Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“As expected. He’s released his subordinates to search for Evelyn.”

“Count Heteus released his people? Even though he obviously knows it could be a trap?”

“Yes. There are traces showing he’s deployed forces everywhere.”

“That means….”

“He’ll find Evelyn by any means necessary.”

I thought it was a marriage of convenience, but their relationship runs deeper than expected.

It seems we did well to bring Evelyn here, just as Hans said.

“Will you be alright? Count Heteus is vicious. If he finds out you have her.”

“I know that better than anyone, so don’t worry.”

Though he couldn’t see the Count’s true appearance due to the mask and robe, Casian had crossed swords with him several times.

Unlike Casian who learned orthodox swordsmanship, Count Heteus’s sword was incomparably rough.

While Casian had the advantage in strength, the Count was superior in technical skill.

He would exploit Casian’s openings with diverse variations and fluid techniques.

Though it was combat, it felt like a sparring match where he enjoyed the game.

It would have been wonderful if he weren’t an enemy.

It would have been nice to recruit him, but he wouldn’t easily come over.

Regrettably, for the Empire’s stability, Count Heteus had to be captured.

“How is Evelyn’s condition?”

“She’s passed the major crisis. Her recovery speed is fast, otherwise she would have died long ago.”

Though she can move around now, when he first saw her, she was on the brink of death.

She still needs continuous treatment, but at least she’s passed the life-threatening stage.

Matthew, recalling that heart-stopping moment, finished writing the remaining records and handed the parchment to Casian.

Casian’s gaze stopped at one point while examining the medical records.

“Her blood flow is blocked… Does Evelyn have some special ability?”

Blood flow is usually blocked to seal one’s power.

But Casian couldn’t sense any aura or magical energy from Evelyn at all.

She was just a fragile lady.

Whatever the reason, her health had to be restored.

If only to utilize an excellent bait in the right place at the right time.

“Cost doesn’t matter, so restore her somehow.”

* * *

Around the same time.

“My lord, we’ve received a reply from the information broker we commissioned.”

The knight’s voice echoed through the magnificent space.

The person inside let out a contemplative sound, then finally gave permission.

“Let him in.”

As the authoritative voice fell, the door opened.

Mode couldn’t enter the opened door immediately and hesitated.

On orders from the information broker’s Overlord, Mode, a low-level informant, had come alone to the Dark Guild operated by Count Heteus. Mode trembled while clutching the parchment and sent a pleading look to the knight standing guard at the door.

“Do, do I really have to go in?”

“Then who else would go in?”

How dare a wretch like you defy the Count’s orders?

A contemptuous gaze flew at him as if looking at a bug rolling on the street.

Having no choice, Mode forced his trembling legs to move and entered inside.

Befitting a place where Count Heteus spent long hours, the Guildmaster’s Office was a place overflowing with dignity.

Candlesticks embedded with crafted diamonds, a desk made of ebony, neatly arranged high-quality parchments and inks, fountain pens organized by type.

Looking at each item individually, things of immeasurable value were lined up in rows.

“Bring it here.”

The man sitting in the seat of honor smiled kindly and gestured with his hand.

At first glance it was a benevolent smile, but the fear in Mode’s eyes deepened further.

Mode carefully placed the parchment in his hand, then hurriedly stepped back and prostrated himself flat on the floor.

The man’s voice became much lower after checking the commission results.

“Another failure?”

Crunch.

The man who crumpled the parchment rose from his seat and approached Mode.

“You think I gave you 50,000 crowns to bring me such pathetic results?”

“We tried our best! But the results! Ugh!”

“How hard you tried isn’t what matters. Finding my Bell is what matters.”

Bell. It was the pet name for Evelyn, his fiancée.

The man who roughly grabbed Mode’s chin summoned the knight who was outside.

“Take him to the Basement.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Wait, wait! Let me send word to the Overlord one more time!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make that bastard the same way.”

Though pitiful cries were heard, the man firmly locked the door and turned around without regret.

Now alone, the man returned to his seat and opened a drawer.

Click.

Inside was a portrait of Evelyn.

Taking out the portrait, he carefully caressed the frame and muttered quietly.

“Bell, where on earth are you.”

* * *

“My laaady~ How are you today?”

“Do you have a headache or remember anything?”

Rose and Mary, assigned as Evelyn’s personal maids, bombarded her with questions as soon as they saw her.

To the questions that sounded like morning greetings, Evelyn tilted her head slightly and answered as usual.

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“Oh dear, another failure today.”

At the lukewarm response, both their shoulders drooped.

That was understandable since the two had received secret orders.

A few days ago.

“Mary, Rose. You have an important mission.”

The head maid, Sophia, summoned the two with a grave expression.

Bewildered by the sudden call, Mary and Rose swallowed nervously and waited for Sophia’s words.

“What I’m about to assign you is very important work. If you can solve this, not only will you be promoted to full maids, but your pay will increase fivefold.”

“Fi-fivefold?”

“Fivefold means we could live comfortably for two years without working!”

“That’s right. You may refuse. But if you refuse, you’ll have to take this drug and sign a non-disclosure agreement.”

Choose whether to maintain secrecy and earn a fortune, or take the memory-erasing drug and return as you were.

That was the meaning implied in her words.

After much deliberation, Mary and Rose accepted one after another.

“I’ll do it!”

“Me too!”

Whatever it was, if promotion to full maid and fivefold pay were at stake, they had to succeed no matter how difficult.

They had certainly resolved to do so.

“Princess Seldian is currently staying on the 3rd floor of the main building.”

“Pardon?”

“Princess Seldian thinks she’s the Duchess of Heteus.”

“Whaaaat?”

As soon as they signed the contract, shocking news reached them.

“The northern witch is here?”

“The villainess who devastated the south is acting as the mistress?”

They hoped it was false, but Sophia’s stern face showed no signs of softening.

Hearing the whole story was like being hit by a typhoon.

“So, so His Grace and the Princess are acting like a married couple?”

“Oh my, how romantic!”

“Rose! Get a grip! This isn’t a novel. We must thoroughly deceive the Princess to catch Count Heteus!”

“Bu-but it’s wrong to do that to a woman who has a man!”

“…Sometimes in life, you have to do such things for the greater good.”

“Bu-but.”

“What’s most important is the House of Count Heteus. Remember that, Mary! And Rose!”

After giving them a stern warning, Sophia dismissed the two.

Reluctantly becoming Evelyn’s personal maids, the two had been watching Evelyn with sharp eyes ever since.

“Hmm, what’s for dinner today?”

Meanwhile, Evelyn herself was completely carefree.

“My laaady, do you really not remember anything?”

“Really nothing at all?”

They had to report to the head maid daily, but they couldn’t give the same answer every time.

So the two tried to meticulously note even the smallest details to thoroughly analyze the Princess.

At their earnest questions, Evelyn rested her chin on her hand with a thoughtful expression.

Then she answered with a bright face.

“Yeah. Nothing.”

Mary and Rose’s faces, which had been filled with expectation, turned to disappointment.

“I see…”

“Another failure today, I guess.”

As Mary and Rose muttered dejectedly, Evelyn nodded along in agreement.

“Right. It would be nice if I had memories.”

Seeing their disappointed looks made her feel regretful too.

Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to have the possession buff, as the original story wouldn’t come to mind.

‘Should I be grateful that I can read and write?’

As she made an awkward expression and gently scratched her cheek with her finger, the dejected maids’ eyes sparkled and they pulled out parchment as if they couldn’t miss a single moment of her daily life.

“Oh my, she’s scratching her cheek!”

“Write it down quickly!”

At this heartwarming scene, a smile appeared on Evelyn’s lips.

‘I guess Casian really likes me a lot.’

He said he was sorry for not being able to visit often due to his busy schedule, so he must be receiving reports about my daily life through the maids.

Come to think of it, what is Casian doing?

“Where’s my honey?”

“Honey? You mean His Grace the Duke?”

“Really, Mary. Where else would I find a husband other than Casian?”

“Haha, that’s right.”

“But why are you suddenly trembling, Mary?”

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