“So far, I’ve been avoiding death, enduring this life-threatening situation. It would be incredibly unfair to die from an illness now. While Roselia was contemplating such thoughts and catching her breath, Alejandro, who had quietly approached her, spoke with a concerned tone, ‘Is there something wrong?’ In response to Alejandro’s serious inquiry, Roselia forced a smile and nodded, ‘Oh, no. It’s just a momentary anemia.’ Seeing Roselia’s calm expression, Alejandro quickly dispelled any suspicions and spoke confidently, ‘It’s good that I caught you. There’s something I wanted to tell you.’ ‘What is it?’ Puzzled by Roselia’s curious question, Alejandro, inspecting her expression, adjusted his silver-framed glasses and calmly continued, ‘You don’t need to worry about Abel and his daughter Erlen. They are being thoroughly protected as per the Duke’s orders.’ She had been a source of concern even without this assurance. After Count Bernas fell, and following Nadia’s death, they naturally became a cause for worry. However, Roselia refrained from hastily approaching them, fearing her involvement might lead to further complications. Grateful for the Duke’s meticulous care in handling her feelings, Roselia couldn’t help but feel touched. ‘Ah, of course. We are protecting them to ensure it doesn’t disrupt their daily lives. I thought you might be curious, so I wanted to inform you.'”
“Ah, yes. We are currently in the process of protecting them to ensure it doesn’t disrupt their daily lives. I thought you might be curious, so I wanted to inform you.”

As someone who had an aversion to shadows, Alejandro added some follow-up, suspecting she might have further questions. Looking at him, Roselia smiled brightly and said, “Thank you.”

At least, if the Duke thoroughly protects them, events similar to what happened to Count Bernas would be avoided. Fortunately, in the original work, there was no depiction of discord within the Abel family.

Considering the events related to Count Bernas or Nadia happening earlier than in the original, it crossed my mind that the additional content might not have a significant impact. Of course, this was merely her hopeful speculation.

As Roselia immersed herself in such thoughts, Alejandro suddenly raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled, and asked, “By the way, do you happen to wear perfume?”

“What? What do you mean…?” Perplexed by Alejandro’s unexpected question, Roselia stared at him with a puzzled expression. Was he referring to a fragrance that captivates or excites people? Did she emit such a scent herself?

“Do I have a fragrance?” Wondering, Roselia sniffed her body, wondering if there was any scent. Observing her sniffing her shirt collar, Alejandro’s face suddenly turned red.

Flustered by his own reaction, Alejandro hastily spoke, “Never mind. It seems like there’s a scent similar to perfume. Perhaps changing your clothes would be a good idea.”

Although the term “perfume” might be excessive for the fragrance, unable to grasp the cause of the scent, Alejandro offered a suitable response and quickly moved away, as if avoiding the situation.

Staring at Alejandro, who left with an awkward expression, Roselia, thinking about Claus and the fragrance the Crown Prince often wore, got lost in thought. She used to overlook it, thinking that the closet or the Crown Prince himself wouldn’t notice, but with the recent increase in mentions about the fragrance, it seemed like something she couldn’t ignore.

Really… there might be someone related to her distant ancestor, Rafaelios, involved in this matter. Perhaps the Viscount Yukeliod, who was also a Rafaelios descendant, would know better.

Resolved to inquire about the fragrance when she met the Viscount later, Roselia moved on to finish her tasks.

“Are you sure? Is it true that the Duke has that kind of relationship with Antonio?”

Jacqueline, a maid taking a break in a corner of the mansion, spoke with a skeptical look in her eyes.

Looking at Jacqueline, Denver responded frustratingly, “I saw it with my own eyes; there was definitely a strange atmosphere between them.”

After saying that, Denver, looking displeased, spat on the floor and twisted his lips.
Looking at Jacqueline in that way, Denver expressed his frustration.

“I saw it clearly, there was definitely a strange atmosphere between them.”

Having said that, Denver, looking uncomfortable, spat on the floor and twisted his lips, “Acting all suspicious like a sly woman, dripping with allure everywhere, very unbecoming, isn’t it?”

“If that’s the case, you should be careful with your words. If she’s the Duke’s lover…”

In response to Jacqueline’s worried voice, Denver let out a mocking laughter, “Lover? What, do you think she’s a male lover? Have you seen nobles in Rugbeljet keeping a male lover as their mansion’s host?”

“I haven’t.”

Unlike women who held a certain status, male lovers were generally treated like slaves.

“He’s just a plaything for the Duke’s entertainment behind closed doors.”

After saying that, Denver gnashed his tee