“A week after the marriage.

Odette was enjoying her honeymoon very well.

And in the Ertman Duchy, stories about the happiness of the duke and duchess were spreading like wildfire.

It was only natural.

After all, Odette, who had entered the marital bedroom for the first night, came out of the room three days after the wedding.

Of course, this was not Odette’s intention at all.

After rolling her up in a blanket and making her unable to move an inch, it was all thanks to her husband, who took care of everything.

For three days, Valtter fed, bathed, and put Odette to sleep with his own hands.

Of course, he did something different from time to time. No, when you think about it, the proportion of that ‘something different’ was mostly dominant.

While not doing that ‘something different,’ Odette always either collapsed, exhausted, or just accepted the meal.

“Once I barely come to my senses, the body is clean, and a meal is ready…”

In other words, even in such situations, Valtter had the stamina to wait for Odette to wake up.

What on earth was Valtter made of?

Odette even wondered if Valtter’s stamina was not made of some invisible liquid rather than physical energy.

She couldn’t get out of bed just by doing that ‘something different,’ while thinking about it.

“I’ve never thought that I might be lacking stamina…”

Whether it was because Odette, who couldn’t come to her senses every time, was quite shocking, or because she mentioned that her waist hurt after the first night.

Valtter seemed to feel a sense of mission not to let Odette consume stamina other than that ‘something different.’

Thus, the three days, made up of Valtter’s excessive protection, were created.

Odette, who had never received such care even when she was a child, was sometimes buried in a blanket like a baby bird, receiving a meal with a squirming motion. Yet, she couldn’t turn away from the slightly raised conscience, raising her head discreetly.

“Valtter, if the duchess is this lazy, won’t everyone be suspicious?”

Sleeping in late can be packaged as a boastful laziness of a beloved wife. Still, in a room with drawn curtains and no clock, even though she didn’t know the exact date, she could vaguely feel that more than a day had passed.

Then, Valtter, while generously spreading strawberry compote, Odette’s favorite, on white bread smeared with butter, chuckled.

“If there’s someone who wants to sink so badly, I hope he opens his mouth quickly.”

Well, to die, what can’t you do? Chuckling, Valtter again smeared the red lump with the jam knife on the white bread.

Certainly, what he held in his hand was supposed to be a knife, but it was a jam knife with no days in it. The red lump was undoubtedly a strawberry compote with a unique texture and a sweet and sour taste, full of vitality.

‘Why does it look so fierce when it’s in Valtter’s hands…?'”
“Such a harmless combination might be a talent in itself.

For no reason, Odette decided to keep her mouth shut for the peace of the mansion.

Once the body was comfortable, she didn’t want to think about anything else.

The harmony of the sweet and refreshing bursting strawberry compote, the butter that added a smooth and fragrant flavor, and the white bread that chewed without a rough texture was amazing.

Odette thought calmly while chewing the bread full in her mouth.

‘Yes, it’s a honeymoon.’

Even if she was a bit lazy, everyone would probably let it go.

With the sense of time disappearing, Odette, who thought at most a day had passed, decided to enjoy Valtter’s hospitality a bit more.

If it hadn’t been Russell who knocked on the door with the words, ‘Your Excellency, urgent approval is needed, but it’s already delayed for three days…,’ this laziness might have continued for another day or two.

Realizing the fact that she had been in this room for three days just by that brief sentence, Odette got up from her seat in shock and looked for Valtter.

“V-Valtter! W-We’ve been here for three days?”

“…Is there a problem?”

“Of course! I thought it had been at most a day or two! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask, do I have to tell you even if you don’t ask? I was planning to spend a few more days like this.”

“W-What are you talking about! What do you think the servants will think of us?”

“The master and mistress seem to be enjoying themselves.”

“It’s the worst!”

Only then did Odette realize that the drawn curtains, the clockless room, and the irregular meals were all intentional.

If Odette had opened the curtains even once, the story might have been different, but she was still quite naive this time.

Opening the curtains might be seen by the gardener. Or maybe you want to show how we’re living?

Terrified by Valtter’s words, she didn’t even approach the curtain.

Of course, thanks to Valtter, who wrapped her up in a blanket and took care of every whim, there was almost no need for her to leave the bed.

Now, it seemed that Valtter’s indulgence in fulfilling every whim was also part of his plan to erase the sense of time and make Odette lazy.