Mugwort pointed to the table where the ladies were huddled together, smiling brightly.

I pulled my feet, which I wanted to stick to the floor, slowly, maintaining as calm a smile as possible.

As I approached the table.

“Lady Lamein Roger. It’s been a long time.”

“We missed you because we couldn’t see you for a while. Now we finally meet. Lady.”

The ladies, who were drinking tea while sitting elegantly, greeted.

“Have you all been well?”

A smile naturally flowed as I looked at the strangers and became a little accustomed to making a friendly expression.

“We were just talking about the Count.”

As soon as Lamein sat down at the table, Mugwort opened her mouth.

“A story about my husband? What kind of story?”

Lamein asked in a relaxed voice.

“Count Roger became one of the knights recognized by the king after winning a big war and returning a few years ago.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Because the Count is such an ambitious person, we were discussing the idea that he might want the title of Duke.”

“……Duke?”

“Yes.”

Looking at Cedric’s suggestion and these guys talking about it at the party, I could see.

In a classbased society, who occupies a high position is one of the main issues.

‘But aren’t these guys too brazen in asking these questions?’

There would be more than one or two families struggling to take the title.

‘These guys are amazing too.’

I smiled leisurely, looking at the girls who threw cautious and rude questions.

“There are many people who think that you had the marriage with the daughter of Duke Heter Calips, who is recognized by the King, in mind.”

“Right. What do you think, Lady?”

Lamein, who had been listening silently, smiled a little deeper.

‘There is no value in answering what these guys are asking.’

Instead of answering the question, I remembered another task I had to do here, other than meeting Duke Haribo.

That’s to squash the rumors about Cedric and myself.

What would be the most effective way?

As I was pondering, I slowly scanned the ladies with hyenalike eyes.

And she pushed her lips up gently with a determined look in her eyes.

“That’s news to me. I’m surprised you all were so interested.”

I know nothing.

As she said so, she spoke with an innocent expression.

“So, you’re not interested in your husband getting a ducal title?”

When Mugwort asked in a puzzled manner.

“Oh, no way. It can’t be.”

“That’s ridiculous. Isn’t it a desire that everyone has?”

The ladies who had been quietly watching threw a word each.

“Honestly, you want your husband to receive the title of Duke, don’t you?”

Mugwort asked, raising her thickly curled eyelashes as if she was about to poke the sky.

That damn title. Title. Title.

It seems like the sound of a title will swirl around my ears even in my sleep.

‘Don’t mind whether my darling gets a title or not?

Swallowing the words that came up to her throat, she slowly opened her mouth.

“Honestly, I have a lot of concerns these days.”

At Lamein, who suddenly dropped her eyes, the ladies flinched their eyelids at the same time.

“Are you worried that the Count might not get the title of Duke?”

Mugwort, who had already confirmed that Cedric was aiming for the title of Duke, asked with a sharp gaze.

Lamein, who swallowed slowly and her heart fluttered, slowly shook her head.

“No, that’s not it.”

“That’s not it?”

“Ah, come to think of it, it seems like that too.”

What the hell is that?

Looking at the ladies with frustrating expressions, Lamein slowly moved her lips that had been tightly closed.

“As you said, it would be good if my ambitious husband, who is recognized by the king, was also a little greedy for the title. But he’s more interested in other things.”

“Somewhere else? What do you mean?”

Something was happening.

Their eyes, full of curiosity, sparkled.

“My husband, that is. If he has any interests, it’s me…..”

“What, pray tell, is the Earl most interested in?”

As the conversation lagged, the women began to hurry things along.

Sigh. Lamein exhaled deeply, lifting her slightly dropped chin, and slowly moved her lips.

“It’s me.”

“…..!”

“Why he dotes so much on me, I have no idea what to do.”

Huh? That’s not it?

The ladies had expressions as if they’d been hit on the head with a stone.

Lamein hung her head slightly and cradled her cheeks with her hands.

“Oh dear. You have no idea how distressing it is.”

And then she shook her head briefly.

There was a moment of silence, as if time had stopped.

Swallowing that silence, Lamein, lifting her head, made a show of smiling while gritting her teeth.

A behaviour she wouldn’t have done unless she was possessed.

‘How am I going to cope with this guilt.’

She resisted the urge to slam her head on the table and faint, and tried to soften her gaze.

“Oh. I see……”

“I had no idea.”

The ladies, with slightly trembling eyes, smiled awkwardly at each other.

“Ah! Right! So, why would that topic come up?”

One of them opened her mouth as if she had just remembered something.

“What topic?”

Lamein asked with a pure expression of not knowing anything.

“The story that there might be a problem between the two of you because you are not often seen together.”

Be honest with me, you two aren’t getting along, right?

“Oh, the story I heard wasn’t that. The Countess used to be more sociable than anyone else.”

You used to play a lot.

“You got along so well with many young men, I heard the Earl doesn’t like it when the Countess comes to places like this.”

Is it because of your issues with men that your husband doesn’t like coming here?

The group of girls started to dig in.

Another wave of guilt was about to hit.

She decided to brace herself before it began.

Lamein softly brought her hands together in prayer in front of her chest.

“I have been worried about that too.”

The ladies listening also seemed anxious, already squinting their eyes.

‘How do you think I feel?’

Lamein, who had been gritting her teeth for a moment, flicked her eyes again.

“It’s not like I’m a wornout shoe. It seems he doesn’t even like other young men looking at me.”

“…..”

“To be honest, my husband torments me every night to the point that I can’t sleep. You all know how hard that is, right?”

“…..Yes?”

“Sigh. And yet, he’s not satisfied. He tries to confine me in his arms all day. It’s really distressing.”

She’s crazy. A crazy woman has appeared at the party.

With those looks, she sent a look of pity at the young ladies.

‘Should I stop now?’

While she was trying to sort out the situation, she felt a bit regretful.

Lamein slowly opened her lips, which had been tightly shut.

“Ah! Ladies, please don’t tell my husband what I just said.”

“Why is that?”

Mugwort, looking like a wilting plant, asked.

“If my husband, who can’t sleep out of worry even if I just sneeze, finds out that I’m worried like this, I’m afraid he will stick to me all day with that handsome face.”

The gaze that had been glued to her face scattered in all directions, as if they couldn’t bear it anymore.

It seemed like they were cursing with their mouths, but she didn’t care.

“This is a secret. You understand, right? Absolutely!”

She was about to make a pinky promise, but decided against it.

Lamein, who had thrown her innocent voice and laughed innocently, decided to think that way.

That she traded a day of today for 10 years of frustration.