in the head. It's just too embarrassing."

"Oh, aren't you angry?

Shake Liliana's question to the side and deny it.

"I'm not angry. So don't be so frightened, it's okay."

Stroke a small head that fits perfectly in one hand of mine.

Then under my hand Liliana relaxed her expression in relief, exhaling. But when she suddenly blushes, she tries to get out of my arms. Her thin arms worked so hard, she was such a weak force that she wanted to suspect that she was pushing my chest but really putting her strength into it. She was so adorable that I desperately loosened my cheeks.

"Sir, please let me go."

"I don't like it. You're so thin, you're so soft."

To mean words Liliana looked up at me bright red to her neck.

"Hey, what did you say..."

That was so cute, I put my strength into my arms to cuddle.

"I've forgotten so much about your body, too"

I also found that her hips were thin enough to break, seemed a little light-hearted, but only those breasts, which were in the shape of being pressed against me, were full. If you stroke that hip up, Liliana will tremble and shove her face against my chest. To that cuteness, once again, the cold voice of the samurai came in between for trying to play a prank.

"With all due respect, sir."

I look up and see the samurai.

"Your husband only knows your wife's name."

……

I didn't know what the word meant and I tilted my neck.

Then the samurai opened her mouth with an unpleasantly shaped eyebrow.

"In the past year since I was married, my husband has never sat down with his wife at work, work, work. Even on the day of his marriage, shortly after the ceremony, he never even left the church with him, and when his husband took him back to the holding room, he changed into knightly clothes and went straight to work."

"No way...... 'cause there's gonna be a reception, right?

I couldn't believe the samurai's words and that's what I asked. The knowledge in me is that in this country there will be a reception after the wedding, and we will introduce to each other's relatives and acquaintances who have become wives and who have become husbands.

It was Arthur, not the samurai, who answered my question.

"It was also a season when most nobles were being returned to their territories, and my husband said there was no point in doing so, so we didn't have a reception. The wedding itself is attended only by me, Frederick, Elsa, His Excellency the Commander and Lady Alphonse."

Arthur hit and changed from earlier, looking at me with a cold eye.

I find it hard to believe the words he spins, but I find the identity of his earlier discomfort.

Liliana was frightened for some reason when she just said hello to her husband. No, you're not, Liliana's been frightened. You wouldn't be frightened of that if you were a good couple from time to time.

"So please return your wife"

Liliana is taken away in the arms of a samurai while I am solidified by the fact that I have noticed.

"E, Elsa?

"Ma'am, Frederick will excuse you."

The smiling samurai turned to me as she let Frederick plug Liliana's ear, with a beautiful grin that could be described as superb.

"My husband, who hates women and is famous, married Liliana for your own convenience alone. And this past year, you've hardly returned to the Mansion to say that you don't like having a wife in your own wedding habits. Even on your first night, you went right back to work after a little chat with Liliana. You didn't even know how thoughtful Liliana had been this past year, and after you lost your memory of keeping yourself locked away in the mansion without omitting your own selfishness, you realized Liliana's charm, and then you declared that your body was attractive, right? Don't be ridiculous, you unrestrained piece of shit."

I shuddered my lips as I gasped.

But the samurai's mouth never stops, and the two deacons to stop pretend not to hear.

"If you make Master Liliana cry, they'll kick you out of the mansion because, ah... that's why. There's nothing you can do about it. Keep it firmly engraved in your brain... That's it, sir."

Frederick's hand came off and Liliana looked back, but I dropped unbelievably.

If the samurai's words were true, I was definitely the shitty husband. It was a miracle that Liliana was worried about me.

"Come on, ma'am. My husband has a more precise test coming up, so let's go back to the room with me."

"So, but my husband..."

Without worrying about me like that, the samurai tries to take Liliana. Heartwarming Liliana seems to worry about me, but I'm not the sweetest person to worry about.

"Oh, how sweet your wife is! But it's okay, my husband is just having a little conversation with his past self. And because I'm hitting my head on that, I'm not stupid any more... and I need to see Dr. Morgan no more, not to get into trouble. So go back to your room without interrupting."

Liliana, convinced by the samurai's words, looks back and speaks to me.

"Sir, Dr. Morgan is such a great doctor. So if you have any anxiety, please tell your teacher immediately."

"... ah, oh"

Kind of her, it really came through to me that she was showing me such a husband from the heart, and I was about to be crushed by more and more guilt. I think it's just great to have a hard time getting back to you.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Morgan."

My kind wife bowed her head to the doctor and thanked the doctor and butler for their words. Again, she bowed her head to me before leaving accompanied by a maid of honor.

"... Arthur"

"Yes, sir. How did you do?"

"Is that samurai's word true...?

I inquired with a desire.

"Yeah, all Elsa's words are true, and my words are true. My husband has left his wife alone for a long time in the past year since he was married to his wife, and he has never given away a single flower, and you will not even sit down for a meal with him.... So whoever saw your husband's behavior earlier was" selfish, "and whoever heard that word sat down with only words that said" suck. "

The deacon, who seemed calm and strict from this view, was also angry again, and he came from the end of the word with a hint.

"... she wonders if Liliana hates me?

The reply that came back to the enquiry of a weak enough voice was yes, not no.

"No. Your wife is not frightened, but she doesn't hate, hate or neglect her husband. My sweet wife always thanked her husband for welcoming herself to her wife and letting her live a life of no liberty. However, since you two are meeting for the fourth time today, if your wife asks you if you prefer your husband as a man, I will take a seat with no."

To the words I fell into the futon in disillusionment.

As the butler put it, Liliana did guide me all the way from the moment I came inside this room to the time I left. But it's a duty to her in a way. Even if I never see him, he's my husband on the paperwork, so it was natural to say that he would do one or two things that worried me. Like it or not, that option doesn't exist in her in the first place.

Three sighs were zeroed at me with my head on that fact.