The Marquess’s Amnesia

What the hell is this all about?

In the carriage to the orphanage where the rattles intersect with the sound of the wheels turning, the sound of the hooves of two horses, for some reason I sit in the form of being laid on my husband's lap.

In the seat across the street, Elsa and Mr. Frederick say they're sitting, but somehow I'm on my husband's lap.

"Oh, uh, sir, please let me down"

"No. You almost fell out of your seat earlier. If you were hurt, I'd fall asleep, wouldn't I? Besides, it's normal for a wife to get on her husband's lap like this."

Your husband looks like he's saying the obvious, but Elsa's not on Mr. Frederick's lap.

Sure, my husband was right, I almost fell out of my seat in a car that wobbled heavily about whether the wheel even jumped on the stone, but Elsa, who was sitting next to me, immediately held me down, and I was able to stay on my own, so I didn't fall just because I was about to. I fit on my husband's lap and Mr. Frederick, who was next to him, moved next to Elsa while I thought he might have grabbed his arm.

"Nevertheless, after all, that dress suits you well. I really wanted to order it, but when you showed me this dress, I thought it was perfect for you, so I resized it, and I had my sleeves changed."

My husband looked at me on his lap and narrowed his eyes satisfactorily. Its eyes were so sweet, but I felt like I was lodging something else, and I was embarrassed and I leaned down. But in the limited space of a carriage, there's nowhere else to escape at the point where it's even more on your husband's lap.

"Well, the embroidery on your husband's jacket is also very nice"

I tried to change the subject.

My husband looks like a summer deep green jacket and vest, a scarf tie on a white shirt, but around his jacket he has stunning embroidery with dull gold thread.

"Liliana likes embroidery. I wanted you to be interested and I made it this way."

To a sweet smile that seemed to wander, I noticed a missed choice of topic. I must have a redder face than tomatoes right now.

"Oh, thank you for your concern"

To my fluffy heart and noisy chest I definitely felt like my life expectancy was shrinking.

The kindness of my husband, who has taken into account me, who can't even have an attentive conversation, is very much appreciated, but that's all bad for my heart when my beautiful face gives me a sweet smile.

Oh, as I tried to somehow cool my flaming cheeks no matter what, the carriage gradually stopped wondering if God had taken my side.

"Sir, we have arrived at the orphanage, so please let your wife down and give it to you. If you come down with a hug, your wife will pass out."

Mr. Frederick told my husband that the carriage completely stopped and he tried to stand up with me in his arms when your mistress opened the door. My husband gently sat me down in his seat with a sorry face for some reason when he snorted that I was right.

"I feel like watching Will's father and mother one day."

If I could hear the voice I found out and turn to my face, there was an Alphonse with an open face standing across the open door.

Dear Alphonse today is not a knightly garment, he is wearing the same outfit as his husband and has a sword on his hips. The cool, water-colored jacket looks good on you.

"... why are you here? It's gonna be much slower, isn't it?

My husband glanced at me as soon as he could.

"It's an interesting thing not to miss out on. Lily, I'm gonna borrow this guy for a little while."

"Don't make up your mind. And don't call me Lily."

Come on, come on.

Master Alphonse took out his reluctant husband when he winked at me. My husband walks out of the carriage with the sword that was standing in his seat. My husband is a knight, so he always wears a sword when he goes out.

And apparently, Master Alphonse noticed that my hips were falling out. Besides, you also guessed that you wanted to go after you cooled this red face, the boulder is His Royal Highness Prince Wang.

Mr. Frederick said, "I'll be waiting for you in front of the door, so call me when you're ready," and he stepped out of the carriage and closed the door. I stumbled into my seat unexpectedly.

"So, sir, what's wrong? I'm glad you're laughing..."

"My husband today is close to the character of the husband we know best."

Elsa looks up to me with a fan with a zero bitter smile. I thanked you for that comfort and I sat back in my seat. Elsa sits next to you in your spare time. It is comfortable on the cheeks lit by the soft breeze produced by the fan in approximation.

I don't know what's going on outside the carriage, but I kind of hear a busy voice and I feel like there are a lot of signs of people.

"... you asked Master Alphonse yesterday, didn't you? My husband hated women."

To that word I looked up to Elsa unexpectedly. Elsa kept her bitter smile on that face.

"Honestly, it's famous in the social world and I thought it was something I knew. My wife doesn't ask me about her husband because she knows why she's not mad at her..."

"Me, I came to your daughter-in-law before my debut, and I never even attended a tea party..."

I got embarrassed and laid my eyes down.

At the age of fifteen, who would otherwise be adults, the aristocratic children debut into the social sphere. Tea parties held at the house, for example, can be attended by the lady of the house or even before the debut if it is within the company, but you cannot attend the night club unless you are an adult. I, from time to time, was only allowed to see the tea party held by my stepmother in the garden of the Count's house through the gaps in the curtains, and that too, when my stepmother or sister found me, was angry, but the colorful dress was so beautiful from a distance that every time, I watched it sneaky, careful not to be noticed just a little.

"Besides, my husband is not interested in me... because I had no choice"

I put my right hand on the pigeon tail on my left. Your father talked to my husband about the wounds, even in front of me, so he also knew what was here at the time. Maybe your father talked in more detail where I don't know him.

"... there, what... no, I mentioned I was out"

After Elsa hesitated to put it in her mouth, she immediately shook her neck to the side and lowered her head.

I looked up and looked into her eyes after alternating there with Elsa.

Though I can't show it to you, I thought you could talk to Elsa, who has been leaning on me and supporting me for the past year. When I was hard, sad, painful, always beside and supportive, and that's when the first person outside Cedric held me tight was Elsa.

"When I was seven... my father and I were attacked by thugs on our way somewhere in a carriage."

Elsa took a breath of what I said.

I laughed like I was in trouble with my open blue eyes.

"It was slashed from dovetail to hip by a thug who came aboard at that time, and he sprinkled some liquid there. The slashed wound wasn't that deep, but the liquid dissolved the skin and caused it to suffer something like a burn. I've got slashed scars and burnt, ugly, tough scars here... proof of the ugly monster."

I turned my gaze to the dovetail and I stroked there softly. I hate to see it myself. That even makes me feel like the ugly part lurking inside of me has a face, with other normal white skin that makes me unnecessarily spooky.

For some reason, Elsa looks like she's about to cry.

"... does it hurt?

The usual non-feminine trembling voice spun the words. Warm hands layered on my hands touching the dovetail. I am glad of that tenderness that cares for me, and I answer with a smile shaking my neck sideways.

"No. It doesn't hurt just to leave marks"

"Is that true?

"It's true. I don't have a lot of skin sensation either, and if I get slapped or punched, I feel painful inside, but this part of the skin doesn't feel like it."

Elsa was staring at my dovetail, but looked up a little.

"Sir, do you know? On the first night, did you see that?

"... My previous husband knew about what was here from his father, but he never showed it to me.... but I'm sure if my sweet husband saw this now, he wouldn't be able to love me or anything. Yeah, you're touching me because... you must hate it."

When I put it into words, it hurt like my chest was pounding.

The hell, skin with discolored purple or red spots about what liquid it was makes me feel bad even when I see it for myself.

I have seen this scar when my father, mother, sister and maid both, and Dr. Morgan, who took care of me by being the doctor who treated me at the time and the Marquis, also took care of me.

The maid, the first time she saw this, ran away from me screaming in a convulsion, but still they did the best job for me, unable to get up because of the wound, trying to do the job. But the face was always convulsive, and their lips remained always firmly drawn together as they leaked screams.

Even after that, those two maids occasionally took care of me getting whipped to sleep by my stepmother, and it was those two who wore wedding dresses on my wedding day. Never, never got a mouth to mouth with me, but he sent me out of the entrance hall where no one was, "well," when I got in the carriage.

"... I didn't think I could get married. I was so happy to be dressed in such a beautiful wedding dress because I used to be some afterwife, maybe, going into a convent. My husband hated me, but still let me live my free life, and most importantly, Elsa was there for me.... Elsa, it's really okay. So you don't have to cry."

I took out my handkerchief and hit Elsa's cheek with a pounding tear. Then I was hugged by a thin arm that came stretched out.

"If the memory of that big fool Hethalle comes back and he tries to reject his wife, I... I've always been on Liliana's side, so hey"

As the words twitched into my chest, I held Elsa back to mislead my hot eyeballs and deposited my forehead on my thin shoulder.

Being married to the Marquis and being able to meet Elsa has given me so much happiness in my life that it's hard to put into words.

"Thank you, Elsa"

I laughed a lot. I held Elsa in my arms and now I decided to wait for her tears to stop.

Mr. Frederick asked me to prepare a wet handkerchief in front of you. I fanned Elsa, and I wondered if I could somehow get a little red in Elsa's eyes? I succeeded in calming it down to about. Maybe the conversation in the carriage sounded like Mr. Frederick, but he never asked why Elsa's eyes were red and acted as if nothing had happened.

My husband picked me up, so I got out of the carriage with that hand. Elsa will also take Mr. Frederick's hand and get out of the carriage.

"Elsa, your eyes are red, okay? Hay fever?

My husband is a little, maybe dull. I don't think that's where Frederick would talk. Besides, it's not spring now, it's midsummer.

Elsa laughed with a grin after glancing at her face.

"When I thought about some impudent man, I just lost my apologies to my wife and started crying."

"... you're being rude to me"

"Oh, I didn't mean my husband, but you're aware."

Elsa laughed hehe and tilted her neck. Very cute, but my eyes aren't laughing. Your husband's cheek is pulling.

"I've never seen Will beat Elsa with his mouth before, so give it up."

Master Alphonse, who appeared sneaky, has a frightened face.

I rush to correct my residence.

"Dear Alphonse, I'm sorry I couldn't even say hello earlier."

"Well, don't be rude."

I panic about what I will do to Master Alphonse, who flaunts his face.

"So if you call me Alf, I'll forgive you"

I was drained of poison by the smile and innocently laughing Master Alphonse. I couldn't help but laugh, "Did you laugh?" Master Alphonse frowned all the shapes. I'm not scared at all because my empty eyes remain gentle.

"Now let me call you Master Alf as a token of my utmost apology"

"Okay, okay, I'm generous, I'll forgive you."

I tell Eagle Deep Fried that Alf makes me laugh when I tickle. Master Alphonse is really good at perceiving people's feelings and taking away the extra power and tension. Because even I know I have a title like His Royal Highness Prince Wang, and this is how I can talk to you.

"Sir... there's nothing uglier than a man's ugly jealousy. You deserve it because it's a seed you've sown all over yourself."

He looked grumpy when he looked back at his husband in Mr. Frederick's pale words. I hurriedly pulled in my own hand, which accompanied my husband's arm, and took a step back.

"Also, I'm sorry... I'll take the liberty of talking to your husband's dear friend..."

I tried to keep my head down, but my husband's big hand held my shoulder and it didn't come true.

"No! This is that one, you know, because the sun was dazzling. I was only on my face, because I didn't need Liliana to apologize or anything, because I was just dazzled!

"Oh, really?

"That's right. Besides, I'm not the kind of narrow guy who gets mad at his own wife for talking to friends, am I?

My husband snorts desperately, so I stroked my chest down relieved. Sure, it's good and sunny today and the summer sun is so dazzling that it hurts my eyes. I'm ashamed I got it wrong.

"Elsa, plug my sun umbrella to my husband..."

"You don't have to, it's okay! I'm used to it!

My husband looks back at Elsa in a hurry.

"Oh, I was glad to be given an umbrella like your wife."

My excellent samurai had already set up an umbrella, so unfortunately I put my hand on my cheek and zeroed my sigh.

Mr. Frederick covers his mouth with one hand and turns to him, and Master Alphonse is shaking his shoulders both in the form of burying his face on Mr. Frederick's shoulder.

"... I don't like it anymore. Let's go, Liliana. I'll throw them away."

Put your hands down without getting lost in the arms offered, and I looked up at my husband. I give you the umbrella Elsa gave me with the other hand. Elsa is also outdoors today, so I took out my own sun umbrella and spread it out. Mr. Frederick makes sure he holds Elsa's hips and walks out. I knew you were close, you look great.

Come on, my husband said let's go. He took a step, and I took a step, too.