Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 078

Casar had to stay in Lindkoem for the time being, both to receive the envoys from the Teshia Empire and to oversee the construction of a new railway connecting Lindkoem and the Ebern Special Autonomous Zone.

“I want to go with you… but that wouldn’t be wise. I’ll finish as quickly as possible and return.”

Lately, as always, he had held Scathach close, kissing her tenderly all over, deeply reluctant to part from her.

While he was away, Scathach studied diligently.

The library at Conwell Grand Ducal Residence held an astonishing number of books.

Given that the Blachnatt family was a lineage of military nobles who had never once lacked soldiers under their command, and considering Blachnatt Industries primarily operated in the arms industry, Scathach hadn’t expected the library to be particularly impressive—but this turned out to be an incredible discovery.

Whenever she wasn’t meeting with the Duchess, Scathach practically lived in the library.

She found great satisfaction in pruning outdated knowledge from Ebern’s imperial studies textbooks and replacing it with new insights and systems.

She had already read the other books Casar had selected for her studies so many times that she could recite exactly what was on each page—though, of course, he’d deliberately limited how many he gave her, cautioning her not to overexert herself.

She also didn’t want to give careless answers when he eventually returned and quizzed her on what she’d learned; after all, wasn’t she hailed as the greatest genius ever produced by Ecole Farsade, next to Grand Duke Blachnatt himself?

Of course, even if Scathach were the world’s greatest fool, that man would still love her dearly…

Today as well, Scathach had piled her wide oak desk in a corner of the library high with books and drifted off to sleep, lulled by the afternoon sun like a lullaby.

Nix, who had been yawning repeatedly with his mouth wide open, curled up at her feet and settled in for a nap too.

In her dream, Maha appeared.

Our dear little Maha, with his dark, soft hair fluttering as he ran joyfully across the hills.

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