As Walter said, the two cards gave the impression that the same person wrote them, with the only difference being the material of the paper.

The delicately written consonants and vowels were tilted at the same angle, and the spacing between the letters was surprisingly identical.

“Did Her Majesty the Empress send both letters?”

“Well, in the current situation, it’s probably better to think that someone from the imperial family sent them.”

The emperor’s health was one of the nobility’s biggest concerns. Just during the wedding feast, numerous people spoke quietly about him.

It was said that the Empress coughed and spat blood.

To witness how many doctors were brought in to examine the Empress’s sputum, some nobles intentionally timed their walks to observe.

Similar stories had one common meaning: the emperor’s condition was serious to the point of being uncontrollable.

However, the two cards were neat without any sign of shaking hands or resting the pen. Although not very long, it would be unreasonable to think that someone in poor health wrote them.

Moreover, there was one more point to consider about the current emperor, Agnas XIV, being Walter’s father.

“If he did something as my father, wouldn’t there be an acknowledgment as a father, so why hide it?”

Edit knew why Walter was saying this with a strange expression.

“If the emperor is still alone and doesn’t have a falling family, it’s not like Lady Lea, Lexion’s eldest daughter, is someone to bow to.”

If the emperor was Walter’s father, there was no reason to keep the existence of the heir, especially since Lady Lea, Lexion’s eldest daughter, was not someone to yield to.

“Maybe it was sent by the emperor’s secretary. Usually, copying is entrusted to a close secretary, so that person is likely the owner of the handwriting.”

“If it’s the current secretary of the emperor, Wilhelm Count?”

“That man was a close friend and aide to the second prince, who was assassinated. Who knows, he might be taking care of a friend’s son in his place.”

With a wry smile, Walter added, “Or maybe my stepfather is setting up a smokescreen to hide his identity.”

He found the current situation of probing into his father’s actions unpleasant.

There was no way he could call a man who hid his identity and only revealed himself to be the son of Lady Lea Lexion. If Teos hadn’t mentioned that resolving my magical outburst required my father’s magic, I wouldn’t have thought about finding out who I am for the rest of my life.

No, if only my memory was intact, things wouldn’t have become this annoying.

There was no problem that could be solved late at night. He decided to clear his mind.

There was a new bride in front of him, stimulating enough to suppress the complicated thoughts.

“Anyway, it’s late at night, so let’s do something important.”
Walter smiled, hugging Edith tightly and laying her on the bed. The moment the soft blanket touched her back, Edith became anxious.

“Walter, first, let’s take a bath…”

“Do you know what I’m about to do?”

His gaze was explicitly conveying what he desired. His thick fingers carefully traced down the white dress she was wearing, undoing the lace ribbon.

Her interest, which had been focused on her stepfather and the gifts just moments ago, suddenly shifted to him.

As his hands touched, Edith shrank her body. It felt unfamiliar to her hypersensitive nerves, reacting sharply to the slow touch after a long time.

Walter gently caressed her, whispering, “Edith, don’t worry. I know you’re not ready, so I won’t rush to the end.”

“…Then, let’s start with a bath.”

Edith interrupted her words and bit her lip. When he kissed her already flushed earlobe, her heart seemed to sink.

“Anyway, I have to wash again.”

“Walter…”

The moment he heard his name pronounced in her relieved voice, Walter’s blood boiled heavily.

“I’ll take care of preparing your body, Edith, as I promised.”

He only had the intention of confirming whether the stimulating points he remembered were still effective.

“Ah…”

Edith moaned with a hoarse voice, opening her eyes. She couldn’t remember how many times she clenched her jaw last night due to the stimulation he provided.

“If this is considered preparation, what do you plan to do after obtaining permission?”

Edith couldn’t tell if her concern about her hair turning white was due to worry or anticipation.

Despite thinking she fell asleep in a mess, her body was reasonably clean thanks to Walter carefully wiping her with a wet towel while she slept.

The only thing left behind were the reddish marks he left. Thinking about Walter who sucked her skin last night, Edith felt dizzy again.

“He hasn’t done this in a while, maybe that’s why.”

He was more provocative than before. Her flawless body seemed thicker than before.

If she continued to sit on the bed like this, she felt like she would have strange thoughts all day. Edith quickly got up after leisurely washing and finishing breakfast.

After calling Vivian, Edith said, “Fetch Teos for me and bring the things I asked for yesterday.”