# Chapter 50
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Episode 50
"Uh, how long have you been waiting?"
"I just arrived."
Anita, who was looking at his back from afar, hurriedly followed suit.
"It's not that far from the room..."
"It's dark, even though it's not far away."
"The attendant would have turned on the lights while directing the way."
Lancelot stopped walking and looked at her.
Only then did Anita think: Oops.
The problem is that he was so happy because people waited for him that he talked for a long time.
Didn't it feel like someone was scolding something useless?
Lancelot spoke with an expression of discomfort.
"Yes, that's perfect.
There is no person in this castle as perfect as the servant.
"So should I go back like this?"
"no!
I'm just sorry...
Sorry.
And thank you.
"If anyone hears this, they'll think you owe me a huge debt."
Lancelot continued walking and asked her.
"What conversation are you so excited about?"
What did you talk about?
There were too many different conversations to list them all.
Then Anita brought up the last topic.
"huh.
In fact, I had made several plans to meet noble ladies at the castle, but after meeting Georges today, I postponed all my plans.
I decided to visit Madame Milena's salon in Chavalon.
“I heard stories in advance about the people I would meet there.”
"Various plans?
"What kind of evil trick are you trying to fool people with?"
Anita, who was shocked by the explicit expression, glared at Lancelot.
Very silent.
"You mean evil?
Just a little...
"Why don't you make this personal?"
"Of course it is possible, Duchess Edenbahir, who is extremely reserved."
"It wasn't a weird plan.
Just...
Because nothing is more important than first impressions.
"I was trying to pay more attention to that."
“The first impression was that you cared so much about being sued?
"It's logical."
Anita closed her lips tightly.
As they didn't say anything to express their discomfort, the atmosphere between them became as silent as the air of Wangseong late at night.
But something was a little off.
If I had walked here, I would have reached the room, but the passage continued on and on.
A shiver ran down my spine.
'no chance...
'Are you possessed by a ghost?'
Otherwise, the night trip wouldn't feel like a maze.
For a moment, goosebumps appeared on my arms.
Anita stood close to Lancelot and gently grabbed his half-rolled sleeve with one hand.
The only reassuring thing was that Lancelot was extremely calm.
Lancelo, you are always calm wherever you are.
"dark.
"It looks like a ghost or something."
Lancelot looked at Anita's face and asked calmly.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"So are you happy?
"If there's one person I'd most like to meet in my life, it would be a ghost."
"That didn't work.
At the residence of the Duke of Edenbahir, after midnight, the ghosts of the ancestors roam the mansion...
."
"S-stop!
I didn't hear anything.
Don't say anything.
Just stay like this...
."
Goosebumps appeared on my shoulders again, but my heartbeat calmed down exactly the opposite.
I can count on one hand the number of days I had such a useless conversation with him.
Lancelot didn't like noise, so whenever I talked to him, I always ended up hearing something.
After realizing that Lancelot's sensitivity was due to an innate illness, I was more careful and said nothing.
After 'that day', when he encountered mysterious golden eyes, Lancelot's sensitivity had visibly decreased...
Because I don't know when that will happen again.
When I suddenly came to my senses, they were standing at the entrance of a huge hall, instead of in a passage.
'...Oh, I don't think I was possessed by a ghost.
For starters, it wasn't the way back to the room.
thank God.
While she was relieved, Lancelot went to the window and carefully closed the curtains.
Mumble.
Only one window was exposed, and the silver river that decorated the night sky fell to the floor of the hall.
It can be so bright with just moonlight.
Only after the hidden view of the hall was revealed did Anita know where this place was.
It was a ballroom.
Anita stared at Lancelot in a state of uncertainty, no, no matter how much she thought about it, there was no choice but to be sure.
"...Are you going to dance here now, by any chance?
He placed the flashlight he was holding on the window sill.
The soft golden waves drawn by the swaying sails and the silver river left by the moon became a Milky Way and colored the ballroom.
Lancelot slowly looked at her.
"Because I ended up not being able to dance at your debutante."
oh.
"but...
."
"There's no rule that says you can't dance in the castle."
As if Anita's concerns were obvious, Lancelot gently comforted her.
"Do you want to refuse?"
Honestly, I'm scared.
This was the royal castle, not the residence of the Duke of Edenbahir.
Even though there's no rule against secretly dancing in the palace late at night, you never know if someone might spy on the two of you.
What Anita feared was that her name would be ridiculed by people.
I don't want it to be Lancelo's fault.
Even if he doesn't care, she...
.
"You always have a caring eye whenever you do things like this.
Do whatever is comfortable.
"Even if you refuse, I intend to stick with you like a leech and ask until my wife gives you permission."
But Anita could not refuse Lancelot's dance request.
He held the hand of the gentleman who held it out to him.
The couple were dressed in inappropriate clothing for dancing in such a pleasant place.
The wife's makeup and hair were a little disheveled due to the tiredness of the half-day journey, and the husband's clothes were wrinkled to the hem due to the constant activity.
Even so, the two danced.
Anita felt that every space she entered with him was like a dream floating in the clouds.
The temperature around his waist perfectly matched the speed of his heart.
When dancing, it is polite not to take your eyes off each other.
It was the first time in so long that she had the opportunity to look at Lancelot's face so closely.
Dark, well-groomed eyebrows and delicate eyes that look like they've been painted with paint.
The contour of her face was solid and clear enough to cast dark shadows here and there, but all the lines came together to create elegant curves.
The green eyes bathed in moonlight were so fine and beautiful that it was difficult to believe they belonged to a man, but the straight bridge of the nose and firm lips neutralized the impression of fragility, creating a more masculine charm.
That was Lancelot's face.
The more you look at it, the more fascinating it becomes, and the more you explore it, the more it excites you.
It didn't matter if all these feelings were born from Anita's pure love.
Even if Lancelot had no face, Anita would end up falling in love with him.
'If it weren't for him, I...
.'
Anita Wöröni grew up cowardly and would not dare track her father's whereabouts.
"I think it was a good thing I married you, Lancelot."
"...
...
."
"of course...
My father's disappearance is an extremely terrible reality for me.
"Without you it would have been difficult to meet Georges Fager and I would not have been able to receive my debutante in such a wonderful place."
Lancelot's silence is an affirmation.
I was glad he didn't respond.
Even though it wasn't a love confession, it was still a rather embarrassing confession.
At some point, their dance ended.
Would I have felt so much happiness even if I had danced for the first time in front of so many nobles?
I don't know.
"...thank you."
I left a small thank you and walked to the window as if I was running away.
She held the lantern in the name of Lancelot.
But even after the dance ended, he was still standing right in the center of the ballroom.
"Why are you standing there like that?"
Even after waiting for a while, he didn't appear, so I took the fire and approached him.
I jokingly asked him, who was just looking at me silently.
"Were we having a snowball fight without my knowledge?"
Lancelot's lips, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened.
"I just like seeing your face now."
"How does my face look now?"
"A face that falls in love with me."
At that moment, it felt like all the blood was running out of my toes.
Thud, thud.
My heart is racing.
With a not pleasant sound.
[Don't get your hopes up, Anita Wöröny.]
[I don't feel love for you.
It has been like this until now and will continue to be like this.]
know.
I know.
I know this very well.
It's so obvious that you don't love me...
.
"I am."
Anita swallowed the saliva that stuck to her tongue like wax.
And he smiled without any hesitation.
"Now I'm Anita Edenbahir, not Anita Wöröny.
"I'm your wife, so I can at least show that I'm in love with my husband."