The Marquess’s Amnesia

Two weeks earlier, protecting Cedric, Liliana's stepmother, Sandra Etta de Yates-Alwyn, who received a letter to the effect that she would respond to the visit gradually and really gradually, invited her to the Knights' Division Chief's Office, was a woman of a colourful colour reminiscent of a blood-toxic deep red rose flower.

Margaret and I are definitely two melons, but she's still seventeen years old. Combining lustre that she can't hold, makes a man feel something truly called a “woman”. Both her stunningly rich breasts and luscious, creased hips would combine enough charm to entice a man, and I can see that she fully understands how to use them.

But for me, Liliana is about a trillion times more attractive. First of all, Liliana has one dull (cute) thing about not knowing her charm right now. It's also dull at the bottom of a man's heart, and if it's about a knee pillow, it'll make him feel better, but this is a pretty spectacular view. The soft thigh feel on my head is great in the first place, but when I look up from my knees, beyond the two rich puffs, there's Liliana smiling. It is the best.

Beginning Liliana smiles lightly dyeing her white cheeks like that snow, even if she just gives a little compliment. When it comes to the cuteness of that smile, it's hard to exhaust to the brush tongue, making me want to lock myself in the room so no one can see me. If I do that, Elsa will kill me, so I won't, but this is an analogy of things.

Besides, most importantly, after welcoming Cedric into our home, Liliana began to laugh more and more softly and calmly. The eyes watching Cedric were more my mother's eyes themselves than my sister's, and my chest got hot wondering if her pro bono love raised Cedric to be such a good kid in that house. Cedric, who grew up in love with Liliana, is also strangely honest, innocent and adorable to have come from parents like this shit. Elsa has repeatedly told her husband Frederick lately that Liliana and Cedric can't help but twitch each other.

So what do you want to say, I am escaping the reality that I want to go home to my loving pure wife and my lovely brother waiting for me as soon as possible.

"Me, I can't believe my husband was replaced by an assassin, it's horrible and horrible..."

With the lace handkerchief in sight and tears soaked, the lady spins out her words with a trembling voice.

Alphonse, sitting next to me, has taken care of his sympathetic face but the contempt in his empty eyes is not hidden. But that's probably because it's me.

"It's so horrible, I can't go back under my husband. Margaret's falling asleep, pathetically ill."

Don't line up the white lies. I've been wanting to say fucking baba, and William manages to fix his expression. If she had been alone here, it would have been easy to say it, but the circumstances that prevented her from doing so sat next to her, holding her shoulder.

"Sandra, pathetically...... Mr. William, for this reason, I will be responsible for keeping her and her daughter for a while"

Duke of Hooksberger, Gawain Ivey de Creacion-Zafawee.

He is the son of Alphonse's uncle and nephew of the present king. I was wondering if I could put my age on sixty. He was a bit of a troublesome opponent for me and Alphonse in the executive role of Foreign Secretary. I think I can grasp the tail of this man's evil deeds and I can't grasp it at all.

His father was born as the first prince, but he was the son of the concubine. The current king, also the father of Alphonse, was the son of a righteous queen and a second prince, but according to the laws of the kingdom, he was to eventually become the king's prince. But unfortunately my brother was a terribly good prince. Alphonse's father is definitely a brilliant man, but beyond, he was a fit man to call himself a genius. Home affairs were even more volatile than they are now at the time, and although it is a common story, fierce inheritance disputes erupted.

But in the end, my brother, who was said to be a genius, pulled himself back. Thus the father of Alphonse is king and ruler of the kingdom, as he was ordained from birth.

But the trouble was that this duke was also very similar to his father, very good, unlike his father, and full of ambition.

Alphonse resembles his brother more than his father king, a genius skin who does nothing. Regardless, everyone perceives it as an implicit understanding that they make extraordinary efforts in its shadow but will undoubtedly be a better king than their father. It is this man who will be a good exchanger as well, who will water there.

"... My lord, with all due respect, Master Sandra is my dear wife's precious mother, even if blood is not connected. To inconvenience Your Excellency…"

"Mr. William, get to know her at the night club. Kind hearted, she became this old talker who was preceded by his wife. You consoled me for losing my wife, and I have to pay you back here."

The scissor-colored eyes, narrowed in the three-sun moon shape, are blindfolded by the fierceness of the beast that waves its prey.

"At the corner, the engagement that His Highness Alphonse was trying to find out for Miss Margaret is also unlikely to be met with all this time. Margaret has fallen asleep in too much shock, not very much, but not in a state of being married somewhere. I feel so sorry for you."

Ultimately the lady lowers her face with a handkerchief to keep her mouth down. It's a great place to have a good tear.

"... well, that's unfortunate"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. Please forgive my poor daughter, Margaret admired her father so much that she was too shocked that her life was in danger..."

But Cedric's name never comes out of this woman's mouth that she was supposed to have given birth to hurting her own baby. Like that scumbag guy, I guess this woman isn't interested in anything other than Margaret.

"Sandra, a samurai said you haven't slept much at night either... and you look pale. Mr. William, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to apologize for this today."

Sooner said than done, the Duke stood up, trying to hold the Lady's hips. The Lady is giving the Duke the luxury of falling down even now.

How far is the acting and how far is the calculation? William makes it difficult to see the truth with tears that narrow his eyes and observe his wife, but zero. Even if that was a crop tear, nothing can be done by William or Alphonse more than that the other person is now (...) of (...) and (...) Koro (...) innocent lady. It's not like tailoring the Count to an assassin to kick his ass. If a knight raises his hand to a woman, he could be deprived of his knight's identity.

"Mother-in-law, take care of your sister-in-law."

If she spoke to the Lady leaving the room through the sides, the Lady left the room so that she could be supported by the Duke when she smiled and confessed weakly. His butler and escort, who had refrained, also left the room following that back, leaving the reception room alone with Alphonse.

Batan, and the door was shut, and the signs went away, and waited for it to disappear.

"Oh, oh, no more! Damn!"

Alphonse suddenly raises his voice and scratches his hair with irritation and concern.

"... that fucking grandpa, he's interrupting me again!

"Calm down, Al"

That's right. Speak up, unbutton the neck and loosen it. If I took the bell that was on the table and waved it in my hand, the chillin 'chillin' and the cool noise dropped. Don't wait so long, Frederick shows up from the next room.

"Freddie, Herbal Tea, please"

"Yes, sir."

Frederick disappears again into the next room when he lowers his head. There's a little kitchen next door where you can order snacks. He was probably getting me ready. He put the tea set on a silver trench and came right back and did the math in no time.

The sweet and refreshing aroma of chamomile strokes the tip of my nose.

"Al, it's good for stress relief."

Look, if you recommend it, Alphonse frowned in surprise.

"... Will, did you like herbal tea?

"I like Liliana and she tells me things. She's cute."

"... Yes, sir. Oh, yeah!

I thought I'd replied in a boring way, and suddenly I let my face shine and stick my hand in my uniform pocket. What's the matter, and when I leaned my neck, Alphonse took out a white handkerchief and spread it in front of me with a disgusting laugh.

There's no way. The white handkerchief was faithfully embroidered in the same way that the royal crest of the Kingdom of Creacion, with two eagles spread their wings across under the crown in the lower right corner, was painted on the flag with colorful yarn. Beneath that crest, the name Alphonse Creacion was embroidered only with the acronym. It was a wonderful delicacy that I could tell was a very polite job and one he deserved to have, being the king prince.

"Is that a new handkerchief? You bought it?

"Yeah, I got it. -... to Lily."

Time stopped. No doubt the moment that name came out of Alphonse's mouth, time stopped.

I looked at Handkerchief and Alphonse three times alternately, no, about five times.

"Go, go, go."

"Why, why, when? Go visit Sedy about three days after you get in that mansion. Sedy was asleep that day, so I didn't see her, but Lily entertained me. I had tea with you and Lily said she wanted to thank me, so I snapped. So I went to see her yesterday and she gave it to me."

"Why are you going to see me twice without my permission!

"Look, I stopped by and I was looking for Will!

"I've been canning here all day because I've been looking for you! Give it back!"

He tries to take the handkerchief, but Alphonse avoids my hand one more time and just puts it back in his pocket and he gets up and runs to his seat across the street.

"Bring it in now!

"No, no. 'Cause if Lily finds out you have it, she's definitely like," You don't like it, I got poked back. My sweet husband can't say that, "right? Hey, Freddie."

"Yeah, you're right. I hear from Elsa that it was carefully embroidered because it is to be given to Prince Wang, so you will be depressed, poor thing."

Frederick turned behind Alphonse and gave him a deliberately sad look and zeroed his sigh.

There's no mistake in what you two are saying. If I had what Alphonse was supposed to have on hand, she'd think that she wouldn't have liked the embroidery she stabbed and returned it.

But apart from this.

"I didn't get it!

"Here you go."

Frederick said without putting it down for a second.

"I threw it in the trash without even opening the box."

I looked at him with a grin and a smile if I looked up.

"Was it about eight months after you were married, via Elsa I took care of it and gave it to my husband, who, as soon as I told him it was from his wife, seemed annoyed. By the way, I haven't even sent you a thank you letter."

From my throat leaked a strange sound that could not be expressed in words or letters.

Point your gaze at the desk placed behind the room. I wanted to put it in the dumpster on the other side of the desk, but they clean it every day. There's no way there's anything nearly five months old in there.

"Oh, you can't have that. I can't tell you what I want."

Alphonse said as if he was heartbroken, not a voice containing an earlier one.

"By the way, Elsa said she was" happy, "she lied for her wife, but she smiled sadly knowing everything and saying," It's good, "she said. Until then, if your husband likes it, he wanted to embroider it in your scarf or tie because it's the sewing box and thread he gave you."

Wow and seriously listening to Alphonse pulling a dong, I got up and fell off my knees on the floor. I want to go back to the ground like this, but this is the fifth floor. The thought of trying to escape reality blurred that you are not far from the earth.

"But I am a terrific, brilliant butler, so my husband retrieved it in a gap that kept me safe like this."

I wondered if Frederick had knelt in front of me, and he was offered a thin box of blue squares hung with gold ribbons.

Momentum up your face well and keep up the momentum to receive it. Between the ribbon and the box, it was properly sandwiched to the message card and I folded it into two folds, gently unplugging it open.

"With heartfelt gratitude, Liliana"

Again, I looked up to my nipple brothers as I almost cried in the letters undoubtedly written in her delicate handwriting.

"Boulders are my nipple brothers!! Thanks, Frederick!! You are the best!!

"It's an honor to compliment you."

I sit back on the sofa with the sleaze, gently unwrapping the ribbon of the box I put on my lap and hanging my hand on the lid. I realized I was nervous about the beating and the loud heart, and once, I took a deep breath and then slowly lifted the lid.

What was inside was a beautiful blue handkerchief. On the area just above, the crest of the Marquis of Springfield was very elaborate and delicately embroidered with bright yarn. By the way, when I spread it out, on the other corner of the crest, my name and the part of Lutherford were embroidered with white thread with an acronym.

"Look! Al! Mine!

"Yes, yes, good for you"

Alphonse turns all consciousness to the handkerchief because I don't care if he tells me to. Liliana's embroidery skills are truly amazing. If she had been born a civilian, she would have eaten enough of this to go.

"Let's make it our family heirloom"

"Don't be silly, even if it's a payback."

"But before I do... excuse me, the Duke has grabbed the Countess, so it's impossible to go home today in the first place without you making adjustments around it?

Frederick's words draw me back to reality with ease, having bounced my heart in return for Liliana.

I unfortunately carefully fold the handkerchief back into the box and re-hang the ribbon.

"... I have no choice. The other person is the other person, you can't act lightly."

"I didn't know Madame was connected to that shitty grandpa... since when the hell do you think? I wonder if the Duchess died five years ago."

"We'll have to re-examine the area and try. If the Duke is going to follow me, it's not necessarily that my mother and sister aren't going to put some kind of tease on my lovely Liliana and Cedric."

"Right.... I mean, I don't know if Madame thinks anything about Cedric, who gave birth to her own stomach, either, because Lily and I aren't connected by blood."

Apparently Alphonse thought the same thing about me.

Liliana and Lady are the others in red. I can't forgive you for loathing Liliana, who leaves the shadow of my ex-wife so colorful. I don't know if I can forgive you, but I can't. But why is the Lady not interested in Cedric, who also raised him in his own womb on October 10th?

"... Is Sedy really Mrs. 's child?

Alphonse asks hesitantly.

"That's for sure. Cedric looks just like his predecessor, Count Ayton. In the meantime, I saw a portrait when I did a search for the mansion, but it looked a lot like it made me laugh. My predecessors are better off than Uncle Ayton, even if they say they're fathers."

"A child with an earlier generation, then? Oh, that's not true, Lily died before she was born."

"Oh. Liliana hasn't been born, so Cedric still has no shadow or shape"

"I don't mind. My mother's already so big, she still calls me Little Alf."

I scratched my hair like Alphonse was right and said I didn't understand it from the bottom of my heart.

I had amnesia and had no memory of my mother, but I could still always feel the love that led me to the letter sent by my mother during the all-door college that Arthur showed me.

"But Sedy has a sister, Liliana, so come on!

Laughing openly, Alphonse stood up.

"First, we need to wash the Countess's relationship with the Duke."

"The opponent is black in his belly. This one is in danger when you get your hands on it poorly. So things should proceed with caution. Frederick, get me Kane and Lazarus. Re-establish the system and try anew"

"Yes, sir."

Frederick graces and leaves the room.

"Al, how far is the example thing going?

I get up off the couch and point my foot at my desk.

"I can give you an interim report. I'll get the materials. I'm not bringing Caddock either."

That's what Alphonse says. He waves flirtatiously and leaves.

During the bundle, in the room alone, I drop my gaze on the box with the handkerchief Liliana gave me.

That lady has something behind her. Today, by looking directly at each other, that had turned into certainty.

Uncle Ayton is a rich land. The title is Count, but it is undoubtedly the righteous family of origin that has served the royal family since ancient times, as well as a prestigious family that has so far produced many talented people. But less than sixteen years after that lady became his wife, the Earls of Ayton are leaning. Now, Uncle Ayton was a very good man as a civilian when he was younger, even though his personality was difficult.

I sigh zero that the roots seem kind of deep.

"But... I will protect you. So stay the same, laugh at me, Liliana."

If I thought of her smile in my heart, it spilled naturally and a grin, and motivated me. I put my handkerchief in a locked drawer and raised my face.

In the meantime I still want to see my sweet wife and my pretty brother smile as soon as possible today, so I tightened my mind to try my best to get home as soon as possible, and reached out to the paperwork waiting for my signature to clear up as much work as I could while I waited for them.