Delia bit her lower lip and nodded, looking at Deverti. As their eyes met, he smiled and kissed her cheek, calling her cute.

A man who rushes to embrace and comfort her at the sight of tears.

She had to believe he was caring and gentle.

Delia buried the rising discomfort like a mirage and filled herself with the hollow satisfaction of being loved.

I read the memories of the knights who followed Deverti that day. And I had to struggle to hold back my laughter.

Deverti, who bravely summoned the monster, ended up wetting his pants and begging for his life when the snake-like monster appeared.

Tears were even in his eyes when Lonan showed up.

On the way back, there was also a memory of him awkwardly walking, trying to hide his wet pants.

‘It feels even more satisfying than when I took revenge before.’

It was a sight to see when Laches demanded an explanation in anger, and Deverti begged to change his pants first.

I regretted not being able to witness it firsthand.

‘I laughed so hard after seeing the memory that the knights looked at me suspiciously.’

I thought Deverti and Delia would be cautious for at least a few days after such a ridiculous incident.

But my expectation was wrong. That only applies to sane people.

“Northerners are famously strong, aren’t they? Unlike the weak women of the capital, they look healthy. Healthy women are said to be good at producing heirs.”

Could that really be something a person would say?

I watched Deverti flirting with the young maids with a cold gaze.

It wasn’t his first time doing this, and always with different women.

‘He’s still not learned his lesson, despite being chased out of the capital for his bad reputation.’

I clicked my tongue. Seeing his face, I couldn’t help but laugh, remembering him clutching his wet pants and shedding tears.

After thoroughly mocking him, I turned around. I had been busy avoiding him as he roamed around recklessly.

I just wished he would quickly get his carriage fixed and leave.

What puzzled me was that Delia clearly knew about Deverti’s behavior, yet she didn’t seem to take any action against it.
Whether they agreed to live freely or Delia just trusts Deverti.

If it were me, I would have grabbed him by the hair and thrown him off a high building.

‘Is she unaware?’

Whichever it was, it wasn’t my business to worry about. Delia chose Deverti, so whether she abandons him or bears with him for life is up to her.

‘By the way, wasn’t Delia pregnant around this time… What happened to the baby?’

Whenever I planned revenge and behaved antagonistically, Delia always cheated with Deverti and usually announced her pregnancy around the dates of my wedding.

This life, where I didn’t plan revenge and lived somewhat amicably, I faked my death the day before the wedding, and it’s been quite a while since then.

If Delia was pregnant, they should be more careful, but the two showed no such signs.

Even with a bad reputation in the capital, it seems extreme to travel to the far North by carriage while pregnant.

‘…Since I always died after hearing about the pregnancy, I don’t know what happened next.’

Suddenly, I remembered Delia’s face when she first told me about her pregnancy.

On my wedding day, she looked at me and smiled.

‘Why…….’

My pace slowly dwindled to a stop.

“……Ha.”

An inescapable chuckle escaped me.

The resurrection happened not years before, but just months before my death.

Doctors could only confirm a pregnancy at least four months in. So, if Delia announced her pregnancy on my wedding day, it meant she was pregnant at least that long before.

However, when I planned revenge or was terminally ill, ensuring the end of my relationship with Deverti, Delia never announced her pregnancy, as Deverti would inevitably be hers without needing the lie.

“This means… her pregnancy was a lie.”

Unstoppable laughter flowed. So, Delia used pregnancy as a means to steal Deverti from me.

“Ha, you were more devilish than I thought.”

My hand gripping the laundry basket unconsciously tightened.

That’s when it happened.

“Do you know who’s in charge of laundry? I have something special to ask.”

“Laundry in charge? They should be collecting laundry now… Oh? There they are. ……Leah!”

A voice called out to me from behind.

“……Leah?”

Deverti’s voice joined in calling my name.

Deverti seemed to turn towards me, echoing a familiar name on his lips.

A sensation of being watched prickled my back.

My heart plummeted.

“There… Your name is Leah, isn’t it?”

Deverti’s footsteps approached me. I had to escape immediately.

Pretending not to hear, I quickly but inconspicuously hastened my steps, clutching the laundry basket.

“Wait a minute!”

Deverti followed.

Running now would draw suspicion.

No. I can’t be discovered.

I’m barely surviving.

I can’t go back to that time and die again.

My fingertips trembled, and my lips dried up.

“Just wait! I’m not a suspicious person! What I wanted to ask wasn’t anything odd, it’s about my pants…”

Thud.

Someone grabbed my shoulder, halting my brisk walk.