I Proposed to My Childhood Friend After Regressing - Chapter 58

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After Regressing, I Proposed to My Childhood Friend
Chapter 58
“Mm…….”
When Beatrice woke, the sun had already tilted toward the western horizon.
As she rubbed her eyes and surveyed the room bathed in crimson light, she caught sight of Clyde curled up at the foot of her bed, fast asleep, and let out a quiet laugh.
“Seriously, his own room is right nearby—why is he sleeping like this?”
Perhaps, much like how she’d fallen asleep with cucumbers on her face, he’d simply dozed off while keeping track of time.
Even though every healer had insisted there was nothing wrong with him, it hadn’t been long since he’d gotten out of bed.
And right after, he’d spent his time running around with the Crown Prince, tying up loose ends.
‘He was keeping up appearances, but he must have been exhausted too.’
Beatrice loosely arranged her disheveled hair, then climbed down from the sofa and crouched in front of Clyde.
The space was cramped; one knee bent at an awkward angle, his arms folded tight, his neck twisted—she tilted her head slightly at the sight of him.
“He really does sleep well…. Doesn’t his neck hurt? Should I just wake him up?”
As she turned her head to check the time, the curled-up Clyde shifted slightly with a deep breath.
His face was fully exposed between the tousled strands of his hair, defenseless in sleep.
The way he managed to look like a fashion model even in such an ungraceful position made Beatrice’s eyes narrow.
“…… Tch, seeing him like this is kind of irritating.”
How could he possibly have not a single embarrassing thing about him?
‘Honestly, this jealousy is ridiculous even by my standards.’
What was the point of his sleeping position being dignified? It would be more practical to envy Clyde’s muscles or his tall height instead.
‘At least that would make daily life easier.’
As a restless feeling crept in, Beatrice rose from her seat and was about to approach the table for a drink when—
A Letter Envelope that had fluttered off the desk caught her eye.
‘What’s this? There wasn’t a letter here earlier. Did I get it while I was sleeping?’
Wondering if it was important, Beatrice reached to place it back on the desk, then hesitated.
The sender written on the envelope was none other than Alec Edvain Crawford.
She blinked in surprise at a letter from this unexpected person, letting out a small exclamation.
“Ah. Right. The Grand Duke left without being able to say goodbye to Clyde?”
Grand Duke Alec had departed the Marquis Territory right after the Emergency Alert from the Monster Attack had been lifted.
The decision seemed rather sudden, and everyone had been taken aback, but the Grand Duke’s reasoning had made sense. His decision to leave was simple.
‘There’s no need for multiple leaders in the current situation. Besides, even the other problems that had worried the Marquis have come to an end thanks to Miss Kruger and Lord Dalton.’
‘His meaning was…….’
‘Should you remain here, Your Highness, I would resume carrying out the King’s orders. I have remained due to the critical state of the Marquis Territory, but my true duty has always been to observe and support the Border region.’
When everyone in the conference room had fallen silent at his unexpectedly firm position, he added one last thing.
That it was a shame he couldn’t see the moment Clyde opened his eyes.
“And now he’s even sent a letter…… It seems Clyde weighed quite heavily on his mind.”
Thinking of the Grand Duke, who had treated Clyde directly, Beatrice pulled the paper slightly from the envelope.
‘It’s proper not to read other people’s letters, but am I “other people”? I’m his wife, aren’t I?’
Besides, the envelope was already open—it looked like Clyde had already read it once.
Without hesitation, Beatrice unfolded the letter and began to read the fluid handwriting slowly.
Most of the content expressed his joy at hearing that Clyde had regained consciousness, and proposed they meet in the Capital after Clyde completed the task assigned by the King.
Together with Valois!
Even after reading it with her own eyes, Beatrice could scarcely believe it. She rubbed her eyes and read the passage again.
[……After I complete the task assigned by the King and return to the Capital, I plan to invite Lord Dalton and his wife to the Grand Duke’s Residence.
With the situation in the Marquis Territory being so urgent, I’d forgotten about it, but thinking back, my daughter caused considerable trouble not only to my nephew Crowell but to you two as well.
I’d like to give her the opportunity to apologize in person.
Ah, if you’re worried she might cause a scene again, you can put your mind at ease. This time, I’ll be there from the start.]
‘……Ugh.’
Just thinking of that awkward meal made her stomach churn.
‘Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell whether I’m eating with my nose or my mouth….’
Beatrice sighed softly and slipped the letter back into the envelope.
‘No matter how difficult or unpleasant the person is to face, I can’t refuse a dinner invitation from the Grand Duke himself.’
At this point, it seemed wise to scrape the bottom of that meal clean and thoroughly enjoy it.
‘The Grand Duke has moved out of my watchlist, so I should focus on pressing Valois hard. For instance, about the identity of “that person” mentioned at the Storage, or whether the Princess made some kind of proposal.’
Having a one-on-one conversation with Valois would normally require serious mental preparation, but this time, not being alone, it might be manageable.
As Beatrice was thinking this, a rustling sound came from the sofa, followed by a drowsy voice.
“…… What, when did you wake up? You looked tired—you should sleep more.”
“If I sleep any longer, I can’t even use ‘nap’ as an excuse anymore. It’s already evening.”
“Is it?”
To him, looking as if he couldn’t care less, Beatrice waved the Letter Envelope.
“I read the letter. The Grand Duke invited you to dinner?”
“Right. I thought he was like parents making their kids who fought at the Academy make up.”
At Clyde’s blunt observation, Beatrice burst out laughing.
“Ha, it really is funny…… but come on. The Grand Duke really did his absolute best treating you. I saw him grip the healer and silently radiate anger—it was actually quite impressive.”
“He was that intense?”
Instead of answering, Beatrice nodded enthusiastically.
For a moment, Clyde’s expression clouded with confusion, but it didn’t last long.
Just as he was about to ask something, his lips parting, a light knock sounded on the door.
“Yes! Come in!”
As Beatrice answered, the door opened. The person who entered was Crowell, the Crown Prince, whom they hadn’t seen much of lately due to his busy schedule.
“Good timing. You two were together.”
“Is there something you need?”
“Well…… there is and there isn’t, I suppose.”
Looking as though he’d just returned from an outing, he strode into the room.
He drained the water Beatrice had poured in one gulp, then opened his mouth to address them both.
“Word has arrived from the Capital. There’s good news and surprising news—which would you like to hear first?”
“Um…… the good news?”
“The good news is that the King has evaluated the events that occurred in the Marquis Territory quite highly. In particular, Beatrice, the ‘Lumen Root Erosion’ you discovered turned out to be spreading quietly throughout the Empire.”
“Ah…….”
“The King has agreed that research into Healing Magic is necessary now that he understands ‘Lumen Root Erosion’ is deeply connected to divine power, and he intends to hold a banquet to honor those who suffered in the Marquis Territory.”
“Wow.”
“And the surprising news is…….”
Crowell paused there. Looking troubled about how to interpret this, he spoke again.
“Princess Elodie—my one and only half-sister—is getting married.”

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