“Yes. He came back just before you and Cedric came.”

“Okay. I got it.”

Lamein, who had undressed, sat in front of the dressing table.

“Ah. That’s right. Madam. I found the key you said you lost last time.”

Jane, who was removing the ornament pinned above her neatly rolled hair, said.

“……Key?”

“Yes. Just a moment. I left it on the study desk. I’ll bring it.”

Jane, who was headed for the study, appeared with a key in her hand.

“Here it is.”

Jane handed over the key, and she looked at it this way and that on her palm.

‘Bracelet?’

Two keys tied to a bracelet with several red gems round like pearls.

Judging by the size, it seems to be a door key rather than a desk or drawer key.

“I found it while cleaning under the bed today.”

She took her eyes off the key at Jane’s words.

“Jane. Have I ever told you where this key is used?”

“No. You only said you lost a key hanging on a bracelet like that.”

She looked down at the key again.

“Anyway, thank you for finding it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A moment later, Jane left the room.

“What on earth is this key?”

Lamein, who was looking seriously at the key in her hand, squeezed it tightly.

And slowly closed her eyes.

“…….”

Just as the memory had come back through the place.

She wondered if it was possible for the memory to come back through an object.

“There’s no way I’ll remember by doing this.”

It was a futile effort.

Lamein let out a short sigh and put the key down on the dressing table and got up.

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Cedric, who was returning to his room, stopped walking.

And he glanced at the long shadow coming down the corridor.

“Cedric. Where have you been?”

It was Killien.

“Yeah.”

Cedric answered briefly and pulled up the corner of his mouth.

“Where?”

“Just. I had a place to go.”

“Is that so? Then rest.”

Thumpthump. Killien lightly patted his shoulder and passed by Cedric when.

“Brother.”

At the faint call, Killien stopped walking and turned around.

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

At that time, when he asked with a calm expression.

“Were you in town today?”

A voice as serene as the calm blue eyes came.

“Downtown? No. Why?”

Killien slightly raised his eyelids.

Cedric, who was staring deeply, held a smile in his mouth.

“I thought you said you were going to town last time. I had a favor.”

“Oh. Did I say that? What’s the favor?”

“No. I think I can go myself.”

Thumpthump.

“I’m going.”

He lightly patted Killien’s shoulder and turned to move away.

(This is a time separator.)

The longawaited hunting competition day has come.

Lamein, who had busily finished preparing from morning, stood in front of the mirror.

She stared briefly at her own appearance, dressed in a bright orange dress that seemed visible even from 100 meters away, and slightly frowned.

Frills hanging all over the chest line of the dress and ornaments stuck here and there on the hem of the dress.

‘Can I wander around looking for herbs like this?’

She was more focused on finding herbs from the books she had read rather than what kind of beast her husband would catch.

“Madam. Everyone is waiting.”

She withdrew her glaring gaze from her reflection in the mirror at Jane’s words.

As she approached the central entrance of the mansion, she saw Cedric standing in front of the carriage.

And also.
Lamein is here. “Cedric, let’s start now.”

Inside the carriage, Elinado’s face peeped out through the carriage door.

“Lamein, Elina really wants to go to the hunting contest. Killian has work that day, so take her with you.”

It was not Duchess Roger but Duke Roger who called out to her and suggested that she accompany Elina.

In the end, she could not refuse.

Lamein sighed briefly and climbed into the carriage.

Elina, dressed in a bright yellow dress, slowly scanned Lamein as she climbed into the carriage. Then.

“Oh, Lamein, your dress is so pretty. Like a tulip.”

She suddenly began to praise her own dress.

Lamein, seated across from Elina, slowly scanned her from head to toe.

“Elina, you look like a flower too.”

“A flower? What flower?”

……A forsythia.

She started looking for a new flower in her head because the flower that came to mind without going through her brain seemed like a curse.

“……Freesia. You’re as pretty as a freesia.”

“Freesia? I don’t really like freesias.”

……This darn forsythia.

Lamein, now filled with one flower in her mind, forced her eyes to soften.

Cedric, who had climbed into the carriage, sat down next to Lamein.

“We will depart.”

With the coachman’s voice, the carriage began to run.

Outside the carriage window. Cedric spoke, looking at the sky where the sun was shining brightly.

“It’s a good day for hunting.”

And his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

Lamein looked at the sky where Cedric’s eyes were fixed.

‘It’s a good day to pick herbs.’

At that moment, when the couple sitting side by side were thinking differently.

“Cedric, have you tried the fruit tea that the Duchess received from the royal family last time?”

Elina, with softened eyes, asked.

“No, not yet.”

“I tried it with Killian yesterday, and it was the best fruit tea I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Be sure to try it when you go home. There’s not much left, and I was sorry, so Killian said he’d get the same tea next time.”

Listening to the conversation of the two while looking out the window, Lamein glanced at Cedric.

His attitude towards Elina is different from usual.

With a nonchalant expression, he looked away from Cedric and moved his gaze to Elina.

She looked as cheerful as usual.

‘Elina doesn’t know that Killian is seeing another lady, does she?’

If she knew, she wouldn’t be able to be so cheerful while talking about Killian.

Thinking quietly, Killian seemed to be the worst guy.

‘Falling in love isn’t a crime, but you should act right.’

What kind of game is this?

If Elina had been her close friend, she would have packed her lunch and encouraged her to meet other men.

Lamein took her eyes off Elina’s carefree face and looked out the window again.

After running for a while, they arrived at Moldovar Forest, where the hunting contest was held today.

‘Wow. There are really a lot of people.’

A space filled with numerous people.

Nobles with large bows and elaborate sheaths on their faces looked determined.

Young ladies, seemingly expecting which nobleman would present his game to them today, looked excited.

Looking around at the unfamiliar scene, just then.

“Cedric, you’re here. I knew you would definitely come.”

A man approached Cedric and greeted him cheerfully.

Thinking that Cedric would introduce her to a stranger, Lamein stood next to Cedric.

“Oh……. Edmund. You came too?”

Lamein subtly raised her eyelids at Cedric’s voice.

‘Does he not like this person much?’

The impression is that her husband’s voice does not particularly welcome the man in front of him.

A glance at her husband’s face also confirms that his voice does not lie.

“Cedric, why are you so wary? Why? Are you worried that I might catch a bigger beast?”

At the joking man’s words.

“Hardly. If I had that worry, it would have ended 10 years ago.”

Cedric finally changed his expression and replied. And then.

“Edmund, say hello. This is Lamein Roger, my wife.”

He introduced himself to the man standing in front.
A man named Edward took a step forward, standing up straight at the waist.

The large shadow created by the man slowly engulfed Lamein.

“Finally, I get to greet the beautiful lady in person. Edward Windsor. I greet you, Mrs. Lamein Roger.”

A deep smile spread across the lips of the man who had offered a polite greeting.