The Marquess’s Amnesia

"Bring back Margaret."

When I entered the room I was guided, I said to one man at the window table, a man who was interested in playing chess.

Black cleavage eyes slowly narrow me back. Nobody knows the real name of the man. I know he has various pseudonyms, but all his people call him Akrab.

"Hey, Sandra. Looks like he got away safely, more than anything."

"Did you get away with it? You didn't take him out on your own. I was going straight home to the Duke's house."

"Ha ha, are you still dreaming, Sandra? Hooksberger can't marry you to his late wife. 'Cause you don't have an aristocracy."

I didn't know what Akrab meant by words, and I frowned.

The man threw a folded piece of paper out of his nose at me, and said, Look. I fell to my feet. Glimpse of it, and an Aclub squire who brought me here who was holding back behind me picks it up and gives it to me. Receive it so that it snaps and change the contents.

"... what, this!

Grab the paper, but again, unbelievably, spread the wrinkles and follow the contents with your eyes.

That was my family registry and the family registry of the Earl of Ayton. My family registry had no mention of the Baron Disley family, which is a living house, and my name and Margaret's name had been erased from the family registry of the Counts.

"What, are you talking about?

I inquired in a clogged and trembling voice at him. Akrab took out another piece of paper with a grin as it creaked and spread it in front of me. That's Margaret's family registry.

"... Margaret Boniface?

"Boniface is a well-known merchant. Even so, your beloved daughter was married to her older brother, who is a famous painter in part. Pretty rich, congratulations."

"I don't agree!! How could I not agree with my mother......!

"I told you, Sandy."

Akrab elbows the table and looks up at me with a thin laugh.

"Don't touch the Marquis of Springfield more than you are the Count's daughter," he said.

"That's my daughter who wasn't that girl, but was definitely Countess Ayton? She's a better daughter than that woman's!

"Miss Liliana, whom you abhor, is a born Countess. Mother, you are a servant of the Viscount Everett family, and the Viscount Everett family has a low title, but in Clarision, it's a wonderful bloodstream. Stay at the Viscount's. Miss Liliana has no problem getting married under the Marquis of Springfield."

Akrab laughed and clapped his shoulders in a laugh.

"Sandy, the Marquis of Springfield is a hero who looks like a good young man, but in the war ahead, used brilliant tactics to overwhelm his disadvantages and drop his empire, right? His Royal Highness Prince Wang is also the most believing minister. And he's the man they say is the next head of the Knights of Veritate. Even if we get our hands on the detour, we eat a painful cliche. Besides, the Marquis is drowning Lady Liliana. Isn't that right? Welcome to your brother, he lives amicably. You better not get your hands on it."

"That's not what I found out, bring Margaret back now, and then Liliana too."

Akrab turned his face from me to Chess with a sigh of humor.

"Aclub!

"I can't, Sandy. No matter how good we are, there are mountains of places we don't want to get our hands on. It's close to impossible to bring out the worst criminals who would be in the deepest part of the Knights' dungeon. The Marquis have a tight guard, and I can't dive into mine... but a Knights convoy has come and reports have come that your daughter has been taken. What have you done?

"Please don't call my daughter a criminal! I just threw a teacup at Liliana for a second!! What's the problem with that!?

To my answer, Aclub, uh, leaked his voice and dropped his shoulder.

"That's already a criminal, your daughter. I attacked the Marquis."

"No! I was just trying to get it back because that ugly girl took Margaret's place!! And that lady's maid rambled on Margaret!!

"Because the samurai have a duty to protect her husband. As far as I can tell, you didn't stop Margaret anyway, did you? It's no wonder you two were on the spot, strangled by the Marquis."

I clog my words in my cold, sharply narrowed black eyes. The cold hand that came stretching gently stroked my cheek.

"Give up on Margaret. She is given under Boniface within close reach. You'll be happy at Boniface. I just need to be thankful that they're alive."

Hey, Sandy, hang in there and tell the kid to say it. Aclub turns his face to chess again and his cold hands go away.

"Chloe. Sandra seems tired, so show her to her room"

"I'm not done talking to you!!

Turning to him to escape from the hands of his squire, I shouted.

Akrab scratches up the same long dark hair as his eyes and just says he's a troubled kid. More irritated by it, he snapped away the chess set on the table. I made a shitty noise with Gash-n and it was scattered all over the floor. But Akrab doesn't look like he moved, let alone quit the face of a troubled child.

"I can't forgive that woman's daughter's happiness!! I need Margaret to be happier than that girl!!

Liliana looked just like her mother, Katrine, to the point where she was going to be irritated and freaked out just by remembrance. The difference was about the color of that hair, the same color of eyes as that abominable cloudy sky, its face and everything was a living picture.

Katrine was known as the flower of the social world at the behest of the Viscount Lady. It was a flower loved and cherished by everyone, young and old.

It was like the opposite of me.

"The all-win butler wouldn't let me use my wife's room till the end!! What else is this humiliation?

The other servants were submissive, but only the old deacon, who had sworn to respect and loyalty to his predecessors, did not give up a single step against me. That only admitted Catherine as the Countess, and never gave up that room that my wife would use. On the contrary, only Cedric, who was very similar to Catherine and his precious predecessors, was admitted by him as a person in the Count's family, and even Rymos, who was her husband, could not be allowed to use our Lord's room, which was used by his predecessors.

On the contrary, all the riches bequeathed by my predecessors belonged to the heirs of Rymos, and Rymos and I were prevented from doing anything. That butler, for some reason, knew the secret of Margaret's birth and proclaimed that if she didn't want her husband to know about it, she must have spoiled herself in her room. And my husband couldn't resist only this old butler who served the house before he was born.

That's why I came up with the moment my husbands gave birth to Cedric to get rid of her. Cedric was definitely the only child of Rymos, so there's no problem inheriting the title, and the property the old butler hid belonged to him. So I thought about killing both my husband and my abominable daughter. But by chance, both my husband and daughter came back to the mansion alive in the tragedy of a knight staying together.

On the surface, I played a good wife and worried about Lymos from the heart, but on the inside, the flames of hatred were enough to burn me.

But her daughter had an ugly scar engraved into her body, and she had lost her beauty.

So I decided to keep you alive. Only her face is beautiful like that woman's, so I figured she'd sell it for a good price when she was old. Even with scratches, there's a pervert in the world who says it's good.

- That's right!

"Besides, the Marquis suddenly took Liliana! My husband was blinded by 30 million lil and handed my daughter over without a scream! And that crazy marquis is not my cutie Margaret, she chose Liliana no matter how much she was recruited!!

When I visited the mansion today, that girl didn't even suspect because of her ugliness that she was being treated in an evil way. After a year of marriage, the Marquis was too busy to go home, and the rumors that the couple were unfamiliar were whispering at him.

But the reality was as if it were the opposite.

Liliana wore a more tailored dress than I or Margaret, an expensive sapphire necklace of the same color as her husband's eyes, which symbolized her husband's desire for exclusivity, and the Marquis sat next to her to protect that Liliana. And even the servants turned to me to admire and protect Liliana.

Definitely that girl lives in that house, happy. My husband loves me, my servant takes care of me, adores my brother, and lives happily ever after.

"Liliana's survival is unforgivable."

"Why? It's people's freedom to be happy"

Akrab laughed ridiculously and clapped his shoulders.

I grabbed the chess pawn that was left on the table and threw it at Akrab. Akrab twisted his neck and floated.

"Sandy, you shouldn't tend to get eclampsia like this when it comes to Miss Liliana. You are more calm and beautiful. [M] You really should rest."

"... Bring Liliana to my sight"

I look straight into my black eyes and say away.

"I'll pay for all the rewards and responsibilities. Instead, bring that girl right in front of me alive with anything."

"... it's gonna be pretty good, huh? I can't even guarantee your life."

Akrab smiled loosely and tilted his neck.

I smiled and tilted my little neck so that I could follow.

"Still don't mind, I'll drag you to hell with me"

Aclub drew me as he deepened that grin, blocking my lips.

A glimpse of desire in his eyes rushes through his spine.

"Oh, Sandy. How beautiful you are, fierce. Fine, I'll prepare it for you. But even I, the boulder, can't move quickly against the Marquis. Give me a minute."

"Yes, of course, Aclub."

I also turned my arm around his neck as I responded to his hand taking the dress off and snatching those lips.

Feeling the flames of burning hatred in my heart add to that momentum again, I imagined that girl's desperately stained face and zeroed an extraordinarily happy grin.