The Marquess’s Amnesia

From the day I first had lunch with you, my husband began to eat in my room day and night, as he had declared.

That's not all, the guide to the large mansion doesn't end immediately, so it's become my habit these days to give my husband a guide to the mansion until lunch. The Lutherford family is so big that there are many rooms I've never been to, and that one was led by Elsa and Mr. Frederick. The room, called Between Art, was lined with beautiful paintings, sculptures, baked goods and various works of art to provide eye care.

Furthermore, my husband has read the romantic novel I recommended, "Mouth it in the Herb Garden," all at once. It was very interesting. My husband told me the next morning that he was moved and cried, adding lack of sleep and looking a little embarrassed with red eyes. I was begged for something else, so I picked out a few of my favorite books. Instead, Mr. Frederick told me an adventure novel that my husband used to read as a boy, so I'm reading there.

I never dreamed the day would come when my husband and I would share our thoughts on the book (which is also a romantic novel), but my husband seems to be having a lot of fun, and I think it's a good idea because he seems to be taking a breath between jobs.

Today on the sixth day, I feel like a little picnic under a big tree in the garden because you invited me out for lunch. Elsa and Mr. Frederick should be holding us back a little bit. I can't see from me, but my husband seems to know where there are two of them.

A sandwich made by the chef sitting on a cushion, laying a cloth in the shade of the biggest tree in the garden, where the cicada rings well, is today's lunch. I got egg sandwiches and tomato and lettuce sandwiches. My husband puts a chunky meat-based sandwich in his stomach from next to next. It's so much more fun to watch.

My husband has a shameless appetite for that big, splendid body, and even the first time we were together, I was too surprised to eat, but my husband eats a lot every day, day and night.

"Is Liliana done?

"Yes, I'm already hungry"

"Right...... are you sure that's enough?

My husband will push in case with one hand the last sandwich. I laughed and nodded gladly, yes, that kindness. My husband gradually believed me with that, I ate sandwiches with just three bites.

"For once, I guess I was harshly raised as a trace of the Marquis. I remember the manners of the meal."

My husband said as he sat back next to me.

"I don't remember, but I don't really like being tough. It's more fun to eat like this with Liliana"

"But I'm not very good at eating, so I admire what my husband did."

My husband eats a lot, but doesn't even give the impression that what he does is very beautiful and disappointing. When I realize it, the dishes that were massive are magically erased from beauty and refreshment.

"That's not true. Liliana's manners are perfect and very polite and beautiful"

I get flat praised and I get stuck in words.

My husband, who knows that I'm not good at eating about my stepmother and sister, praises me like this every meal since my first lunch. So I haven't been too nervous about eating with my husband lately.

"Oh, thank you"

I succeeded in holding my cheeks by my hand, which seemed to loosen on my own, and somehow thanking them.

When I heard the sound of clothes rubbing and turned to my face, my husband covered his face with both hands for some reason and was bored. My husband and I often find ourselves in these conditions, but I get worried that I'm feeling worse.

"So, sir, what's wrong?

"... it's okay, hey, because my reason and instinct are just fighting"

I don't know, but you seem to be fighting something.

Battle of reason and instinct, what if, is your husband sleepy? You may be fighting your instincts to complain about sleepiness and your reason that you shouldn't sleep in a place like this.

"Sir, this is your garden, and I've only seen Elsa and Frederick, so I think it's okay to take a nap for a little while."

"Huh?"

My husband looked back at this one properly.

"You must be tired at work, right? I'll wake you up when someone comes to call you... but you don't have a pillow. Oh, use my knee if your husband would like."

I slapped myself on the knee with a pound.

My husband is staring at me with blue eyes.

"Cedric said he was comfortable sleeping..."

To my husband who doesn't say anything. I'm starting to feel like I've said something incredibly stupid.

Cedric is a nine-year-old child, but his husband is a fine adult man of twenty-six. If they do it together, I don't like it.

"Sorry, sir, excuse me..."

"No, not at all! Not rude at all!

My husband moves out suddenly and probably shakes his head to the side. My husband always moves suddenly. At first I was surprised, but recently I got used to it.

"But, sir, it was hardened and..."

"I was impressed that the boulder was my wife. You were going to hide it, but you said that the boulder was my wife, and you realized I was fighting drowsiness."

"Oh, no, it's too much."

My husband, he's really sweet. My mouth breaks when I keep up with joy. Then again, my husband covered his face with both hands and started to get bored. I'm saying something bumpy, but it's too small to hear.

Once again, my husband raised his face as I tried to call him.

"Liliana, can I borrow your knees sweetly for your kindness?

"Yes, of course."

When I snorted, my husband, for once, got me up. And when I put the cushion close to the trunk of the tree, they told me to sit there and I lowered my back. Please put the cushion you were using between my back and the tree. And when I was ready, my husband fell asleep on his back all the time and put his head on my lap. Much heavier than Cedric's little head, of course.

"Is it painful or painful?

"Yes. Is your husband okay, too?

"Oh. Very comfortable sleeping"

"That was good. Please rest slowly."

My husband closed his eyes when he said thank you and laughed small. You must have been tired, you didn't have to wait so long to hear a regular sleep.

I find it very strange that your husband's righteous face is on his own lap. My heart flutters as if I were dreaming. I found a zero amber forehead on my husband's eyes and gently paid with my fingers.

My husband has been working in the study for a few days now, even though I haven't even returned my memory.

My husband said reports about the Marquis' territory had accumulated because he was seldom returned to the mansion, which he is cleaning up with the help of Mr. Arthur and Mr. Frederick. My husband has not yet been actively involved with regard to the territory. Elsa told me that my father-in-law, who gave the housekeeper to my son, was in charge because he was busy working for the Knights.

I am also a suspicious wife of decorations, so I have never met your husband's family. So I only know about my step-parents in a figure painting decorated in the mansion.

My husband, the color and face of his eyes are ceded by my father-in-law, but the amber hair is ceded by my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law was very young because she gave birth to her husband at the age of sixteen. What a husband he has a sixteen-year-old sister and a nine-year-old brother.

Elsa also told me that now my father-in-law and mother-in-law, my brother, are in a natural and airy territory, and my sister is in a dormitory-wide royal college attended by noble children, so my husband has never met me in the past few years either.

The occasional teasing, refreshing wind deliberately rocks the leaves of the tree, and it is a summer afternoon, but under this windy shade, it is comfortable under the leaking sun.

That's how I listened to the cicada mixed with the blur and the sound of the wind. I was also looking out at the garden lit by the summer sun, but I just looked around when I heard the talking and the footsteps coming from nowhere.

"Wow, that girlhater Will is sleeping on a girl's knee pillow"

A sweet-faced man with clear, empty eyes came here in honey-colored hair glittering in the summer sun when he heard it from the opposite side of what a mixed voice of surprise and laughter was looking at. Behind you is Mr. Arthur.

The person is slim and tall and wears a Knights uniform, and the years look as good as my husband's. I looked at the person with my face all the time, and I became frightened and hardened.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry I surprised you. This is..."

"I am your husband's friend. Alphonse, call me Alf."

You care about your husband, you said that in a small voice.

But I tipped my neck remembering I was hooked on that name. Don't forget, I feel it was the name of a very important person. And to the name that came to mind, I heard blood draw.

"... His Royal Highness Prince Alphonse... Oh, uh, me, me... eh"

Yes, this is His Royal Highness the King of my kingdom of Creacion.

Even as I stand up and say hello, I have a husband on my lap. You can't throw your husband's head out, but you can't be rude not to say hello to His Royal Highness Prince Wang.

"It's okay, Marquise, corner, this is what you're sleeping in, so just relax. I didn't come here as Prince Wang, and then I would be your husband's man."

That being said, Master Alphonse pulled his sword out of his waist as he went up on the cloth and lowered his back somewhere over the cushion placed by Mr. Arthur. Frederick and Elsa, who appeared out of nowhere, served tea immediately and prepared tea treats as well.

"I'm sorry to surprise you, huh? I didn't think that Will, who hates women, was sleeping on his wife's lap. But I'm convinced you're in the middle of something."

Master Alphonse said with a serious look at his husband.

My husband has no sign of waking up to see how deeply you sleep. "Let him sleep," Master Alphonse told me, worried I should wake him up. And while I'm worried or Mr. Arthur, Elsa and Mr. Frederick are all gone. Please don't leave me alone, I feel like crying.

"I won't take it and eat it, so I'll be fine. Marquise, don't look so crying and scared."

Master Alphonse's voice was so calm and full of tenderness. Is it about inclusiveness, that kind of reassurance? The slightly drooping, empty eyes are as clear as the summer sky.

"Um, my name is Liliana Catherine de Alwin-Luterford"

I greeted him with the utmost gratitude I could do right now.

"Liliana, that's a poor name for you."

Dear Alphonse's innocent and nostalgic grin slowly dissolves wonder and my tension.

"Today, I came to see Will's face, and I'm glad he looks fine. I got up and out and I said," Who? I was really surprised to hear that. "

Master Alphonse said, laughing lightly.

Speaking of which, there must have been Mr. Frederick, the captain, and Mr. Alphonse at the scene where your husband lost his memory.

"Sure, I'm having trouble as a Knights without Will, but I think it's just fine because this guy worked too hard. Well, I'm not saying it was good until I lost my memory. Isn't it horrible to forget about me as a child molester? I'm sad."

He's like Alphonse with his hands on his chest and a sad face, just like he said, but that was acting and I laughed unexpectedly. Then Master Alphonse smiles right out of his sad face.

"Yeah, I prefer women laughing."

I blinked my eyes at the words. Apparently this was a ploy by Master Alphonse.

"Master Alphonse is very kind."

"Right? They say that a lot."

To Master Alphonse, who said it like it was out of the way, I laugh again. I have the title His Royal Highness Prince Wang, so I thought he was a scarier person, but he seems very gentle and nostalgic.

"Will and I are the same age. Will's house was a house of loyalty and fame, and he had a lot of trust from the royal family, so my father chose him as my playmate. So I've known him since I was three."

"So you're going to be dating for twenty-three years"

"Yes, yes. Well, I'm gonna lose to my brother-in-law Frederick."

Master Alphonse glanced over his shoulder gracefully drinking tea.

"Oh, yeah. I'll tell you about Will in the Knights while Will's asleep!

Somehow Master Alphonse is a childlike face who came up with a prank.

Then Master Alphonse told me something funny and strange about his husband in the Knights. Master Alphonse is very good at talking and I am very busy laughing and surprised.

Honestly, my husband only had the image of being "scared" until he lost his memory, but there seemed to be some kind of childish side to gambling an A-lunch in the dining room with his men, sleeping in a meeting and being pissed off by the vice president, and not being good at standing still paperwork. But as a knight, Alphonse also told me that he was really competent and that swordsmanship was a finger fold in the country.

Master Alphonse tells me that all my husbands I don't know, and I realized that I really don't know anything about being a wife. The fact that for some reason I felt only a little loneliness beside it was softly hidden in my heart, and I listened to Master Alphonse.

"I think I already know because I fell and I have amnesia, but Will is missing something weird,"

Mr Alphonse said with a laugh as he was a little shuddered.

What a hard thing to reply to, so I paid my husband for the hair on his forehead and misled him.

"Hey...... do you know the real reason Will hates women?

"Huh...?

It is plucked straight into the empty eyes of Master Alphonse.

I felt like the cicada's voice just got a little louder.