Once again, her tongue clicked as she skimmed through the names on the second sheet.
Lastly, as she reached the end, her eyes widened in shock.
“Mirebel de Morsan.”
It felt like a hangover was suddenly lifted.
A delighted smile appeared on Liz’s face.
Mirebel and her husband standing proudly among the aristocrats were a source of pride.
‘How much has changed? Is she a fairly respected lady now? I wonder if I wouldn’t recognize her.’
Liz’s heart fluttered. She even found herself hoping that the wedding would take place soon.
She continued to browse through the list with a smiling face.
However, her smile disappeared completely at the name written on the last line.
“Claire Marienne de Berium.”
It was her mother’s name.
However, unlike the other names, it was written in pencil.
Liz realized.
‘Ishar added this.’
Her sister wouldn’t have invited her mother. He was a man not invited by Duke Montaner.
Liz looked at her mother’s name in silence.
Ishar must have hoped she would trace over the faint pencil line with an ink pen.
But… Liz wanted to erase it.
There was still a deep-seated resentment towards her mother.
Just as Hershis didn’t want impurities at the wedding, Liz felt the same way.
However…
‘I have to fulfill the duties of the empress.’
Following emotions would be too heavy for the empress’s duties.
The empress had the obligation to ensure the history of the new imperial family did not start with laxity and indecency.
Just then, Rosa brought tea.
“I brought milk tea, Lady Ariste. As you requested, I added four lumps of sugar.”
“Thank you. And…”
Liz looked at her, resolute.
“Could you bring me a pen? Also, an ink bottle.”
Ishar took a moment to rest his eyes and head from the documents.
Dealing with numbers all day was truly exhausting. Sometimes, even closing his eyes didn’t make the numbers disappear. It felt as if they were engraved on his eyelids.
Still, he didn’t regret rejecting the proposals from higher-ups to go out for a night hunt, allowing his eyes and head to rest for a moment. Shooting arrows into the vital points of moving animals was not something he found any enjoyment in.
His amusement came solely from correcting misplaced numbers and diligently finding and filling in the gaps in quantities.
Ishar took off his monocle and placed it on the desk, then turned to the window.
Looking at the dim night sky and the sky-stirring treetops felt like a recovery for his blurred vision. So, he decided to stay like that for a while. He needed some time of blankly staring to avoid his eyes from going blind.
“How long will it take?”
Murmuring to himself while gazing out the window, he expected some contact around today since he handed over the list yesterday.
Well, he could wait a few more days. If he brings back satisfactory results, that is.
‘I hope all the foolishness I’ve seen so far wasn’t everything.’
Ishar hoped.
He hoped that Hershis would consider the value of the daughters of the powerful families enough to reject them all.
And that value should be reflected in the list she presents.
‘If there’s any sense in her thinking, she would clearly write my mother’s name.’
If she didn’t want to receive criticism for not calling her mother-in-law to the emperor’s wedding.
If she didn’t want to start her newlywed life alongside people’s gossip, she had to do that, naturally.
‘Even if it’s late, I’ll send a letter to Rosa tomorrow.’
Ishar’s intuition was speaking.
The once blurry vision suddenly became clear.
Though the fatigue persisted, returning to work seemed feasible.
He turned his body to face the desk again.
Before starting the number game, he decided to pull the string for another cup of coffee.
He knew very well that there was no other reason for someone to come to him at this hour except for a coffee errand.
While the servant brought the coffee, he put on his monocle.
Tap.
He heard the servant’s knocking sound.
‘He came quickly.’
Ishar smiled satisfactorily at the swift servant.
“Come in.”
The sound of the servant’s clogs echoed on the marble.
And soon, with a clink, the teacup was set down along with the sound. The fragrant aroma of coffee slightly alleviated the fatigue. A sip could lift him even further.
While Ishar kept his eyes on the documents, he reached out with his hand.
“…?”
His hand missed the coffee cup… twice.
Feeling strange, he raised his head.
…!
The pupils behind the monocle enlarged.
It felt like the curtain of fatigue was not just lifted but completely torn apart.
Ignoring him, Liz spoke while looking down at him casually.
“You probably don’t need to drink coffee. Don’t you think so?”
Ishar’s eyes naturally swept over the figure in front of him.
There was no other option.
A sky-blue one-piece dress extending to the knees, frilled apron, and a headscarf.
That was Liz’s current attire.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
