Scarha tilted her head and smiled brightly when she met the man in the mirror. After that, she approached as if it were natural and affectionately pressed her lips to his.

It was a more definite expression of intention than any answer. Then, Scarha quickly distanced herself.

“When you put on makeup… Don’t make it too dark…”

She warned in a very small voice, thinking that the servants waiting behind might hear.

“Because you’re pretty.”

As if there was nothing special, he casually swept the hair that flowed over Scarha’s shoulder.

For the woman who allowed only light pecks, Casar repeatedly stamped his lips, replacing deep kisses.

There have been times when he wondered how he could keep this woman by his side, and times when he wondered if he could hold onto a woman who kept trying to escape from him no matter how hard he tried to catch her.

After finding the woman he thought was dead, he had no intention of letting her go.

Whether it’s Lindcoem Castle, Ebern’s relics, the treasures of King Nuada and Queen Liria, or their urns, he would dedicate everything to her, even if it meant tying her by her side.

While stroking her hair, the large hand that changed its destination soon grasped Scarha’s hand, which wore an engagement ring.

“Let’s get married.”
With that one word, the flow of air came to a halt.

Since a little while ago, when Casar had seated her at the dressing table and kissed her, the servants had already left.

Scarha naturally thought that she would marry him, but her heart sank at the voice flowing from his elegant lips.

“… For a year?”

Even though she knew the answer, Scarha asked with a trembling voice, and he chuckled softly, pressing his lips against her blushing nose.

“Until death.”

“Don’t say you’ll die.”

“Okay.”

Even after receiving a blow to her chest from Scarha, the man who had been just amusingly laughing adjusted his words, saying, ‘Then, as long as we live,’ and embraced her.

Fortunately, they managed not to be late for the dinner, as Scarha, who was sobbing, had to be comforted and pacified to calm her down.

At the congratulatory dinner for Mahha’s birth, Attila Emperor and Agnoman Princess were already waiting.

“We greet the sun of the Empire.”

When Casar and Scarha both saluted, Attila shook his head.

“Stop it. It’s just us. By the way, the splendid Attila successfully sneaked out of the palace. Worried he might get caught, he flipped his robe and came here by carriage. Ugh.”

Officially, Attila had to secretly move to celebrate the birth of the heir to Blachnat, who had not yet been born.

While Attila chastised himself for managing to travel to Lindcoem without being noticed, Irriel approached Scarha and warmly embraced her.

“You did well, really.”

“Thank you…”

“Wow! Your belly has completely gone in. Where’s the baby? I was so curious the whole way. It must be incredibly cute.”

Irriel’s praise, stating that the baby would be beautiful if it resembled its parents, was sincere. Just thinking about the baby made Scarha burst into laughter, and when she looked at Casar, he also showed a loving smile.

Seeing that expression, Attila twisted his mouth in disgust.

“Should I bring him now?”

“Yeah. Is he sleeping?”

“Probably. Babies sleep a lot.”

“Could you tell Mahha more tenderly?”

“Well…”

It wasn’t particularly affectionate, but since his woman said so, he quickly understood and changed his expression. A slightly twisted expression to convey that Scarha was lovely and unbearable.

“Since our angel is probably asleep, tell them to bring him carefully.”

As soon as he finished speaking, lips met with a click. Now, Scarha was no longer embarrassed or conscious of Attila or Irriel.

“He… seems a bit crazy.”

Whether Attila Emperor’s muttering was heard or not.

The baby Blachnat closely resembled his mother and looked incredibly cute. Irriel called him ‘Your Highness’ every time she held Mahha in her arms.

“Kyaa! So cute! Hello, Your Highness!”
The sounds Mahha made were nothing more than squirming, producing only ‘ma’ and ‘ba.’ Even those sounds startled me, but Irriel found it so adorable that she didn’t know what to do.

However, no matter how beautiful, Mahha could not be registered at the church due to the legal status of Blachnat Duke still being unmarried.

In fact, for Mahha’s sake, it was necessary to hurry the marriage with Casar, even without proposing again with a large bouquet and a ring on the flower-filled dinner table.

“I was a bit impulsive earlier, but this is real.”

Casar, who had acquired the stolen jewels from Tessia, sold the jewels for financial means, and among them, carefully selected the crown of Skaha’s father, King Nuada of Nuada, to propose while putting it on. How could she refuse that?

Watching the two deeply kissing, Irriel covered Mahha’s eyes, and Attila made a mocking gesture as if she couldn’t bear to see it.

“Okay, Casar…”

It was an utterly perfect night.

“Your mother couldn’t come to Lindcoem because she had motion sickness. She wanted me to congratulate you.”

Until she recalled the lady from Conwell, who had driven her away with cold eyes resembling Casar’s.