Cain played and frolicked in the garden with Alys to his heart’s content, and Riz enjoyed a pleasant time talking with Mirabel.

But as the evening approached, she became quietly uneasy again.

Intimacy and sleeping together were different issues, and would Cain, who had never fallen asleep even in the hands of a nanny, really try to sleep with Mirabel?

“It’s now!”

When Riz hesitated, Mirabel whispered, urging her.

It meant to go quickly while Cain was busy playing with Alys.

Was the separation anxiety not with Cain but with her?
Riz somehow managed to move her reluctant steps out of the room where Cain and Alys were playing.

There was a feeling that something was welling up from deep inside.

But the self-blame and sadness of separating from her children didn’t last long.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she remembered what she had to do from now on.

Time was running out. Riz started to prepare.

Entering a place where the scent of flowers was so strong that her head was spinning, she had to remove or trim the hair that had grown in the neglected parts. She also trimmed her nails in case they might hurt her body.

The last step was clothing.

She rummaged through the dressing room, trying to choose clothes that would create an unusual atmosphere. However, there were almost no such clothes, and even the few slips that were suitable for her purpose were too modest to fulfill her goal.

After all, it was natural that she didn’t have such clothes since she got pregnant with Cain right after marriage.

“This won’t do.”

She sighed, putting down the black silk slip she was holding.

It was as modest as the uniforms worn by the welcoming choir at the recent reception of the foreign envoy, as simple and neat.

She needed clothes that could catch his eyes at a glance.

“What was there like that…”

At that moment, something came to her mind.

“Right, that’s it!”

Riz rang the bell to call Rosa.

“Did you call, Your Majesty?”

“Are there any clothes I brought from my saga a while ago? Where did you store them?”

“They should be in the second dressing room. Shall I bring them?”

“Yes, please.”

Rosa appeared with a large wooden carrier about ten minutes later.

After Rosa stepped back, Riz opened the carrier immediately.

Sure enough, what she was looking for was there.

Riz’s amethyst-colored eyes sparkled with confidence.

The moisture particles spread through the nozzle settled on her smooth chest.

The perfume particles, like grains of sand, settling on the Parmaviolet-colored slip, had a subtly sensual scent.

Riz savored the valley of femininity visible through the deep V-neck with satisfied eyes.

“I’m not dead yet.”

He had worried that her breasts would become saggy due to breastfeeding Cain behind a rock, but fortunately, it wasn’t that bad.

Riz put on a smooth silk gown over the slip, slightly opening the chest.

In the days when Hercesis had a different appearance and a different name, Riz, in order to seduce him, wore this dress and bowed in front of him.

“Oh, there’s something here.”

He might not have blinked then, but now it would undoubtedly be different.

“I wish he would seduce me like he did back then…”
When he was acutely aware of destiny and deeply involved in pushing him away, he said so with regret for her transformation.

This time, Riz intended to completely distract him.

“……!”

A sound resonated through the marble floor beyond the door.

Hercesis was returning to the bedroom.

Leaving only one silver candle, she extinguished the others. Seated in a chair in front of the table with a wine glass, Riz crossed her legs. Due to an unintended incident, her sleek thigh was exposed through the gap in her gown, and she left it as it was.

Finally, he entered.

Clad in a sky-blue gown with wide pajama pants, a towel hung around his neck, and his hair was moist.

He looked at Riz. And, scanning both sides of her, he asked.

“Where’s Cain?”

Feeling a slight disappointment from him, immediately looking for Cain, Riz answered without showing it.

“Oh… Today, Mirabel decided to put Alys to sleep with her.”

“Lady Mortsen? Is that guy willingly doing that?”

“Yes, surprisingly, he follows her well. Besides, Cain has always liked Alys, hasn’t he? At this rate, I don’t know if he might become brothers-in-law with Mirabel later.”

“Well…”

At that, Hercesis’s face looked somewhat sulky.

Riz, sensing that he was already feeling uneasy about letting go of his beloved child, said.

“Well, everyone is going independent. You, me, everyone…”

But suddenly, I wondered why I had to convince him this much.

‘What’s wrong with this man? Right now, I don’t care about anything but thinking about Cain?’

Although I wanted to just throw everything away…

‘This is Count Enerd’s words. Taking advantage of the brief interval during pregnancy, he infiltrated the government, what is he saying?’

I couldn’t leave such a situation unresolved.

Riz raised her patience and approached him, fist-bumping him.

“Let’s not talk about that and have a glass of wine after a long time.”

Hercesis, unable to resist, sat in the chair as she led him.

“Well… I’ll pour you a drink.”

Riz tilted the wine bottle. And… her body tilted along with it.

Her opened chest gathered cutely under the neckline, revealing deep shadows in the candlelight.