The Marquess’s Amnesia

First of all, it is the library room that I visit most often that guided my husband.

The Lutherford family library is very splendid and has as many books as the number of stars. I also had a library at my parents' house, but the number and type of books are different digits. Besides, your father didn't really like to read, so time stopped at your grandfather's when he came to pay for his new book. The Marquis, on the other hand, says the number of books kept is increasing because there is a clerk in the library.

Monica, the clerk, is twenty-three years old and younger, but she says she's the grandson of her predecessor. She's only been helping her grandmother, who was the clerk at the time, in this library since she was a child, and if you ask her, she'll find you any book.

"And that's an amazing number of books."

I said as my husband was impressed as I looked up at the tall bookshelf.

"In the Lutherford family, all servants are free to browse, except for the precious books of old. They also lend it to us."

To Mr. Frederick's words, my husband hammered, heh.

I spoke to my husband and took him to a shelf lined with sewing-related books that I always use.

"I've always borrowed books here to get ideas for designing orphanage bazaars and donations for children."

I take my hand off my husband's arm and remove from the shelf the best collection of embroidered motifs from a series of well-read plants. Various motifs are collected for each plant edition, animal edition, everyday edition, geometric edition and theme. This is an old book in one way or another, but the classic motifs are very delicate and complex, difficult to stab, but very nice.

"I take care of this book in particular."

When I give it to my husband, he turns the page of the book he receives in pieces. A lot of paintings are in black and white, but they are on the book, and the yarn colors are specified in detail, and they are carefully written about the order in which the stabbing begins and the area to be finished, so if you do that, it will be very beautiful.

"Amnesia or not, I'm sure I wouldn't have turned sewing into a boulder"

"Heh, right. I can't really imagine."

Wouldn't you? and her husband clasped his shoulders as if to stand aside.

"But Liliana is amazing. You're gonna look at this book, read the description, and finish that embroidery, right? The sunflower was very brilliant during this time."

"Thank you"

I am very happy to be praised because I am confident only embroidery.

"Which motif does Liliana particularly like?

My husband asked me a question that lowered my position so that I could peek into the book. I turn the page of the book in my husband's hand and look for the page you are looking for. This book classifies flower motifs by season, but my favorite motifs are a lot of them collected at the end and specially set items.

"... a rose?

I nodded with the meaning of the correct answer to the answer given by my husband who saw the picture.

"I often stab rose embroidery because I like roses best. A lot of petals are like dresses, and the colors are bright and very pretty, so it's my favorite flower."

"A rose. A rose would know that, too. I'm not very familiar with flowers, but I know about roses, sunflowers and lilies."

"Then, sir, would you like a drawing or something? There are many wonderful drawings with pictures here. I think finding out the names of the flowers decorated in your room will help you feel better."

I kept a collection of motifs from my husband's hand and tried to put my foot on a shelf lined with drawings, but "more than that," my husband says.

"What else do you prefer to read than that?

"Anything else? … Others, well, I'll read poems, and I'll read history books as part of your studies… and I especially like that, love, novel"

I am ashamed to tell my husband because he is somewhat of a childish preference. I'm already an adult, but I'm stuck in a romantic novel for girls. There were few such novels in this library, but Monica, the secretary, purchased a lot of them "if your wife is going to read them". Originally, I had a request from the young maids that Monica was happy to have a good excuse because the genre was just genre and she could not be purchased without permission from Arthur at First Gate. Reading Elsa's and other maids' recommendations and sharing your thoughts is one of the pleasures of coming here and finding out.

"What kind of book? I want to read it too."

"So, is your husband there?

Unexpectedly I round my eyes in surprise. Mr. Frederick and Elsa, who were beyond his husband, also had a surprising look.

But I even feel like your husband's blue eyes are straightforward and curious everywhere. Nevertheless, a romance novel is a romance novel. Not very much, but I can't say it's a book for my husband. That's obvious from Mr. Frederick's expression, too.

"There must have been some kind of swordsmanship guide on the shelf somewhere, but that's better."

"I want to know what Liliana likes, I want you to tell me"

My husband begged me so seriously that I snorted aggressively. Then my husband took my hand, happily breaking his face.

"Which shelf is the novel?"

"It's over there"

To whom Mr. Frederick indicated by hand. My husband tried to pull my hand and walked out. A big, broken hand wraps my hand softly.

In front of the novel shelves that I quickly arrived at, my husband said, "Which one?" and tilt his neck. With a little anxiety as to whether I am really good, I ask my husband to take his hands off me. I find one out of the shelves that I recently read and found interesting. It's a book so interesting that I don't care about the thickness of it, though it's split and thick.

"... 'Mouth me in the herb garden'?

My husband will read out the title of the book.

"What kind of book is that?

"This novel sets the stage for a fictional kingdom called the Kingdom of Oransh. I'm talking about a witch girl living on the border of the kingdom and a translated adventurer youth falling in love. The witch girl has left leg and left eye, but she works with the demon black cat to grow herbs and herbs and make medicine for the villagers. She's a lovely girl who's very bright, energetic and fragrant. It begins with a stormy night."

My husband asks me what the book is about and I answer hard. I want to share that charm with my husband because it's my favorite book.

"A strange young man comes to the girl on a stormy night. That's the young adventurer, but the young man was badly injured, and the girl was aware of the danger and welcomed the young man to take care of his wounds. But the young man falls asleep for a few days after the injury... and when the fever goes down, he says he doesn't know who he is."

"You're the one in trouble, just like me"

My husband frowns. I laughed and shook my head sideways.

"He lied."

"Lie to me?

"Yes. The young man was born in Wang Du as the Duke's third son. I didn't succeed him, so I became an adventurer, handled him, and became a hero of the same kingdom as my husband. But I got famous, and I got caught up in a successor fight, and I was about to take my life, and I was chased, and I got out of the king's capital, and I slipped my legs on a stormy night, and I fell into the river, and I managed to get to the girl."

"So you lied about amnesia because you didn't want them to know your identity."

"That's right. Girls also realize that's a lie in their days with youth, but they keep pretending they don't know because they think that if they reveal a lie, the youth will go somewhere. The two become more and more attracted to each other, but the lies and the girl's hidden past and all sorts of things overlap, and it's hard to bond. The classification is a romantic novel, with lots of other fascinating characters coming and being a childhood tame young man secretly falling in love with a girl, and fellow adventurers who came after the youth, but it was a very interesting story, packed with the thoughts, wishes and thoughts of all sorts of people, the malice and goodwill involved in it and everything."

"Sounds interesting, I'd like to read it too"

My husband said intriguingly as I scrolled through the pages with paralysis. Loading a little of the beginning, I close the book and look back at Mr. Frederick.

"All right, let's read this tonight. Frederick, in my bedroom."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Frederick received the book and held it aside looking important.

"Can I borrow something from Liliana, too?

"No, because I have about two new books in my room."

"Right. Shall we go next?"

That's what I said. My husband offered me an arm. Now Sora and I succeeded in putting our own hands on those arms.

My husband is gentle, so he walks slowly according to my stride. We had a meeting with Monica who was at the counter and we left the library behind.

"Liliana, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm asking the head chef for an unpretentious dish. You should eat without worrying too much about manners"

"Yes, sir"

I painstakingly replied to your husband's care, but I'm nervous. If my husband hadn't promised me he would never be "mad" this morning, just like last night, I might have fallen. I know Elsa and Mr. Frederick both look worried and look at this one, but I couldn't afford to respond.

It was lunch time after about half the tour of the mansion and we came back to my room. The other maids were doing the lunch routine, so now, we're waiting for the food to come.

"I brought you lunch."

I hear that voice, and Mr. Frederick opens the door and welcomes me in.

Maid Melissa came in as she pushed the wagon with lunch on it. Melissa is a maid two years older than me.

Mr. Melissa will remove the silver cover and Mr. Frederick and Elsa will each bring a plate of cooking in front of me and my husband. There was a main quiche and accompanying salad served on one large plate.

"Quiche."

"Yes. I will sit with your wife's favorite cheese, courgettes and tomato quiche. My husband also has a bucket of chicken sautéed."

Mr. Melissa explained to me to flow and Mr. Frederick placed a big bucket sandwich in front of my husband that was likely to be about my face. I'm surprised by its size. It has cuts in it so that it can be divided into about four pieces, but it's still huge. Besides, your husband's quiche is three times my quiche. Sure, I'm not that much of a eater, so the chef will identify critical lines I won't leave behind. Kish may also be smaller than normal.

"Liliana, is that all you need?

My husband leaned his neck at the bottom of his heart, worried.

"Yes, that's always enough, I'll be full"

"Really? Don't be shy, all right?

"No, it's true"

"Well, Liliana's a woman, and she's small."

Your husband seems to have managed to convince you. I put my husband together to pray for both hands, saying let's eat within the cold. I panic and put my hands together the same way.

"I thank you for the food you have given me from the abundance of grace"

"Thank you."

If you pray before meals, it's finally meal time.

Quickly, my husband took the bucket sandwich and wore it big. It's very luxurious, but it never contaminated the area around my mouth, or worn out the contents of the bread. My husband eats it and goes very well.

I got in the mood too, took the knife and the fork. I made sure my husband was obsessed with bucket sandwiches and carried a smaller cut quiche to his mouth than usual. I am relieved that I was able to carry it without dropping it safely. I'm afraid I'm nervous and I don't know what it tastes like, but now I need to focus on eating first. Another cut, I carried it to my mouth. I think I could do better this time. After my mouth was empty, my eyes met with bright blue eyes as I raised my face to drink water. I almost dropped my knife and fork, but I can handle it and grip it.

"You like this quiche."

That's what I said. My husband also cut the quiche and carried it to his mouth. If you chew and swallow Momogu, it does break your face that it's delicious.

"The luminous texture of zucchini is enjoyable, and the richness of the cheese is well enhanced by the flavor and acidity of the tomatoes. I like you, too."

"That's good."

I replied, not sure myself, and I cut the quiche apart again and carried it to my mouth. Now I feel like my husband ate well even as he watched.

"You eat very carefully and beautifully."

It took me about a few seconds to understand the words of my husband, who smiled softly. I look away when I realize that I was praised with a gradually organized head.

"Elsa, Ya... Arthur taught me very politely. Chef Feuille also designed to make it easier for me to eat..."

I responded with a voice that was about to tremble.

My husband nodded, well.

"But you've improved because Liliana put a lot of effort into it."

To my husband's gentle smile I felt my anxiously distant heart gradually calm down and what was obsessed with my heart melted away.

Elsa and Arthur complimented me, and I've had the same words hung. But I couldn't help but be glad that my husband, who was cold to me even though he was losing his memory, acknowledged my efforts.

"Thank you, sir"

My husband, you're welcome, said, resumed the meal as if nothing had happened.

I put some salad petite tomatoes in my mouth, all the way through that I was about to cry. The freshness of sweet and sour tomatoes calms your mind. At the same time I realized it tasted good, and I tried another bite of quiche, and now there was proper and usual delicacy there.

"What else does Liliana like?

"I like something else...... sweet"

"Right. So, what do you hate?

"I don't like celery. It tastes like medicine."

"Is that true? I don't seem to like it either. But I left it last night, and then every meal, celery comes out."

My husband looked disgusted and followed the salad with a fork to pull out the celery. Big, roughly cut celery looks a little bitter.

"Chef Feuille said," My husband has amnesia, so now he can cure vegetable haters. "

Mr. Frederick said with a chuckle.

"Amnesia wouldn't matter, would it? My tastes shouldn't have changed that much."

"You should eat without saying a mess, because Feuille is the man who doubles and returns it each time he doesn't"

Do you have any idea what Elsa said all the time? My husband threw celery into his mouth with his face closed and went out into the tough means of swallowing without chewing too much.

I lean my head a little and peek into the salad but the celery doesn't look like it.

"It's okay, because I'm telling you not to put celery in your wife's salad. Your wife prefers other vegetables, and most importantly, the food is thin, because she also said she would like you to eat lots of delicious and favorite things in the corner."

Elsa taught me to be full of Chef Feuille's care.

"... isn't that discrimination?

"Distinguished."

Mr. Frederick said clearly with a smile back to his infidel husband.

The exchange was kind of funny, and I laughed. I looked at my husband, who turned around because I laughed, and for a moment, I stopped laughing, but he also laughed ridiculously when I stopped laughing, so I also zeroed my laugh so that I could stick with him.

From then on, nervousness also went somewhere, chatting with my husband, but proceeded to cook, successfully eating all the way to dessert.

"Liliana, let's have dinner together like this again at night"

"Yes."

At my husband's invitation, I nodded without hesitation.

My husband laughed happily at me like that, and I was able to successfully finish my first lunch with my husband.