The count and Miss Elina have returned.”

Jane, who was arranging a glass vase on the table by the window, said, looking out the window.

“Really?”

Lamein, leaning slightly against the bed, looked at the flower Jane was touching, not the window outside, and replied sullenly.

Come to think of it, bright flowers were always arranged in the vase.

But never once had she seen a rose.

“Jane, I don’t remember ever seeing a rose in my room’s vase. Is there a reason for that?”

Jane, who had stopped arranging the flowers, turned her body.

“When I first came here, I was told so by the servant who was attending the lady.”

Two months after Lamein came to this mansion, the servant suddenly changed to Jane.

“Really?”

“Yes. I always prepared as I was instructed.”

Hmm. Lamein made a small noise, biting her lip.

“Should I prepare roses from now on?”

Jane asked, looking around.

“No. Just do as you’ve always done.”

With a faint smile at the end of her words, Jane, who had answered no, started arranging the flowers again.

A little later.

“If you need anything, ma’am, call me.”

Jane, who had finished arranging the clothes, stood by the door and spoke.

“Yeah. Got it.”

Lamein answered, stretching her legs.

She felt sluggish, having been in bed for too long.

“Jane, before you go back to your room, please make me a cup of herbal tea. And go rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She got up from the bed and headed for the window.

At that moment, when she was about to open the window to change the stuffy air.

Knock knock.

The door opened with a knock, and Cedric entered the room.

“Count, did you have a good trip?”

“Yes.”

Lamein, who had been watching the two exchanging glances, opened the window wide.

She inhaled the gentle wind that was filled with the scent of phytoncides.

“I will prepare the tea shortly.”

Jane left, and Lamein glanced at the man standing alone by the door.

In Cedric’s hand was a box of a familiar shape.

‘A medicine box?’

It was the same shape as the box where she kept her herbs and medicines.

Lamein narrowed her eyes slightly.

‘Did he visit the perfume workshop?’

She took her eyes off the box for a moment.

“Did you have a good trip to the bookstore?”

“Yes. I picked up the book I had ordered.”

Cedric answered, approaching Lamein standing by the window.

“What book was it?”

“A book about knight literature.”

“Ah. I see.”

As she answered with a languid smile, Cedric held out the box he had been carrying to Lamein.

“…….”

“…….”

Neither of them spoke.

Lamein blinked slowly, looking alternately at the box and her husband’s face.

Her hand was pointing at her, but her gaze was aimed far away into space.

“Cedric, what is this?”

“Ah. Yes. It’s a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

Blue eyes touched her face for a moment and then drifted far away again.

…a gift.

Lamein tilted her head slightly as she looked back and forth between the box and Cedric.

She was curious why he was suddenly giving her a gift, but she was also curious about her husband’s attitude.

‘Why is he like that? Is he being shy now?’

His awkward gaze handling.

His lips tightly closed, wriggling minutely.

His unstable expression that seemed ready to cough.

It made her more uneasy.

“Hmm. Are you not going to take it?”

Lamein raised one eyebrow.

‘It’s not like it’s a bomb or anything, right?’

If it explodes, I won’t die alone. You’re going too.

She retracted her slightly suspicious gaze and slowly opened her mouth.

“Why a gift all of a sudden?”

Lamein focused on her husband’s face and pushed her eyebrows up.

“I bought one when I went to the perfume workshop.”

“Did you think of me all of a sudden?”

“Well, I didn’t not think of you.”

“Thank you.”

Finally, she met her husband’s eyes and received the perfume box.

Opening the box, she saw a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid.

‘I don’t know why, but it’s a gift from a man for the first time in a long time.’

Even in her previous life, she had thought of romance as a luxury, so she never had a chance to receive a gift.

She took out the perfume bottle and placed the box that contained the perfume on the table by the window.

Knock knock.
“Madam. I have prepared the herbal tea.”

Along with a knock, Jane, who was holding a tray with herbal tea, entered.

“Uhhuh. Place it on the table here.”

As she casually replied, she was opening the cap of the perfume in her hand when,

‘Ah! What is this?’

Her vision swayed momentarily from the intense, foul scent that hit her nose.

It was none other than the scent of roses.

“Ugh…….”

A nausea, entirely different from the one that burst unreservedly in the rose garden, overwhelmed her.

At that moment, her hand, holding the perfume bottle, trembled in the air.

“La… Lamein. What’s wrong?”

“Madam! What’s the matter?”

Voices came one after another, and in an instant, they grew faint.

Everything in front of her began to blur.

Her small hand clenched the perfume bottle as if to break it.

‘I have to get rid of this!’

Only that one thought desperately pushed in.

The opened window caught her blurry vision.