Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

It was rather good to be unaware of it. It wouldn’t be bad at all to keep that smile on her face. As Molitia disappeared from the study, Raven began to stand up from his seat. A bunch of papers that fluttered in his hands had long been finished.

“Gilbert, let me know if you feel like my wife is overworking herself while watching over her. And prepare some warm water in the bathtub—to relieve some fatigue.”

“Yes, sir.”

The butler, who had been following him all this while, immediately turned away. As he was left alone, Raven then headed to her bedroom.

Now, it had become quite awkward since he was the only one in her bedroom. The bedroom, which had now combined the lives of those two, contained various sorts of elements.

Along with Molitia’s items that seemed to be incorporated of cute things, Raven’s feelings that were sincerely fond of neat things had become rather mixed. At a first glance, it appeared to be unnatural, but then again, it seemed pretty good altogether.

The hearth, which was still wet, had already been patched up. She would definitely be reading on that neatly arranged bedside table as the two books and her favourite shawl had been laid out on the chair.

Raven put his papers on the table and looked around the bedroom. He had been using it every day, but this was his first time to look at it ever so closely.

Her touches were all over the bedroom as he looked at it attentively. Among those things, she had also displayed some items which he had brought from the County itself.

Most of the things that she brought along were books or some other old things. The burnt items were still prim, but the span of years couldn’t be completely concealed. Some of her elegant and neatly written notes were also apparent to the eyes.

Moreover, most of the new items were all either bought by him or received as gifts. If anyone were to see this, they would say that she was being frugal, but Raven on the other hand, had known the situation enough to think differently.

Recently, the Count of Clemence had remained rather quiet. He didn’t know if his threat had worked, but considering the Count’s own nature, it was clear that this sort of situation wouldn’t last that long.

Raven was aware of the facts that he really couldn’t bear to tell Molitia. His reputation came from the subdued things that he had been doing behind her back—with a smile plastered on his face.

It was not just a couple of times that he had swindled people right out of their minds. As those kinds of events continued, he had even boldly thought of robbing the treasury itself.

Raven glanced at the documents in his hand. That case was also one of those. It was just a story on the side, but the one who was at the end of the string, was ultimately in contact with Count Clemence himself.

The Count of Clemence would definitely face an astronomical number of fines within the next year if he had gotten his hands on solid evidence.

‘He’s been going back and forth with Marquis Werner lately.’

Raven had known of Marquis Werner rather well. A man with an honest disposition. He was also a man who hadn’t lost even a shred of aristocratic dignity—down to his very bone.

However, Raven had heard that his only son was quite a trouble. There were events that had been publicly exposed since they were literally impossible to conceal. There were also more incidents that had led the Marquis to cover them up all because he was absolutely embarrassed about them.

For that reason, the Marquis had accumulated quite a number of debts in secret. So far, it had been hidden under the name of the Marquis, but as the amount increased, the limit would soon be divulged.

And they were going to tie the knot with someone from a family like that. The trick which he had seen through was too obvious. Again, it was clear as day to see that regardless of the child’s well-being, they were more engrossed in trying to gain benefits.

‘But it’s none of my business.”

What the Count was trying to do would not happen and Molitia would still continue to be by his side. He felt sorry for Young Lady Clemence for her marriage, but a slight ever feeling of sympathy was all there was.

There was absolutely no mercy for those who had bullied Molitia.