The Marquess’s Amnesia

A rushing iron gate was opened to pass through the carriage, but Kii -... shook my shoulder with a tall, unpleasant sound.

"Are you all right? Liliana."

My husband, who noticed how I was doing, came to me worried.

Inside, I wasn't too nervous and anxious, or okay at all, but I tried my best to make him worry and nodded with a smile. But my husband remained troubled. I put my hand on my cheek wondering if maybe my smile had caught on.

"There's no credibility in being snorted at with such a blue face."

Apparently, my complexion didn't hide my lies before I smiled.

I'm on my husband's lap for some reason after all in the first place, so maybe the act of hiding it was futile in the first place. I was over capacity in the orphanage, on my husband's lap in the carriage when I realized it. The fire is going to come out of my face when I wonder if I got in the carriage while my husband held me, which makes my heart noisy in a different way. What should I look like to my children the next time I see them?

"Ma'am, it's okay. I have a husband, and I have Frederick."

Elsa sitting in the seat across the street also inspires me.

"Thank you, Elsa. But it's okay, because I can see Cedric."

When I said so, my purpose just took the form of words, and I got brave. It's not your father or your sister I'm here to see. This is my precious, precious little brother Cedric.

"Right, I'll see you. If Cedric agrees, you should invite him to my house tonight."

"Is that true?

I shimmered my face and looked up at my husband. My husband nodded, narrowing his eyes gently, oh.

"Actually, the rooms are ordered to be in order, and the food was clear to Feuille. I'll negotiate with Cedric's father, and I'll be fine."

"Thank you, sir."

My breasts are fluffy and dreamy.

I'm sure Cedric will come and visit the Marquis. How great a time it would be if we could spend just one night together. There are many books that Cedric would like to read to you and flowers in the garden that he would like to show you.

"What does Liliana want with Cedric?

"First, I want to give you a hug."

My husband closed his eyes a little.

I want to read you a book, and I want to show you flowers. But above all, I want to hold that girl who wants love.

"... I don't think my parents would turn their love or interest in Cedric more than having a sister Margaret because I'm their daughter-in-law. No one else in this house held that child apart from me. I wonder how much I've missed you for a year... and I want to give you a hug to the point where they say no more."

The blue eyes, staring at me still, narrowed softly for a few moments. A big hand gently strokes my cheek.

"Thoughtful, you should hold him tight. If you don't have enough arms, I'll lend you mine."

I felt a little force in my arm that was spinning on my hips.

Sir, how kind of you really are. I can't believe you even shared that kindness with my brother, not just me.

"I'm sure Cedric will be delighted, as I am so relieved in your husband's arms"

I'll put my own hand on your husband's big hand laughing all the time.

I'm sure my husband is a knight who protects his kingdom, so maybe he's very relieved in his arms.

"Sir, I'm getting off the carriage now."

I heard Mr. Frederick's somewhere spooked.

Five, five minutes, please.

"Do something in two minutes"

If you raise your face, your husband will be pointing that way for some reason, but your ears are bright red. I also feel hotter than usual with no heart or hands served on my cheeks.

"Sir, is something wrong?

"Nothing. It's okay, 'cause it's kind of the usual one."

Sure, it's common these days, but is it hot in the carriage? If so, I wondered if it would be better if you didn't hold me on your knees, and I tried to get off, but my husband wouldn't let go of the arm holding my hips.

The carriage stopped completely and there was a voice of people outside. Once again, the tension relieved thanks to your husband increases.

"It's okay, Liliana. Take a deep breath and spit it out slowly, will you? That'll calm you down."

"Yes, sir"

I replied to my husband, who spoke to me, and I breathed as my husband signaled. Anxiety and tension gradually subside.

And I heard your audience from the outside asking if I could open the door. My husband replies when I nod. Gachari, and the door opens and Frederick and Elsa go down first. In the meantime, I tried to get off my husband's lap, but I knew my arm wouldn't budge.

"Come on, let's go, Liliana"

My husband, who smiled somewhat pleasantly, stood up with me in his arms.

"So, sir!?

Now it was my turn to have a fever on my cheek. My husband, ignoring my protest, just got off the carriage.

My father and sister's face, which I hadn't seen in a year, was stunned and I saw Elsa and Mr. Frederick face up for a moment, but I was embarrassed and out of place. I'm still fortunate because I couldn't see Cedric's voice or figure, but I never imagined that my husband would hold me back at home with my father or sister.

"My father-in-law, I hurt my leg a little when I was playing with the children in the orphanage. If anything happens to my dear wife any more, can you keep showing her?

"Sir, you can walk......, Elsa, persuade your husband"

"No, ma'am. What if it gets worse?

It's an enemy to Elsa. A good smile, at all, doesn't cover me.

"So, here it is..."

My husband walked out to be prompted by the voice of some grumpy Allwyn family butler. If you look behind you over a successful shoulder, Elsa and Mr. Frederick will follow you with a face that won't eat, but Elsa is patient to nibble. We've been together for a year, so I understand.

In the end, all I could do was cover my face with both hands and escape reality until I could put it down on the couch in the reception room, even though I thought it was a waste of foot scratch.

Honestly, I was more nervous about being in the same space as your father and sister, and I thought it would be horrible, but not at all.

It's comforting, of course, for Elsa and Mr. Frederick to hold back, but my husband sitting next to me keeps his arm around my waist, not at all, so please talk to me. Thanks to you, the left side of my body is completely intimate with my husband.

Shame is eroding me more than nervousness than fear.

"... Long time no see, Liliana. Breath disaster?"

"Yes, Father. We've been out of time for a long time."

I can't even see your father's face saying hello. There's going to be a fire coming out of my face.

"Marquis, my daughter... it must be hard with all the crude phases, right?

"Crude phase? No way, Father-in-law."

Your father's words. Your husband flaunted his shoulders and cut them off.

"He does needlework for the children in the orphanage run by my Marquis, and he does well with his servants. A tough, stubborn old gardener for me is also sweet for Liliana. Besides, I'm too busy with work to go home, and I'm sure I'm not the best husband for her."

"That's not true. Sir, you've been really good to me, and I'm living a life of freedom."

Forget the shame. I haven't seen your father's face straight from the front in a long time.

My father in my memory always looked angry, and when I waved the whip, he looked scarier, and that's why I've never seen that face look a little dazed. I have the feeling that I'm a little scared, but now that my husband is beside me and Elsa is behind me, no more emotions have come up.

"In this way she is a truly wonderful wife to me"

I look up at my husband with my hips held much further. The blue eyes, gently narrowed but with tenderness that cared for me behind them. I nodded, yes, with my own hand on my husband's hand, which was on my lap. Then my husband gave me his hand back and held it gently to wrap my hand around it. Fears that were only marginally present in your mind will also be fogged.

"By the way, my father-in-law, I'd like to see Cedric, too. I've never had one before, so be sure."

My husband looked back at your father. Your father slipped away from his green eyes and coughed up with Gohon.

"The foolishness is that I have fallen asleep with a cold, which is not very good, but I can't let you see me. If you transfer a cold to the Marquis, it's a big deal."

"Duh, how hot is it? Do you have a cough or headache?

Your father flaunted me as I rode out and asked.

"I don't have an in-laws to teach you. He's an important trail, and it's only harmful to let him see you."

It was completely truncated.

Your father's green eyes were hatefully narrowed. The very face of my frightened father, who whips me, has stuffed me with words.

"Isn't that another weird story, like, half the time, but Liliana and Cedric are blood connected fruit sisters and brothers, right?

Your husband's bravery, shriveled by his powerful grip on his hand, has regained strength once again.

"I'm an outsider this time. Let's not shy away. But Liliana would have a right to see you, wouldn't she? And my stepfather has some important stories to tell."

My husband smiled and tilted his little neck. Your father, who was staring at me, turned to Sister Margaret, who was sitting beside him after a brief silence in her husband's smile. I turned my gaze to you and regretted it.

Sister Margaret was staring at me with such momentum that she shot me with her gaze alone that it wasn't your father's ratio. Hazel's eyes, conceded by her stepmother, are like a sharp, pointed knife.

"Margaret, show him around."

"Father, how could I..."

"He's going to hurt my legs, so take your time... if the pain increases, you can let him rest in Cedric's room. The Marquis and I have something important to talk about at home."

In his father's words, his sister stood silently, only slightly loosening her expression.

I stood up with my husband's hand to chase that back. My husband inadvertently pulls my hand.

"Liliana"

My lips touched my toes only for a moment, pulling my hand I was grabbing.

But that was enough for me. He scolded my leg for hanging it on my husband, which was rough but trembling in his skirt.

"I'm going, sir"

"Oh. Be careful, Elsa, please"

"Yes, I did. Come on, ma'am, give me your hand."

My husband's hand went away and I lay my own on the thin hand of Elsa offered. Along with Elsa, who walks slowly, I follow my sister, who has just left, after the reception.

When I left the room, my husband had the same gentle grin as usual when I looked back.

My room was on the corner of the third floor, and the library was on the third floor, and it was right near my room, so it was actually my first time walking down a hallway outside of the third floor when I said it was a house where I was born and raised. It was interesting to see the mansion sparingly this way, as it was so full of followers on your father's back both at the time of the engagement and at the wedding.

I know it's rude to compare the Marquis' mansion to the Count's, but I kind of felt like the house was dusty and airy somewhere. The flowers that were decorated in the middle of the hallway are also somewhat invigorating. Along the way, I was mistaken for a maid about two, but unlike a maid in the Marquis, I had no hegemony on my face. But he looked like he even dreamed of it with a look that surprised him when he saw my face. But when my sister glanced at me, I was pathetically frightened and leaned down.

"Absolutely, abominably"

I told her to throw it away. My sister put her face back in front.

Speaking of which, my sister's samurai had changed just like that dress every time she came to the room, but maybe my sister had done the same thing to me as a maid of honor.

My sister from behind had beautifully tied her long walnut-colored hair and jeweled brilliant hair decorations. The bright red dress is enriched with frills. The jewels that decorate my sister's chest that I looked back at are also large and beautiful.

"Right here."

My sister said, stopping her leg. Nature, me and Elsa's legs also stop.

My heart pounds. There's my little brother across this door.

"You've come this far, I won't let you meet other servants."

My sister told me to mock Elsa standing next to me.

For a moment, Elsa smiled at the usual samurai she could, even though she turned true.

"My dear wife is injured in the leg. I can't believe I left you by your side."

I fully agree with what Elsa said.

But when my sister glanced depressingly at me, she came over here and grabbed my arm and pulled casually. All of a sudden I step on a bump and Elsa's hand gets away from me. And as it really flowed I was thrown into Cedric's room and rolled onto the floor without stomping, only my sister came into the room and shut the door immediately. In the next moment, I heard rattling and locking.

"Ma'am! Mama!! Open up here!! You granny rub!! What are you going to do to my wife?

More and more I hear Elsa screaming as she knocks on the door.

I felt like I heard words that I shouldn't utter without a heart or anything.

"It's a pleasure to meet Cedric. It looks like your legs are hurting, and you need to go back to the Marquis."

"Shut up!! I'm telling you to open this place, you rub it!!

My sister slowly approaches me with her ass cake on her back carrying that hustle and bustle. But it's Cedric more than that. I stood up and headed to the bed with my lid hanging as I whisked my legs.

"Cedric! Cedi?

I have not heard back from you when I spoke up. Maybe he's asleep, and the glimmer of hope he had crushed him without a shrill.

The top of the wide bed over the open curtain was empty.

He's not here. He's not here.

As soon as the voice containing the laughter was heard right around the corner and looked back, the patchen and the dry sound were in my ears and the burning pain spread on my cheeks.

"Geez."

Good. I pushed my shoulder relentlessly, and I just stuck a buttcake on the floor. My battered butt hurts, but not the other way around. Sister Margaret laughing like a demon was the one who was ahead of her as she ran away to crawl.