“[Dash] Your Lordship, I will inform the Lady to depart first!”

Even though it was a detached building, the main residence seemed to have excellent soundproofing. Even when they moved a little further away, Tuan, the steward, could still be heard shouting from outside, although faintly.

Nevertheless, just in case, Scatha bit her lips tightly to endure any potential moans that might escape beyond the door.

“…You don’t have to hold back.”

“Ugh… Sh, be quiet… Stay still…”

With a sigh, he slowly moved his body.

“Anyway, you and I both know what we’re doing.”

“No, stop… I can’t do it anymore…”

Scatha almost begged as he embraced and supported her. He had taught her how to move her body, but just being closely connected with him was already the maximum stimulation for Scatha.

“Why.”

“My legs… my legs are trembling…”

Seriously, her legs had relaxed to the point where she couldn’t exert any force. He was undoubtedly aware of how provocative he was.

“Well, just stay still.”

Saying that, the man suddenly lifted Scatha without any warning.

“Agh,” and a gasp, like a scream, spread throughout the room.

After that, there was no room for Scatha to even pay attention to the sounds that leaked out.

The man, whose eyes could not be seen for a long time since their reunion, was cautious as he moved Scatha, treating her as if she were a fragile object about to break.

Nevertheless, his eyes, which seemed like he could devour her at any moment, remained the same, making Scatha feel like she might burst into tears.

As if to celebrate the blooming body, he laughed with a full face.

Calling her towards him, he complimented the pregnant belly, pressing his lips firmly and repeatedly telling her how beautiful she was, all the while.

However, he never mentioned anything about Maha.

After a few acts, Scatha collapsed on the bed and cried loudly. She longed for the warm water from the bathroom and the caring touch to wipe her body.

Until when should I pretend not to know about your death, Emperor Attila?

Would he change his mind with just this?

Would he live for me and Maha?

The thought that he might die was terrifying enough, and it was a story that she couldn’t even bring herself to speak about, let alone express how much he must have suffered.

“I told you to be careful. Did it hurt a lot?”

Unable to give any response to the man with a worried expression, Scatha just turned her head. The vague words that came out after a while were an ambiguous apology.

“I’m sorry… for everything…”

“What.”

“Everything, all of it…”

Even though her cry was so full that it was hard to understand, he responded with a faint smile.

Scatha looked silently as the man, who had cleaned up the traces remaining on her body, neatly arranged the wet towel and basin.
Even in the modest mansion of Evan Baher, where the bathing facilities were not sufficient, the memory of him washing her body like this came to mind.

If I hadn’t left like that, would we have been happy?

While lost in such thoughts, traces of tears that fell but dried up gradually during her deep contemplation of regret.

When he returned after tidying up, he looked at Scatha, who was lying without any expression, and slightly frowned as if he was displeased.

“I didn’t know you introduced yourself to my mother as Erwin.”

“…Is that not allowed?”

“It’s not like that. I just didn’t want to make her concerned.”

When he came down to Cornwall, all he wished for was for him to give up on his own death. However… it felt suffocating not being able to respond to his words about not wanting to make her concerned.

“I haven’t mentioned the name Scatha yet. It seemed like you didn’t like it much, so…”

“I told her.”

“…What did you say?”

Unlike a little while ago, Scatha looked up at him with tense eyes. He seemed to have no particular thoughts.

In the hand that swept down his hair carelessly, there was even tranquility.

“Well, I came directly to the detached house. You don’t have to pay much attention to my mother’s reaction.”

“…Shouldn’t we be concerned?”

“No need. She’ll be someone you don’t have to see after a year.”

Tears seemed to well up in response to his indifferent and unfeeling tone.

Just a while ago, when she was mixed with him, she felt there was still a glimmer of hope. However, with his indifferent response, it felt like her vision was going dark.

Coming to Cornwall also required great courage for Scatha, but it was clear that it had no effect on him.

“Now… can’t you tell me? Why a year…”

Unlike his tone that tried not to contain any emotions, tears welled up again in Scatha’s eyes.

Looking at Scatha, who bit her lips hard to avoid crying, he tilted his head slightly. Although it seemed like he was smiling faintly, Scatha couldn’t grasp anything due to the fact that he had already abandoned all remaining pride.

“Now… you shouldn’t have come to Cornwall by your choice. I should be the one to explain.”

“But who started talking about the Duchess without my mentioning it…? Without giving a proper explanation…”