Feeling good, Liz returned to her residence, and Mirabel was there. She mentioned leaving her daughter, Aris, with Jonathan and coming alone.

“With no child, it seems lonely, doesn’t it? You were so obsessed with having a child.”

“Miss, you should try raising one too. No matter how cute a child is, everyone needs their own time.”

“No nanny?”

“I have one, but I prefer doing it myself.”

In that statement, both fatigue and pride could be felt simultaneously.

‘Well, Mirabel is good at taking care of children, so it’s natural.’

Liz acknowledged. And, on the other hand, she was curious.

‘Will Cain like me? If I just hug him, will he cry?’

The latter seemed more likely. Especially considering Claire Berium was undoubtedly his mother.

“Oh, take this. I made it.”

Mirabel held out a box.

“What did you make this time?”

She always brought something. Liz wondered what it could be this time and opened the box.

Expecting hand-knitted baby socks, a hat, or something delicate and cute like a felt mobile, it was surprisingly a sturdy item.

“What kind of cloth is this?”

As Liz unfolded the long, white cloth, Mirabel explained.

“It’s a baby diaper.”

“Diaper… Ear?”

That thing for bowel movements?

“Normally, the child’s grandmother should do it… Since she’s far away, I prepared it.”

“Even if she were close, you should have done it anyway. Anyway, thanks. But how do you use this?”

“I’ll show you with a demonstration.”

Mirabel took out another cloth, folded it long once and twice in the same direction.

“This is the end. Fill it with the prince’s bottom. Simple, right?”

“That’s right.”

Liz nodded. She thought it would require some advanced skills, but it turned out to be unexpected.

While Mirabel folded the cloth neatly, she asked.

“Have you decided on the prince’s name yet?”

“I have.”

“Oh, really? What is it? Please tell me.”

Liz replied nonchalantly.

“Cain.”

“….”

It took a moment for Mirabel to process the name.

“Why does that name come up here?”

“….”

Come to think of it, Mirabel still didn’t know that Cain and Hersis were the same person.

‘Well, not just Mirabel.’

Even the sharp Montaner Duke, who was well-known, didn’t know.

“Why is that name coming up here?!”

Suddenly, Mirabel covered her mouth. She seemed to be having a strange thought.

“Could it be? Are you still unable to forget that scoundrel?”

“No, it’s not that…”

“Oh my, Miss!”

Mirabel, calling Liz by her old title after a long time, made a strange sound.

“Miss, you shouldn’t say that. Thinking about another man instead of a splendid and affectionate person like His Majesty. Miss, you’ll be cursed.”

“….”

In her mind, Liz, even after marriage, couldn’t forget the old servant, and she became a notorious and wicked woman who gave her child that name.
It seemed impossible to change the firmly entrenched thought in Mirabel’s mind with any words… except for one method.

Liz, who was contemplating for a moment, suddenly fixed her gaze.

She quietly asked, “Mirabel, is there a sibling for Aris in your belly, by any chance?”

“No.”

Mirabel replied with a puzzled expression.

Upon hearing that, Liz spoke with a relieved expression, “That’s good then. You won’t have the shock of giving birth since there won’t be any.”

“….?”

“My husband is Cain.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop, at least in the vicinity of Mirabel.

Mirabel’s eyes, which had become blank, were now the most foolish look she had ever seen. However, it wasn’t Mirabel’s fault.

Even the intelligent Montaner Duke might have had the same expression at this moment.

After a while, Mirabel said, “Miss, you’re quite a joker.”

Thinking that Liz was mocking her, Mirabel narrowed her eyes.

“After making jokes like that. Was my nagging so unbearable?”

Mirabel sighed and chuckled at the same time. Then, she looked at Liz.

Slowly suspecting the consistently serious expression on Liz’s face, Mirabel’s laughter gradually faded away.

“Mirabel.”

Liz calmly said, “It’s natural that it’s hard to believe. I doubted my eyes at first too.”

Mirabel’s laughter barely remained at the corners of her mouth.

Liz continued, “But it’s true. My husband is Cain. Remember what he said on the stairs when Her Majesty took me away from the Berium Marquisate? He knew everything about me. Don’t you remember?”

“….”

“If it wasn’t Cain, how would he have known that? You thought I talked to that man I met for the first time about such trivial matters?”

Mirabel had nothing to say.

She had questioned it as well because it was strange for a young lady who had known someone for a short time, not someone she had known for a long time, to talk about her family history in such detail.

If the emperor was indeed Cain, that question would be easily answered.

“But…”

Still, Mirabel couldn’t believe it.

There was a clear reason for that.

“The face… the face is different.”

“He took medicine to change it.”

“….”