The Marquess’s Amnesia

"Count Ayton, I want the daughter of the sick at your place."

A gentleman who bisects the women's gaze with His Royal Highness Prince Wang at the night club he attended said so gradually after coming under me and saying hello instead of public speaking.

For a moment, I didn't know what they were saying, but it didn't look like I was lying or joking, and His Royal Highness Prince Wang, standing next to him, was also looking up at the gentleman with a slightly surprised face.

Fist one fist higher than mine. A tight body on my back. Glossy amber hair, bright blue eyes, and a masculine, neat face have a well-deserved grin.

No one in the kingdom of Creacion knows him. Civilians or nobles, but we all know him.

He is a hero of this country, a brilliant knight promised the status of Knight Commander in the future, a great nobleman with a vast and rich territory, and now the most aristocratic courtiers will be after his wife's seat - Marquis of Springfield, William Ignacious de Lutherford.

"Yes, Marquis."

The Marquis said I was stuck in words and ran his gaze to his wife, who was next to me, and his daughter, who was behind it. The Marquis and his eyes met, and Margaret's white cheeks were tinted with light red.

"Marquis, have you seen my daughter?

My wife, Sandra, turned her anticipation gaze to the Marquis. Margaret keeps her chest down and makes her face shine with excitement. I'm convinced, yeah. Perhaps I was mishearing. The Marquis wants that ugly younger daughter. There's no way. Normally it is decided to start seeing Margaret with a glossy beauty similar to Sandra's. In the first place, my youngest daughter never even met us once, except for a limited number of servants, when she went out eight years ago.

Blue eyes were pointed at Margaret again. But the glance that was directed was neither flattering nor kind to the woman who wanted to be married from now on. Its righteous face even seemed to contain a little contempt, unless it was the fault of the blue eyes, even though it had a smiling grin.

"No, Countess"

"What I would like to marry is not Miss Margaret, but Miss Liliana."

Our family found no emotions other than surprise in their incredible words.

I'd like to welcome Miss Liliana to my wife.

"But, Marquis, is she sick and sick enough to have a baby... and unlike Margaret, she's a clumsy, worldless daughter?"

"That's right. Margaret is better than that girl..."

"Count, once my friend says it, you don't have to ask."

His Royal Highness Prince Alphonse turns only his eyes to the Marquis with a frightened grin on his sweet face.

"But my best friend, who hates women, gradually wanted me to get married. It's nice to meet you, too."

Words released in mild condition come heavier than lead.

The empty eyes narrowed to paint an arc had an unspeakable sense of intimidation.

This is another word that the Earl cannot oppose. This marriage has implications as the wish of no other royal family.

I guess Sandra noticed that too. No heart or cheeks are blue and my hand holding the fan is shaking slightly.

"I'd be delighted to take it"

"Thank you, Count. Well, we've got a room for you, so let's talk a little bit."

An increasingly grinning marquis looked back towards the entrance and exit. I follow the back of the Marquis, who greeted his wife and daughter and walked away. I wondered if His Royal Highness Prince Wang would follow me, but he left behind saying, "Then I haven't greeted you yet," and left.

Guided by a squire who had refrained in the hallway was a room away from the hall where the night club was held.

The Marquis urged me to sit down too when I sat on the couch and asked the maid for a drink. I guess it was prepared from the beginning. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine were delivered immediately. And when the order on the table was ready, the Marquis told him not to let anyone in the room and paid for it.

In the room where we were alone, the Marquis poured a bottle of wine out of the cage into my glass as I opened the seal with a familiar hand. The aromatic aroma of red wine strokes the tip of my nose. The Marquis took control of my hand he offered, and when he poured the wine into the glass himself, he placed the bottle and took the glass. I take the glass, too, and make a toast. Kachin, and a slight noise fell into a quiet room.

Not a single room far from the hall can reach the hustle and bustle that should overflow the hall. The wine I should have included in my mouth smelled so aromatic it didn't taste like it. It's like you're drinking water.

The Marquis opens his mouth enjoying the aroma of wine.

"The engagement ceremony is in a month, the wedding is in two. I've already offered to church, and I've decided on a date."

I was too surprised to say anything. I nearly dropped the glass and put the glass back on the table to mislead it. The Marquis enjoys the flavor by rolling over his tongue with wine in his mouth when he laughs loosely.

"Rest assured, Count. If you come to our house alone, that's enough."

"So, but... how can you be a sick, weak, socially inappropriate daughter? Besides... it wouldn't do you any good to connect us, would it?

I try to explore the Marquis' sincerity.

Six, seven years ago. When the war against neighbouring countries was still thriving, the Marquis had a fiancée. At the same age, she was a servant of the same Marquis family. But when the Marquis said that he had won the war and returned to the king's capital, his maid left the world in a pandemic. Its Marquis family, which could not be succeeded, has fallen and is now only named for its aristocratic history. And he's also heartbroken by the death of a loved one, and it's rumored that he still only loves her. It was a famous story that I hated women because I couldn't love anyone but her.

"Or somewhere, did you see your daughter?

"No, I only know by rumors"

The Marquis laughed small as he emptied the contents of the glass. Again, he takes the bottle and pours the wine.

"I heard Lady Margaret talking before. I'm worried about Miss Liliana, who can't help getting out of bed, and I don't feel pity."

The Marquis' hand rocks the glass. Wines spread along the glass intensify the darkness and the aroma becomes a little darker again.

"I lost my fiancée to illness. So you feel her shadow on Miss Liliana. This may be a sin I could have done to her, but I want to support Miss Liliana in a similar situation."

The Marquis, at once, stirred up the wine and emptied again the glass he had just filled. Make a slight noise with the cotton and the glass is put back on the table.

"Co. Marquis. … I would ask you not to tell anyone this"

That's right. Forward, the Marquis nods slowly, prompting him to get ahead of the story. After wandering a little support, I fix my gaze on the glass on the table and open my mouth.

"Liliana was attacked by a thug when she was seven years old, with a large wound from her left dovetail to her hips. That was terribly tough, with ugly scars that left you as if you were a monster. That... doesn't seem like the same human skin."

Remember my daughter's, I feel bad. I just had to be lightly cut off my arm. Coincidentally, the knights who were nearby ran and the thugs fled to scatter the spider child and said:

But Liliana was wounded and left an ugly, tough wound on her.

"It's hard to say how beautiful my body is, either. Where are those wounds from the war?"

"With all due respect, I can tell you that because the Marquis hasn't seen that one with that eye. It's not just a scar...... I don't know what drug was hung. My skin is discolored to purple or red and it's ugly and cramped as a bump. In that part, you don't even have a feeling, and in the end, you won't be able to have a child properly. If the Marquis sees that, he won't be able to leave his child behind."

The Marquis looks me in the eye quietly.

"What's wrong with that? Even if I don't have a child, I don't have to worry about any succession because I have a brother as far away from home as my parents and children."

I lose my word to the Marquis, who carelessly renounced his most important duty to the nobility. But even blood will be lost in the words that were carried on further.

"... and if you give Miss Liliana to me, so that she can stay in good health - I'll give you 30 million lire in debt, right?

My heart freezes instantly in bright blue eyes narrowed to a three-day moon shape.

I didn't think he was going to find out. How does the Marquis, the other person in the red, know the debt that Sandra should not even know? If this is exposed to the public and sniffed into the House of Lords, the Alwyn family is a consistent end.

"Count, I want to welcome Miss Liliana to my wife as soon as possible. Forgive me, sir?

That said, the Marquis tilted his little neck. I could only accept his smile.

Two months later, the Marquis really welcomed Liliana as his wife.

Even at the engagement ceremony I checked to see if she was really this girl, recommended Margaret, and brought up the wound story, but the Marquis didn't hear that Liliana was good.

Sandra knew there was nothing else to give up for political reasons (Royal Pressure). Sandra was horned and Margaret was rough. It was unforgivable for Margaret to be proud to have a sister far inferior to herself as the wife of a hero in this country. I know how my daughter feels. Compared to Liliana, no, the better the comparison is, Margaret is an excellent warrant lady. Socialize well and, above all, the beauty of the mother concession is so luscious as a brilliant gem and inviting constantly from numerous gentlemen.

Margaret, whose heart was broken by her inferior sister, bought dresses and jewels as she twisted. That cured some of his feelings, and Margaret even raised her face with a new goal in her chest, "I'll definitely be the wife of someone better than that kid," she said. Sandra and I, of course, nodded and focused on finding someone to dream about our daughter.

Liliana heard rumors that she wasn't otherwise sick or weak, but apparently she went over there and really did, and that the Marquis' holding physician was in and out from time to time over the course of six months.

But after six months, the doctor had just stopped taking his feet, and the medical condition unfortunately seemed to show signs of recovery.

I didn't know if the couple were getting along well.

The Marquis said he would not put his sick wife out to social meetings, and that sending tea parties and nightclub invitations would all receive a no reply on the grounds of sickness and weakness. But what the other servants told some servant, about Liliana, gradually spread from recovering in the social world.

"The Marquise of Springfield is such a poor, clean, beautiful woman, so gentle and wonderful, as to be confused with the goddess of the moon"

Rumors ravaged the social world.

Me and Sandra both laughed with their noses. That girl was what made the moon goddess laugh. That girl can't drink a soup properly. That's what ladies are for. Rumors are really lame.

Still, Margaret, who was not well off on the brink, was heartbroken and bought another gem or dress to comfort her pretty daughter. It is essential that Margaret be accompanied by her mother, Sandra, if she is to leave for the night club. Even for Sandra, who runs to find a great match for Margaret, I have the dresses and jewels she deserves.

But it was hard to find a gentleman more than the Marquis of Springfield. Margaret went even wilder and Sandra was heartbroken by such a daughter. I indulged in gambling to reduce the stress that overflowed in me.

And yet, about a week ago, all of a sudden, I got a letter from the Marquis, who didn't have any musings.

Liliana tells her brother - she wants to see Cedric, so it was either permission to visit or Cedric wants permission to visit the Marquis.

I doubted my eyes.

Liliana and Cedric are brothers, but they don't know each other. Cedric hates Liliana, enough to leave the room silently when that one comes to the living room. So it was unnatural to want to see him, so I immediately sent him a letter of no.

But the Marquis gave up badly, and every day, a letter of the same content arrived, but the letter he received two days ago only said something slightly different.

'If you can invite me, I promise assistance to the Allwyn family to help Liliana's precious family.' That's where the word was.

In other words, he offered me financial assistance again. I had to hold my fist in joy for this. That Marquis is the man who gave that faulty daughter 30 million lil for what she liked so much. Now all you have to do is request regular assistance. If I were to be reluctant to do so, the Marquis would have to admit it if I told him to keep Liliana apart.

But I can't let Cedric see me. That's our home. Liliana, why don't you let me see her? I don't care if she has any more negative effects. Let's just say I'm sleeping with a cold that day.

As soon as I sent him a reply to invite him, he replied and said he would stop by my house after a bazaar held at the Marquis' orphanage over the weekend.

Sandra meant that she was being invited to the Countess's Tea Party that she could not refuse that day, so instead of Sandra she ordered Margaret to greet the Marquis and she began to tailor herself with joy. I hate Liliana, Margaret, so I thought you might dislike it, but you're making me happy, so I'm relieved.

When asked why, he seemed to hear rumors that "the Marquis of Springfield is truly pioneering to his sick wife".

"So if you see me healthy and beautiful, I'm sure the Marquis will choose me!

Margaret was smiling happily.

Maybe the Marquis is starting to wake up. For example, my chest swells in anticipation that if I isolate Liliana and let her marry Margaret, she might give me even more money for Margaret worth more than Liliana.

I commanded my servants not to be rude to the Marquis, and went out to the casino. Whether luck took my side, slight ex-hands swelled many, many tens of times, I lightened my footsteps, and my heart lightened when I thought of the assistance the Duke would give me from now on, and I was able to sleep in peace for a long time.

And that day, he was ready to welcome the Marquis with Margaret, who was so beautifully dressed as to blink his eyes.

"Father, what do you think?

Margaret twirls in front of me. The bright red dress looked great on my daughter.

"Oh, it's beautiful, my sweet Margaret. If the Marquis of Springfield sees you now, he must be distraught."

"Well, if you're a father"

Margaret laughed ridiculously as she shrugged. He looks really adorable, too.

Sir, the Marquis has arrived.

In return for the butler, I head with Margaret to the entrance.

My cheeks are going to burn on my own when I think about the future. I can tell by the look on Margaret's face that she's also making her mind bounce.

I'm sure the Marquis will be distraught as soon as he sees the beautiful Margaret. That would make our house even cheaper. Then Sandra and I could go on a trip. Most importantly, I'll be busy with the wedding schedule, so it'll be a long way ahead of me.

But me and Margaret's nose will be screwed.

The Marquis came down from the carriage holding Liliana in love like a treasure.

I felt like I heard something crack in my ear.