The Marquess’s Amnesia

"Uncle Jamal, how about this and this?

"Your wife has the best taste."

The wife in the white hat with the big tip is walking around the flowerbed with a bouquet of small sunflowers in her hand in the garden where the summer sun falls. Jamal, the old gardener, cuts flowers to meet his request while advising his wife and gives them to his wife. Adding the handed lavender to the bouquet, the wife makes sure her nose is close and she is happy with the smell.

The wife, happy to have successfully completed her lunch with her husband, is quickly coming to the garden to pick flowers for her husband. By the way, my husband is taken by Frederick to work in his study. Because that's where the bumps I've skipped before.

"The scent of lavender has a relaxing effect, my husband must be relieved."

"Then maybe I should decorate the bedroom pillow with a bouquet of lavender. The bouquet of sunflowers will be decorated and enjoyed in your room or in your study."

Jamal snorts at his wife's suggestion with a white beard.

"Nice. Your wife is really sweet. Yes, why don't you decorate your wife's room with lavender, too? You'll sleep well."

"Well, thank you, Grandpa Jamal"

The wife thanked Jamal by happily breaking her beautiful face like a goddess. Jamal put it in a cage he was lowering to his arm when he laughed no and received his wife's bouquet. Jamal suggested, "One more thing as the study and private room would each decorate the flowers," and the wife began to choose the flowers again with pleasure. He's a bigoted, stubborn Jamal, but he's probably sweeter than anyone else in this mansion against his wife, who's younger than his grandson.

"Elsa, this lavender smells so good."

A looking back wife laughs innocently, giving me a new lavender to cut. I also put my nose tip closer and inhaled a sweet, refreshing good smell all over my chest.

"That smells really good. Yes… take a little more and carry the dried product in a small bag and it will replace the perfume."

"Yeah, fine. It's pathetic if you cut too much."

With that said, the wife walked out to another flowerbed with Lavender in her hand when she laughed.

I follow the rest of the way out of the way.

I, Elsa the Samurai, was born and raised in this Lutherford family.

I was born between the deacon's father and the samurai's mother and was raised as much as possible as a samurai serving the Lord family. Most of the time, a lady who becomes a wife brings a samurai from her parents' house at the time of her dowry, so I was educated as much as possible, not by a samurai but by a boy born between her wife and her husband, or by a samurai of a lady.

Me, my husband, and my husband, Frederick, are called childhood friends. Dear Lutherford family, please treat me with the same person in mind, without being overpriced by the servant, so in awe I too have been adored by my husband as a sister from a very young age.

Her husband, Frederick, is the son of her husband's nanny, and her husband and I are brothers and daughters. Currently, he is deputy butler of the Mansion and dedicated butler to his husband, all of whom are to succeed his father and become lead butler.

Frederick is as close to his husband as he is to his best friend, sometimes called his daughter-in-law. So I'm pretty sure Frederick cared more than anyone about my husband over the last few years.

Seven years ago in the war, my husband, even though he was nineteen at the time, took the neck of an enemy general and raised his medal, leading our country to victory. Becoming a hero to the kingdom of Creacion, my husband is to gather the hot gaze of the women of our country in one hand. But in the meantime, it was also a disaster that shocking and humiliating events overlapped for my husband, who hated women so much that he didn't like the ugly parts of the women who took care of him.

At the time, I was still Frederick's lover and I knew him from the time of his baby. It was no different from before, but other than that - I became as averse as a serpent to a young aristocratic warrant in view of my marriage, which also caused me to hate women, and I didn't even donate it. He also gathered among men at the night club, refused the invitation to dance in the house, and merely danced with His Royal Highness Princess Wang at the behest of His Highness Prince Wang, who is also an elaborate, best friend.

The pageant was also refused, and the picture sent to me was incinerated and disposed of without sunlight. Year after year, both your husband's parents and our servants gave up on your husband's marriage to be honest with the woman who gets worse and more distrustful and dislikes her. Everyone thought you would be the one to inherit the title and the house because your husband has a brother of nine this year who is as old away as his parents and children.

Even so, for the first time in two months, my husband came back to the mansion, my father and I, and, calling the maid chief, he said, "I'm engaged. We're having a wedding in a month," he declared.

Yeah, I'm really surprised by this. My father is a calm, settled, competent butler, but I've never seen my father's open mouth unblocked before in my life. As far as the maid chief was concerned, he was about to pass out and was supported by his father.

Marriage is a grand event for the aristocracy, as well as a readiness to be busted to death for servants. You have a short engagement period, but you have a year, and you're all set.

Even so, the period your husband has shown us is only a month.

If this was my best hope that my husband would meet his destiny counterpart anywhere in the night club or in the midst of his vigilance and want to be a couple as soon as possible, all of our servants would be wholeheartedly supportive, and I didn't hate overwork death, I just powdered myself to work, and blessed him, but it was the worst reason to get married first.

'Cause I'm sick of matchmaking. If we get married, it'll disappear, too, like blindfolds.'

This is really how I pronounced it flat.

My husband went on like this to us, distracted and speechless.

'I don't have a reception, and the room makes my mother use the room as it is. You don't have to do anything, either, because you don't have any money, you just get it from your wife. "

Here the maid chief passed out and was transported by the maid and footman Frederick called.

My father, who was painstakingly conscious, asked who your opponent was.

"She's the second daughter of the Alwyn family. I don't know anything else. Then I'll go back to work '

I held down my right hand, which I was about to punch, and my father and I dropped off my husband, who was going back to the Knights again. Frederick compliments me every time he remembers not to hit me at this time.

And just a month later, Ma'am - Master Liliana came to my house to marry me.

In the Kingdom of Clariseon, the bride heads to her fiancée with her wedding dress and the couple enters the house. So the bride and groom raise the vale of the bride, who was greeted by servants if they were aristocrats or wealthy families and had been dropped off again as she left the church, to reveal once again to her family and servants.

But his wife was not escorted by anyone, and he didn't even have the appearance of your parents or your sister or brother at the wedding, and only one, in a worn out travel bag, came to our house with six dresses and a celebratory letter from his brother, Master Cedric, and memorabilia with Master Cedric.

Both my father, Arthur, who is the lead butler in a business that I can only assume is making fun of my Lutherford family, and my maid chief, immediately resigned after just saying hello, and I was alone with my wife. The wife didn't have any bribes, so the only property she had was a wedding dress that really seemed pretty old and used to wrap around the contents of that bag.

And for a month before your wife came, I didn't know how much to explore if she was really an Allwyn's lady.

The servants over there just said, "Thank you for the lady. I'll leave everything to you," he just said, not telling me one thing about Master Liliana.

I wasn't sure if I originally had a second daughter in the Alwyn family or not. I was sure my mother and sister were saying she had a sick sister, but no one had ever seen her. Besides, the Allwin family has its origins, but in recent years it has been a very good house with no rumors, so our servant suspected that a dumb husband without female luck might have been grabbed by a fictional fake warrant. The Lutherford family is a great nobleman and very wealthy, so I thought that money was what I was looking for. Besides, if you're a real courtier, there aren't many dowries like this. Even I had a new dress or piece, a nice wedding and a small reception, so I had the feeling that the marriage of the grand aristocrat Lutherford family would not be...

I walked into my private room and I raised the vale that nobody could lift.

I still remember clearly the shock at this time.

Master Liliana has never been more beautiful than I have seen before.

If they told me that the humorous atmosphere was also a goddess who had descended from the moon, the more I nodded that I was right, the more beautiful and pathetic your wife looked. Its hair was pale gold and its eyes were a beautiful silver color that hosted the light of the stars. If that anxiously cloudy face broke like a flower, it would be beautiful, and I fell in love with it for a while.

Your wife didn't come with a samurai, so I decided quickly that your wife's samurai would take care of you from that day on.

I was also myself all dressed up after I had my wedding dress removed, and in the bathroom I said, "I don't want to be seen with my skin. I'm sorry," I suspected for a moment that it was also evidence that something was fake there to the wife who cried, "but the wife remained frightened the whole time." I'm sorry "was repeated to me, a servant over and over again, and even my boulder conscience ached to my wife, who made her little body even smaller and squatted, and all I could do was give her the gown so that she couldn't see her skin.

Still, his wife seemed only a little happy as she seemed anxious to say that her stupid husband would be back at night. I was impressed that even such an idiot husband was a husband with his wife for life, but our idiot husband was a shitty husband.

The wife was spent crying her first night alone, which was supposed to be spent by the couple.

Frederick also compliments me for not going to kick my husband down at this time.

Honestly, the wind from servant to wife was quite harsh in the beginning.

Because your wife, she didn't seem like a noble lady with it at all. You speak of me as "Mr. Elsa," and you speak to me in such a polite tone that a servant speaks to his husband. Even the noble lady is polite, but still, her wife was unusual. Besides, when my father, the lead butler, noticed me about it, I stopped talking.

And all I had was soup and bread to see what I didn't like about the meal. No appetizers, no main dishes, no desserts. I didn't get one hand on anything else, and my wife kept her mouth shut when I asked her what she didn't like. Not to mention they stopped eating them, too, and I was just drinking tea.

My father suspected that "a civilian or servant there had been sent in his stead," and he began to put his exploration into the Allwin family in earnest, and servants other than me began to avoid his wife.

I couldn't decide how to behave towards my wife.

Something has always made me uncomfortable.

Because his wife, who decides to dull, always seemed anxious, meticulous, and his wife seemed frightened by something when she dined.

My first day in the bathroom, the way my wife turned small and cried, was all over my heart.

And one day, a month later, his wife had a fever and collapsed on her way to the dining room.

As soon as possible, I called Dr. Morgan to examine me, and he told me that I had a fever caused by malnutrition and extreme stress, overwork, and insomnia.

I don't want Dr. Morgan to see my wife's skin, but I asked her what was there. Then Dr. Morgan, with a very sad face, told me, "If your younger daughter, like you or your wife, holds something like that, it's a scar that makes you want to show no one your skin." You didn't give me details of what it was like, but I couldn't ask any more either.

Dr. Morgan's medicine lowered the fever a little, and when I brought the water to his wife, I asked her to "eat it for a little while". My wife could have been close to pleading because she was visibly thin even though she was only a month old when she was married.

Ma'am, at first, I kept my mouth shut but as a result of my gutsy waiting, I asked you to tell me about the sad birth of Lady Liliana. And that's why he told me when he was being whipped again and that he was afraid he was going to hit me.

Your wife didn't want to eat it because she kept her mouth shut. My heart was ruled by fear, and I couldn't do them anymore.

I knew it was too rude for a servant to do it, but I couldn't help but hug my wife, who shuddered and zeroed tears. I couldn't stop crying either when I wondered if my wife had been abused all along by a family like shit more than her husband.

Within that day I told the servants about his wife's circumstances, and the next day, my father, Arthur, and the chief maid, apologized to his wife and apologized for their disrespect. My father also gradually convinced me that the servant over there had cracked his mouth and that Master Liliana was grasping the evidence that she was a genuine Countess.

My wife feared the opposite for us apologizing, but my father's attitude was softened, the maid chief was gentler, and I was relieved that the shackles on my heart were loose because of what I told her, so that she would recover day by day and eat all sorts of dishes if she were with me. Sometimes I fell asleep in a life I wasn't used to for about six months, but still, my wife grew more and more familiar with this house. When two months went by, the first time I saw your wife smile, I was ashamed to cry.

His wife was a nice person who was always kind enough to think of her brother, Lady Cedric, without being pessimistic about his birth and always thanked us servants. If I or my father taught his wife manners, she absorbed them like a sponge and turned them into a lady who was not ashamed to put them out anywhere as she saw them. Still, it didn't change the understatement and serenity, and it didn't quite fix that overly polite tone, but the gentle and adorable wife naturally became liked and cherished by everyone.

It was natural for everyone's angry spearheads to be directed here at their husbands who wouldn't even come home to the habits they wanted and married.

Most importantly, I couldn't help but be hateful that first night, knowing that your wife seemed happy when I told her husband to come home.

Ma'am, you have no expectations. I'm not even slightly dusty that someone wants to do something for me. By not expecting it, your wife probably kept her heart protected all the time. That was so robust that it was done unconsciously.

When that wife was there, she had "expectations" for her husband, who wanted me to be his wife. The fifteen-year-old girl must have dreamed of getting married, and she also had a pale hope that her husband would love a wife that no one could love.

That idiot betrayed me for self-centered reasons.

The next morning, sitting on a large bed, your wife's vain face is still unforgettable. I think he had crying eyes, but he wasn't angry that he didn't love me, he didn't hate the selfishness of his husband, and he gave up "I knew it".

I and my husband were heavily aware of the situation, but it was not a trick for a good adult of twenty-five to make it a fifteen-year-old girl.

Ma'am, I still never expect anything from you.

I'm ready to give up anytime. Your wife, who knows the pain of betrayal, is becoming very timid.

In the meantime, his stupid husband, who also lost his memory in the country for dumb reasons to the habit of a knight with a finger fold, seems to have fallen in love with his wife at first sight (until then, if you say she has no choice because she is as beautiful as the goddess of the moon) and is desperate to be in a good mood. Honestly, it's unpleasant. It's unpleasant enough to want to wrap it up and tuck it up downstairs, but I'm patient with that because your wife has a kind heart for such an idiot husband.

With all that terrible stuff done, your wife is always thankful to her husband for welcoming herself in as his wife to live a life of no liberty.

"Elsa."

Raise the awareness that your wife was swallowed by the whirlpool of thoughts in the voice that calls me, and reply yes.

"I also had Elsa cut it specially. It matches my flowers."

Yes, and it was a fine rhinoceros flower bow that was handed to me. The pink rhinoceros flower was making a flower bow that was too big for my hands. Just decorate one of these and the room will be bright and gorgeous.

"I made it the same color as my husband's eyes"

In his wife's hands was a bright blue rhinoceros.

A beginner, innocent, angelic wife has her cheeks red on her husband's every step of the way, but never, ever expects. Stiff as it is, my husband believes that it is "amnesia and anxiety" that sets him up. But I will never deny that because my husband deserves it. But my husband has some feelings, so I won't even affirm them.

Still, minus what you hate about women, Master William Lutherford is a good man. Being childhood tame to being a straight, stupid honest, gentle and loving man, even without looking or being housewielded, I know.

My wife, it's inevitable that she falls in love, and that stupid husband is an attractive one.

"Ma'am, it's time to get back to your room. We need to finish the cushion cover in the afternoon."

"Oh, right. And we have to finish the ribbon."

I put my hand on my mouth like my wife was angry.

"Ma'am, if you need any more flowers, tell me, if you're not here, Grandpa will be eyeing you at the market."

"Yes, thank you, Grandpa Jamal. Your grandfather's flowers are so beautiful, I'm sure he'll understand your husband's intentions."

Jamal nodded appropriately when he said it didn't matter. Everyone says you're far from hearing, but your wife's words, spoken a little lower than normal volume, make you look a little suspicious because you'll never miss hearing this grandfather.

I receive a cage with flowers from Jamal, and again, Jamal drops me off and my wife off at the mansion.

You're going to send flowers, but you see the face of your husband who gets flowers.

But his wife, who walks next door, dyes her white cheeks just a little pale, gently narrowing her eyes and staring at the blue rhinoceros in her hand. What a pure beauty and pity on its side. Even I of the same sex would be dodgy.

I'm sure your wife doesn't have that awareness yet, but she did have a pale heart there.

I swore again in my heart to such a wife.

- If I grieve your wife, I'll kick that shitty husband out of the house, he said.

Unlike a wife who doesn't have a home to go home to, her husband can live in the Knights, in the Territory or even in the Royal Castle, so no problem.

"I hope your husband's anxiety is alleviated at all..."

"Your wife's kindness is packed, so you'll be fine."

"Really?

I nodded, yes, to the wife who tilted her neck. Then the wife laughed happily as she hung on.

I swore to my heart to protect this smile no matter what, and I smiled back at my wife, too.