Even if I tried to please him with money, he could threaten me later.
Besides, Eric's research will reveal everything.
So there were two ways.
I need someone whose identity no one can ever trace,
Or he needed someone trustworthy enough not to fall into Eric's games...
Knock-!
Knock-!
“It's me, Sardin.”
A knock reminded me of something I had forgotten.
'Oh, I told Sardin to buy peaches earlier,
Isn't it, but did he buy it?'
Because of morning sickness earlier, I was feeling crazy because I wanted to eat fresh peaches.
So I sent him off with an errand, but now that I thought about it, it wasn't peach season.
“Come in.”
With my permission, he entered the room.
As expected, he was empty-handed.
“I'm sorry ma'am, the peaches you mentioned were not available.”
I shook my head when I saw him bow his head full of regret.
"It's all right.
We may not get it."
In fact, she was going to scold Sardin, who was unable to get the peaches.
But now I was in a good mood thanks to the sweet peach dessert.
“You did a great job”
Maybe my words were different from what he expected,
Sardin looked at me calmly and hurriedly bowed his head.
“Next time, I'll be careful not to break the order.”
As I looked at him like a loyal dog, something like lightning came to my mind.
“Sardines”
“Yes, ma'am.”
I approached Sardin and said quietly.
“From now on, you will be the father of my child.”
This was the solution to a problem that had been bothering me all the time.
Sardine was lost in thought for a moment, then blushed.
“N-No, I don’t know what you mean because I’m stupid!”
He understood but he answered that way, he must have thought I was making fun of him.
That's why he had to behave well.
I was also for a moment blaming myself in the past for bullying him and making fun of him, and I told him again so he could understand.
“Why do you pretend that you don’t understand what I’m saying?
I mean, be the father of the child in my womb.”
At my words, his face instantly turned white and stiffened.
“Why do you say that?
His father is healthy.”
It must be weird for sure.
Suddenly she asked him to father a child.
Perhaps that's why Sardine asked cautiously, "I know it's a bit bold to say this...
Did your husband say something he shouldn't have said yesterday?"
She laughed in vain as she guessed the meaning of what he had not to say.
'It's something like: Let the baby be my baby?'
I shook my head,
“No, he didn't say anything.”
Although he did not welcome the sudden baby, he was at least convinced that it was his.
'If Eric son of a** had been honest from the beginning, I would have broken up with him earlier.'
Then my baby and I won't have to be chased.
But Eric deceived me and my child to the end.
The result was the death of my child.
But I don't need to tell him all the facts.
Even though Sardin saved me, but since I had been betrayed previously, I couldn't trust anyone.
'Because I know very well that if I show my emotions while pretending to be pity, I will be ignored.'
Remembering the experience of being ignored by maids when I was young, I quickly clenched my fists.
'So I should never look weak'
I immediately put out all my emotions, raised one corner of my mouth, and smiled.
“Just, I'm tired of it now.”
“...Are you serious?”
There was doubt in Sardine's eyes as he asked.
Yes, that's understandable.
Even in the eyes of the young slave, Duchess Cornelia was so obsessed with her husband that she was pitiful.
But now I know that the sun I was chasing was just an illusion.
The boy who gently approached me for the first time, I could not reach him no matter how close I approached.
The closer I got, the more my heart was filled with scars.
But like a fool, I thought that Eric was my only salvation, and that one day he would remember his promise to me.
So for a long time, I couldn't let go of Eric and chased after him.
However, I couldn't even get close to the sun and I lost everything and got burned.
“Yes, now I don't like Eric Lennon Brant.”
It was a sound so dry that I couldn't tell it came out of my mouth.
So much so that I was amazed at myself.
The reason I was able to come back to my senses… was because there was a real sun in my womb, not an imaginary image.
“That's why I'm going to divorce him but...”
Even though I got married in my own way, divorce was difficult.
“My father will not allow a divorce easily, and he will not risk it.
The Duke will also not divorce me easily because he is afraid that he will lose even a little and then I will stay here and die.”
“……..”
"So I lied that the child was not from my husband and that I had cheated on him with someone else.
If he were a normal person, he would want a divorce."
I quickly looked at Sardin and continued.
“And when I thought of someone who supported the lie, I thought of you.
I thought my husband would believe in the extramarital affair because you were my subordinate.”
“This is ridiculous!
I am a humble slave, how dare I...”
I approached Sardin and grabbed his chin.
"Yes, you are my slave.
A loyal slave with a pretty face and does everything I say.
It doesn't matter if it's a night job, right?"
Perhaps he was in shock, as I saw trembling gray eyes and a stiff, wrinkled face.
This is understandable.
No matter how much I was his owner, he would never be happy to think of himself as a person like that.
'Of course I won't do this'
I had a conscience, so I did not intend to use my future benefactor, Sardin, for this purpose.
But that's how much sardines I need.
“Sardin, I am not urging you to follow the order merely out of loyalty.”
I have therefore mentioned the conditions from which Sardin might suffer.
“If the divorce goes through, I'll let you go and get a fresh start.”
In fact, I thought I would do this one day.
It was Sardin who saved my life before going back in time, and I could use that kind of kindness towards him who was struggling to support me.
However, I was so desperate that I convinced the slave to point out what I was going to offer him.
“Of course I will give you a lot of compensation, I mean...”
It wasn't even before I finished speaking.
Sardine stared at me with determined eyes.
“I will”
I did not expect Sardine to refuse, but I did not mean to prevent or force him.
However, he made me feel comfortable that he accepted this so easily.
'Okay, now if I talk to my husband again....'
Then Sardin added significantly,
“However, I will tell you the compensation later.”
Then I nodded and opened my mouth.
“I will listen to what I can do.”
I was tempted by Sardine at best, but I couldn't even see Eric's nose because he had been busy for a few days.
Well, he didn't treat me like a non-existent person while working for a day or two.
Tired of staying at home for a few days, I got ready to go out for the first time in a while.
I'll go shopping and watch a show to refresh myself.
That was when I dressed like that and left the room in a good mood...
I saw Randon, the butler talking to someone in the distance.
“Yes, when the master returns, I will convey Young Miss Arjin’s will to him.”
He obviously saw me walking out, but he turned a blind eye.
As if I was a pain in the head that he wanted to get out of his sight.
It was also a familiar look that I saw when I married the Duke.
The Emperor's daughter is unrecognizable as a duchess, who was not on good terms with Duke Brant, and a woman like me, rejected by her husband.
At first, I didn't want to lose either, so I tried to catch them by pressing hard on the servants when they made mistakes.
But what came back was the harsh warning from my mother-in-law.
She didn't want to get divorced, she wanted to remain his wife.
So for some time now, I couldn't complain and just stayed silent, and it became routine to be ignored.
Well, there is nothing to worry about it is not something that lasted a day or two.
So I took Sardine in the carriage.
Eric personally visited the Information Syndicate to investigate Damian's identity.
However, Damien, who has a connection to Cornelia, cannot be found.
However, it is too early to relax.
There may be an error in the information.
Like itinerant poets and musicians.
Unlike armed mercenaries, such people the Guild is not particularly interested in collecting information about them.
Eric, remembering Haight's report, clenched his fists tightly.
'No way, that proud woman...'
After a while, Eric returned home and furrowed his eyebrows without realizing it.
Why can't I see that cart?
There was no white carriage with the coat of arms of the Duchy of Brant, or the exclusive carriage in which Cornelia used to go out.