# Chapter 31
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Episode 31
My heart no longer feels tight.
It was when I slowly woke up from a deep sleep that I had this thought.
No chest tightness, no headache and, above all...
.
'It was a very vivid dream.'
Furthermore, this dream was a memory from about two years after meeting Lancelot and Claunia.
Anita closed her eyes and thought blankly.
'Twins.
When we talked about this matter, Lancelot made a particularly disapproving expression.
At the time, I thought he was a little more nervous.
[Don't leave everything from the Edenbahir family to you.
I have just one request.
Don't forget the death of your mother and brother.]
Is it because the will of the former Duke of Edenbahir was made public?
The expression that Lancelo showed that day did not easily disappear from my mind.
'The dead younger brother may have been Lancelot's twin...
.'
In that case, it was understandable that he didn't say anything about his brother.
I can't ask any more questions.
After making this promise, Anita belatedly remembered how she ended up lying down and touched her forehead.
"one.
There was no hole. thank God."
Apparently a magician fired a gun.
Why am I fine?
"Maybe it's somewhere else...
."
I was anxious.
Anita struggled to get up and checked various parts of her body.
There are no bandages and no visible holes.
His body was fine.
There's no way to add "with intact limbs" next to "duchess of unknown origin."
"Ah.
Thank God."
"what."
Anita almost threw a tantrum and fell out of bed.
Lancelot was sitting in a chair next to the bed.
It seemed like it had been in place for a while, and the neatness of the clothes, which had always been like swords, was loose and boundless.
"Uh, how long have you been there?"
Instead of responding, Lancelot let out a long sigh.
His breathing sounded like a sigh due to his rather tired appearance.
He looked at her face and opened his mouth with a deep voice.
"It's been two days."
"Two days?"
"You're awake."
"what?
"Have you been sleeping for so long?"
"OK.
"I know this because I tore and burned the wedding dress that left my wife struggling to breathe."
my wife
I couldn't hear if the wedding dress was torn or burned.
Anita forgot to breathe when she heard the worrying title of wife.
That's right, him and me.
'I got married.'
Lancelot gave me his silver sword.
Your soul has become mine.
Even if it's just for a moment.
Anita pretended nothing had happened and changed the subject.
"What about Aunt Matilda?"
"I'm fine.
More than you.
"Take care of yourself while taking care of others."
"what...that man?"
A magician disguised as an acolyte.
Lancelot's eyes narrowed.
"The killer made a mistake.
We are planning to strengthen your protection for now.
Avoid going out as much as possible and always stay with me."
"huh."
You lost.
Somehow it's not surprising.
In fact, I've noticed this since I was healthy.
It was very likely that the wizard had escaped by threatening her as a hostage when she was unconscious.
Only then would he have been able to escape with his life.
Although I was surprised that he escaped without killing me even though I was shooting him with a sniper shot.
"Still, I'm glad no one got hurt."
Anita sighed in relief and coughed awkwardly.
"Hey, Lancelot.
I'm sweating a lot and I want to wash myself...
."
"Wash it."
"huh.
"I should do that too."
Contrary to what he said, Lancelot remained motionless in the chair.
To wash?
"don't... leave?"
"Are you going?
"This is my room, Anita Wöröny."
what.
When I looked around the room in confusion, I saw that it was definitely not her room.
'I stayed in Lancelot's room for two days...
.'
Anita, whose face turned red, hurriedly tried to get out of bed.
"Oh!
Sorry, I'm leaving now...
."
"And it's your room too."
Anita's legs, which were about to stand up, became stiff.
“From now on, our room will be this room.
Just know that we will live, wash, suffer and sleep here together.”
together.
Why?
Anita reflexively opened her mouth at that expression.
"but...
"You're going to get divorced."
Lancelot looked at her blankly and stated calmly.
"OK."
oh!
Why do I say this?
Anita immediately felt pain and regretted it.
Did you want the answer to be, "Still, we're a couple, so should we stay together?" No, it seemed clear that this was what I wanted, so I couldn't help but regret it.
"For the public, I will stay in one room, but my place to sleep is in the next room, so don't worry.
"I won't touch you in the middle of the night."
Next door, next door...
.
[Place an extra bedroom on each side of the couple's bedroom.
[To make it easier to move around every night.]
[As this is a consensual marriage, please be sure to clearly separate individual rooms.
This way, each person will be able to take over the government with peace of mind.]
I remembered Madame Milena's voice talking about the government.
Lover, that is, lover and true lover.
'It's a problem you'll have to face after you get married.'
Lancelot's lover.
It was a difficult existence to imagine, but he was also a man.
Since their relationship was bound by marriage contract, it was natural for them to tolerate each other's mistresses.
There will be fewer repercussions if you prepare in advance than if you find out later and are shocked.
That's why Anita gathered her courage and decided to make a proposal.
"I think it would be better to stay in a room a little further away."
Lancelot furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought this could be a way for us to respect each other more."
Lancelot closed his mouth.
Cold eyes look only at Anita.
The eyes searching and examining each face looked like a predator with its prey in front of it.
A look that makes you wonder where and how to start.
It was clear he was forcing an answer he didn't want to give.
"...Sure.
If you want."
Did he find her suggestion presumptuous?
Even though I knew he wasn't the kind of person who would do that, I still noticed.
Because I didn't want to be hated by Lancelot.
"thanks."
"How are you feeling?"
The voice seemed colder than before, so Anita quickly responded.
"Since you're hungry, it doesn't seem like a problem.
"It's very healthy."
"In that case, we can move to Hicksen after we move as planned."
“For Hicksen? why?
...oh."
I have to have an audience with the king for the title succession ceremony.
From the moment he is recognized by the king, Lancelot officially inherits the duchy and becomes the new head of the Edenbahir family.
There are few nobles who receive a title succession ceremony directly from the king.
This meant that Lancelot was of noble blood.
It is said that the succession ceremony for Lancelot's title is just four days away from the Queen's birthday, so more nobles than usual will come to celebrate.
"When I returned from the royal capital...
"You will officially become the Duchess of Edenbahir."
Lancelot, who was sitting leaning on a chair, slowly stood up.
He lifted the white cloth covering the chair and covered Anita's bare shoulders.
Only then did Anita realize that she was wearing a light slip.
However, I didn't have time to cover my upper body in a hurry.
That's why the feel of the hard, skeletal palm through the fabric made the back of my neck tingle.
"I have no intention of stopping your freedom, since I was the one who dragged you.
Do whatever you want.
The honor, the wealth and the people of this family.
You can use them all. but...
."
At the end of an angry whisper, bright green eyes alerted.
"As long as you have the title of Duchess of Edenbahir, do not forget that you are my wife."
The cold hand moved away.
Lancelot left the room with steps without the slightest trace of regret.
Anita's eyes never left the door, even after her back disappeared.
It was just pathetic.
I myself felt a slight ecstasy upon hearing the statement: "My girl." Very.