Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

At that time, the Imperial Palace.

“How boring.”

Glenn frowned upon hearing the commotion.

Matthew’s death was expected, but for Silvia to act so impulsively.

If it weren’t for the trade goods, he would have disposed of her long ago.

“She can’t even play the role of a rook despite me setting up the board for her.”

Pawn, knight, bishop, rook, queen.

He had treated her as one of the higher pieces among the chess pieces excluding the king, yet she couldn’t even recover her betting value.

“Didn’t it end too anticlimactically.”

If she was going to fight anyway, she should have openly exposed identities and dragged them to hell.

Instead, Silvia ended up self-destructing.

“The piece I thought was a knight turned out to be a rook, and the piece I considered a rook turned out to be a knight.”

Glenn, whose mood had soured, filled his glass to the brim with alcohol.

“She’s difficult to handle both before and after losing her memory.”

If only she had acted like a puppet, it would have been worthwhile to keep her around.

Unfortunately, Evelyn held her weakness in her grasp.

As forgotten memories resurfaced, Glenn tightened his grip.

Crack! The glass in Glenn’s hand shattered mercilessly.

The alcohol that had been in the glass sloshed and spilled out.

“Your Majesty, please calm yourself. At least the North and Count Heteus’s family cannot move rashly.”

“That’s true.”

Thanks to Casian covering Evelyn’s eyes, they couldn’t dream of rebellion. He had threatened to take Evelyn’s life if necessary.

“Should I be grateful that the wench I can’t leave alone still has some use.”

Just as he was muttering savagely while wiping blood with a handkerchief, the head servant urged Glenn to move.

“It’s time to go.”

As he handed over the robe and informed him of the schedule, Glenn belatedly remembered there was a meeting.

“Let’s go.”

Glenn, who had thrown away the blood-stained handkerchief, moved personally.

* * *

“Have you arrived, Your Majesty.”

When Glenn arrived wearing a robe, the people in the secret room all paid their respects in unison.

“The goods?”

“They’re here.”

The subordinates who brought the heavy box opened it.

Grains that emitted an intense light rivaling gold coins were piled up like a mountain.

“How much stock remains?”

“Half.”

“Half…”

Would this be enough to erase his disgrace?

Ideally, he wished no one knew about his past.

“Isn’t there a way to bring more in faster?”

“We’re actively importing through Sivaben, but there are limits.”

“His Majesty the King is opening trade routes as much as possible, so please understand!”

They were steadily importing grain while avoiding the nobles’ eyes, but there were limits.

They couldn’t increase the quantity, so please wait. That was their meaning.

“I see. Please do your best.”

Though impatience consumed him, Glenn forced himself to summon patience.

Although Silvia was confined in the Hetis Duchy, exchanges continued.

Glenn, who had wanted to be the perfect emperor from birth, was secretly purchasing poison and creating powerful toxins through experiments.

A deadly poison that would weaken the body and gradually lead to death the more it was exposed to sunlight.

“There will be many variables, but this must be taken to a place no one can touch. Until we begin the operation.”

For the perfect crime, Glenn emphasized caution several times and handed over the antidote along with a money pouch.

“Drink it.”

* * *

“Hold it.”

A firm voice filled the training ground.

Cold steel touched her fingertips.

Evelyn, who was gauging the weight of the blade, sent a puzzled look at her master’s urging.

“Why?”

Casian, who had suddenly dragged Evelyn to the training ground from the morning breeze, abruptly handed her a training sword and announced they would begin training.

“From now on, you need to know how to protect yourself.”

“My husband and the guard knights can protect me.”

It was a naive answer, but noble ladies who enjoyed aristocratic life generally lived like greenhouse flowers under the protection of knights.

Evelyn also found that comfortable.

“That would be nice, but you never know what the future holds.”

Though they were holding firm, it could be breached someday.

Casian, who had secretly dealt with the assassins that attacked the Hetis Duchy, hardened his expression and placed a sword in Evelyn’s hand.

“Spread your feet apart, then extend one foot back.”

Casian demonstrated himself.

After correcting her awkward stance, Casian moved to face her.

“You must not hesitate.”

Casian, who handed her a real sword instead of a wooden one, began the training in earnest with an emotionless voice.

“Hold the sword straight.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. Now I’ll swing my sword.”

Swoosh!

The sharp blade narrowly grazed past Evelyn’s side.

Seeing the deflected sword, Evelyn felt goosebumps rise all over her body, but she couldn’t say anything.

Not because she was scared.

But because of the strange exhilaration she felt.

Her body was itching. As if urging her to swing the sword quickly.

“I’ll try.”

Swish. Evelyn boldly delivered a strike.

When Casian slightly twisted his body, Evelyn, who had been looking for an opening, attacked once more, aiming for his waist.

Despite this being her first sparring session, Evelyn showed increasingly excellent skills.

As Evelyn was swept up in a strange fervor, Casian, who had been casually deflecting her sword, soon hardened his expression and began defending in earnest.

He had intended to go easy, but confirmation was necessary.

Clang!

Clash!

Though she couldn’t compare to Casian, Evelyn displayed excellent technique. As if her body remembered.

Soon, ecstasy filled Evelyn’s face.

It was when Evelyn, with intense gleaming eyes, was attacking rapidly.

The afterimage of the man in the mask surfaced and disturbed her vision.

[You are me. I am you.]

Clang!

With a metallic sound, the sword flew into the air.

As the sword fell to the ground with a loud noise, Casian urgently shouted.

“My lady!”

Evelyn, now empty-handed, blinked with a dazed expression.

“You are me. I am you.”

An inexplicable sensation pierced her mind.

It was unfamiliar yet familiar.

It was such a natural line.

She had definitely seen the man for the first time, so why.

‘Why does he feel like my other half?’

Suddenly, thirst welled up.

A thirst that seemed like it wouldn’t be resolved no matter how much water she drank kept surging.

The man in the mask.

Recalling his clear afterimage, Evelyn suddenly became curious about him.

“Fortunately, you’re not hurt anywhere.”

Meanwhile, Casian examined Evelyn’s body.

As the sparring progressed, familiar sensations rose and he had reflexively pressed her hard.

Each time their swords crossed, strange doubts enveloped him.

Though he had surrounded her body with aura in case of an accident, more precise confirmation was needed.

“You must be quite shocked, so let’s stop here.”

Casian, who had barely regained his reason, came to his senses.

Blaming himself for failing to control his strength and putting Evelyn on the defensive, he led her.

But Evelyn didn’t move.

“Honey.”

Evelyn, who had put strength in her toes, looked down at her held hand, then slowly raised her head.

A strange light swirled in her sparkling blue eyes.

“Yes, my lady.”

Casian, hiding his surging anxiety, suppressed his emotions and answered slowly.

Silence filled the space between them.

Evelyn, who had been staring intently at Casian, pondered for a moment, then revealed her true feelings.

“I think I need to recover my memories after all.”

With a subtly changed tone.

* * *

That evening.

“She has retired to her chambers.”

Sophia, who had checked on Evelyn’s condition, made her report.

Upon hearing the news that there were no problems, Casian thanked her for her hard work and dismissed her.

“If you were going to worry that much, why didn’t you just go see for yourself?”

A grumbling voice came from the side.

It was Hans, who was reviewing whether the final order form matched the delivered goods, meddling in his affairs.

Perhaps not liking the sight of him sending subordinates back and forth, Hans kept grumbling without rest.

Normally, Casian would have scolded him.

Tap. Tap.

But lost in thought, he let Hans’s words go in one ear and out the other while tapping the desk with his fingers as if playing a harpsichord.

‘It was only one meal’s time.’

Yet so many things had happened.

It was already surprising that Evelyn, who had held a sword for the first time, wielded it so gracefully as if she had become one with the blade, but he had seen a certain someone overlapping with her.

“Hans. What was it like when you first held a sword?”

“Of course I trembled. Unlike Your Excellency who swings heavy chunks of metal around effortlessly, for ordinary people, even gripping the handle is difficult.”

That’s right. Even maintaining balance and swinging a sword was something beginners struggled with.

But Evelyn had effortlessly lifted the sword and instinctively swung it as soon as her posture was corrected.

“Come to think of it, Madam’s knife skills were exceptional even when slicing the hamon.”

[No! I can’t entrust something this precious to someone else.]

When the Chef was injured, Evelyn had warned me with chilling eyes not to take the hamon away from her and personally took on the hand carving.

At that time, I felt the spirit of a knight from her, which was strange, but looking back now, it didn’t seem like a coincidence.

“Why are there no calluses?”

“Must be her constitution, I suppose.”

Even if it were constitution, holding a sword would naturally create calluses on one’s hands. Unless one wrapped their body in aura.

At that moment, Casian’s eyes widened at the speculation he had casually thrown out.

“Could it be…”

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