Grand Duke, Please Stop Obsessing Over Your Wife! - Chapter 47

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47.

 

[Tell me again that you can make delicious beer.]

 

[I, I… can make delicious beer.]

 

It was as if following Annelize’s words led to the optimal path.

 

“After making the beer, I just knew the sensation of what the right taste should be. Again, I’ve never even tasted beer before.”

 

Pamine’s words made quite a bit of sense.

 

“Lady Annelize guided me to become the person I wanted to be, even without knowing it myself.”

 

“Is that so? Actually, it’s too abstract to understand all at once. It could just be that you’re capable and things worked out well.”

 

“It’s different!”

 

Pamine shook his head firmly.

 

‘It feels like I’m being convinced by Sir Pamine instead.’

 

“That’s the role of knowing the destination in advance and guiding toward it. I know this well. Because my former master had a similar power… they called it ‘Manifestation.'”

 

He smiled.

 

“All this time, I misunderstood my own ability. I thought it was useless, only capable of withering and killing things. Thanks to Lady Annelize, I was able to change.”

 

“Ooh…”

 

Annelize exclaimed in admiration.

 

“Could it be that Sir Pamine’s intelligence suddenly seeming higher is also because of my ability?”

 

“My intelligence was always high!”

 

Pamine bristled and his face turned red.

 

‘It’s amusing, but the more I hear about it, doesn’t it sound close to brainwashing?’

 

Annelize asked Pamine.

 

“Then why didn’t it work on cement?”

 

“Huh? You tried using your ability on cement?”

 

“I was tired of waiting for the bricks to harden, so I tried to see if I could brainwash it like a plant with words, but it didn’t work as expected.”

 

[Listen well. You’re a sturdy cement that can properly harden even in sub-zero weather. Do your job properly.]

 

[…]

 

‘I wanted to make heavenly bricks that were unaffected by temperature changes, hard yet flexible, and durable.’

 

Even after giving it a customized scolding, the hardening cement just remained silent.

 

‘My attempt to communicate with inanimate objects failed gloriously.’

 

Her ability was useless too.

 

“That’s just stone powder! It’s not alive!”

 

Pamine shouted with an incredulous expression.

 

‘Usually he lives without his brain, but only at times like this does he act like a sensible person.’

 

“You just asked me to scratch your chin earlier, but now you’re acting like it’s strange when I try to communicate with inanimate objects?”

 

“That’s different from this!”

 

* * *

 

Pamine woke up rubbing his eyes at the sound of movement nearby.

 

Annelize was putting beer bottles into a basket. She looked ready to leave at any moment.

 

Sadness washed over Pamine’s heart at the familiar scene.

 

“So… are you leaving now?”

 

Pamine asked hesitantly.

 

Puzzlement crossed Annelize’s expression.

 

“Why do you think I’m leaving?”

 

He fidgeted with his hands and answered in a small voice.

 

“Well, we’re beings usually called monsters… and people don’t like us.”

 

He forced his voice to sound cheerful as he continued.

 

“I’m fine! Please do whatever is comfortable for you, Lady Annelize. You’ll do well wherever you go. I’m rooting for you.”

 

“…”

 

Annelize stared at Pamine with an unreadable expression.

 

After a moment, her hand patted the top of Pamine’s head.

 

“I need to leave early, so I’ll go ahead. You can sleep more. You’ll be dying from a hangover the next day anyway, so you should at least get plenty of sleep.”

 

“Hangover? What’s that?”

 

“Have you ever had your head split open?”

 

“No.”

 

“You’ll find out soon.”

 

The hand stroking the top of his head resembled his former master.

 

Pamine fell back asleep.

 

For the first time in a long while, he had a nostalgic dream he couldn’t remember.

 

* * *

 

The next morning.

 

Annelize woke up with a familiar hangover.

 

Rubbing her throbbing head, she recalled yesterday’s memories.

 

‘I was hoping it was a dream. But reality is too vivid.’

 

She calmly organized the situation she was in.

 

‘It turns out that almost everyone in this manor except me wasn’t human, and to make matters worse, my contract marriage husband and my distant ancestor are enemies, and in the midst of all this, my contract husband’s evil personality might harbor resentment toward me, a descendant of that ancestor.’

 

What would be the most appropriate action in this situation?

 

‘First, considering the worst-case scenario (death). Should I write a will?’

 

【If you’re reading this, I’m probably already dead…】

 

After earnestly writing two or three lines, Annelize threw down her pen without regret.

 

“Forget it. If I die here, there’s no notary to execute my will anyway.”

 

She crumpled up the will and wrote a new letter.

 

The recipient of this letter was Anna Rose.

 

“I think I’m already doomed. At least you survive and raise our family and house. Anna Rose.”

 

-To Anna Rose-

 

Are you doing well? I’m sending you some potions.

 

I’ve enclosed the recipe and ingredients too. Make sure to prepare several so you can use them immediately when needed.

 

High body temperature. Fingertips turning white. Cold sweats. Lips turning blue.

 

Take this when you have three or more of these symptoms.

 

And when you take walks, always look around carefully. Especially at your feet.

 

-From your loving sister, Annelize

 

This potion was an antidote that could treat the Third Prince’s poisoning symptoms.

 

‘Right now, the Third Prince is probably poisoned by the poison the Temple made.’

 

A deadly poison that slowly rots from the inside.

 

‘By the time I discovered the poison’s identity and found a cure, the poison had already spread extensively.’

 

The Third Prince couldn’t properly taste food due to the aftereffects.

 

“At least that won’t happen this time. Thank goodness.”

 

According to the Duke, the Third Prince was heading toward Aldeon Monastery along the Northwest Forest.

 

Now there really wasn’t much time left.

 

‘Anna Rose will meet the Third Prince and safely fall in love.’

 

Or not. They’d have to have a political marriage anyway. The result was the same.

 

Watching the messenger crow fly toward Aldeon carrying the package, Annelize wore a wistful expression.

 

‘My heart feels light.’

 

Now that I’ve whined to my heart’s content, I should go do what needs to be done.

 

When she went out to the lobby, Elli saw her and screamed.

 

“Oh my goodness! My lady! You look so pale! What happened yesterday?”

 

Annelize gave a faint smile.

 

‘I really had a lot happen to me. It’s truly exhausting.’

 

“Nothing happened. Elli. Let’s get going.”

 

Village entrance.

 

“My lady! Please come quickly. Welcome.”

 

Village Chief Alriksen welcomed her warmly.

 

“Here, Village Chief. This is a reward for all the help you’ve given us.”

 

When Annelize presented the basket of beer, Alriksen’s eyes widened in amazement.

 

“Wait, this is— Gasp, is this all beer? How did you get this?”

 

The old man’s cheeks flushed red. He looked happier than she had ever seen Alriksen before.

 

“Sir Pamine, the Duke’s retainer, went to great trouble for this. By the way, I prefer the fruit flavors myself.”

 

She had delivered the courtesy properly too.

 

“Thank you, truly thank you! If you bring Sir Pamine along next time, I’ll treat you both to a grand feast!”

 

Alriksen hugged the basket like treasure, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

 

Watching him blow into a bottle in broad daylight, Annelize smiled contentedly.

 

Late afternoon. There were still several hours left until sunset.

 

‘The lunar eclipse can’t start until the moon rises, so I’ll have to wait a while.’

 

Though she could have attended in the evening, Annelize had deliberately left the manor in the morning.

 

Because she wanted to avoid the Duke.

 

‘Honestly, I don’t know how I’m supposed to face the Duke.’

 

It was fortunate that she had this appointment the very next day.

 

‘It was only a few days ago that I thought I was happy to be married to the Duke. How did things turn out this way?’

 

[That monster is still searching for Lord Annellarion, you know. For revenge.]

 

[That’s right. I’m happy thanks to you. So happy I can’t even remember how I lived before marriage.]

 

Memories of the Frost Monster and the Duke became tangled together in confusion.

 

‘How can those two possibly be the same being?’

 

She stroked the porcelain box containing the camellia flower with her hand, harboring hope.

 

‘Maybe if the camellia blooms today, something will change.’

 

It might be a ridiculous thought, but she could still hold onto hope, couldn’t she?

 

She was strolling through the village, trying to calm her troubled mind.

 

Annelize looked up at the sky and narrowed her eyes.

 

“That’s strange. Was the sky normally this dark at this time?”

 

Today’s sky had an oddly eerie feeling to it.

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