Walter encountered Edith about an hour earlier.

The employees of the Countess were talking all day as if they still couldn’t believe that a pregnancy celebration party was being held in Fortrion, where the estate owner was known for voyeurism.

“The Countess certainly seems to think highly of Lady Edith, doesn’t she?”

“It was divine intervention that Lady Sophia did not dismiss Lady Edith.”

“Are all nobles like this? Lady Sophia is really, so inconstant in character.”

The maids exchanged opinions on the fourth lady’s pregnancy as they carried the necessary items for the pregnancy celebration party to the garden.

Walter, killing time nearby, helped them carry heavy decorations and listened to every piece of information they passed on without missing anything.

When he sloppily finished the work and returned to his dwelling, Cassius was waiting for him.

“Everyone is talking about the fourth lady’s pregnancy with excited faces, but you seem gloomy, Walter.”

“Is that so?”

The news of Edith’s pregnancy made Walter have a lot of thoughts.

Of course, Walter knew that Edith was not really pregnant.

Considering the warning that eating Elick Berry would make outdoor activities difficult, she seemed to have manipulated the pulse diagnosis results using that plant.

Watching her deceive everyone in the mansion with a trick using what she knew, Walter thought that Edith was not ordinary either.

Cassius asked, glancing at Walter’s complex face.

“Do you dislike that Lady Edith might have another man’s child?”

Walter’s sharp gaze was felt immediately.

“You know it’s not a pregnancy, so why do you say that?”

“But everyone else knows that Countess of Fortrion loves Lady Edith so much that she would have a child. It seems you dislike even that.”

“…….”

Walter gave no answer and only frowned slightly. Cassius’s eyes sparkled as if he had discovered something interesting.

“By the way, Walter, you always wanted to have a child.”

“Who said I think about a nonexistent child every day?”

Walter cut off Cassius’s words, thinking that if he thought more about Edith’s pregnancy news, his head would explode.

However, Cassius, who almost raised Walter when he was an amnesiac adolescent, remembered very clearly.

“Cassius, will it really be less lonely if I have a family?”

“How would I know without a wife or child, kid?”

Walter, who was not sure if he could escape the mansion, was afraid of being trapped forever without his memory.

Precisely, he seemed confused, not knowing who he was or how he could mingle and become intimate with others.

Thinking back to when he threw a wornout wooden sword at a boy who was depressed, wondering how he could be less lonely, it seemed like a pretty good deed.

“Well, that aside, if you have any concerns about romance or business, consult with me, your brother.”

Walter did not want to talk about the same subject with Cassius, who was incredibly perceptive.

“What about Helen’s work?”

“I came back well. I talked about the condition of the lower riverbank and the flood cycle, so she says she’ll persuade the captain to send a mercenary force there.”

“And?”

“She asked me to thank Lady Edith, who gave us good information to use advantageously. She was already interested in it as related articles were coming out.”

Cassius said so, handing Walter a newspaper.

However, Walter was more annoyed by the name of the journalist who wrote the article than the headline that Cassius pointed to with his chin.

Benjamin Homan. A man Edith had introduced as her close friend. Judging by his faint accent when speaking, unique to Fortrion, it was clear that Benjamin had left here at least a few years ago.

When he realized that such a man had returned to the Fortrion territory and was active on behalf of Edith, Walter became more displeased.

Cassius, unaware that he was staring at the journalist’s name, continued to speak.
Anyway, there was no sign that the count would wake up, so there was no way to return your memories, so there was no need to distance yourself any longer.

If the planned generational change of the Portrion family was completed without a hitch, the hardship here would be completely over.

Even Edith, who had to delay her pregnancy, could be brought out of this prison.

“Walter. Let’s get out of here, both of us. I will do my best to let you out too.”

Walter, who was reading a newspaper, lifted his clear blue eyes that held me and answered.

“Yeah. We should start moving too.”

Walter had heard through Cassius how far Helen and the mercenary forces had progressed in their training.

He was on his way to the garden with a reluctant step when he heard someone’s cry for help because they were shorthanded.

“…….”

He stopped dead like a broken person when he discovered Edith, who was touching and smiling at the flowers adorned with Liz.

‘I’ve never seen this guy react like this before.’

Cassius found Walter, who seemed unable to take his eyes off Edith as if time had stopped, a bit unfamiliar.