Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

“Other than that?”

Molitia’s words, which were staggering with her memory, eventually dragged out.

“Well, I met this doctor who had been treating me since I was a child. He just got in time to treat the Marchioness.”

“Treated you? Wasn’t it the Count’s doctor who had been treating you?”

Raven’s eyebrows immediately raised to his first time hearing that. It had already been spread even though it wasn’t really known that since she was young, the Count had been paying off a large sum of money to his doctor for the ailing Molitia.

But it was just a doctor. Maybe he had used his daughter as a mere propaganda, on top of not treating her properly.

Raven’s hand that was holding onto Molitia’s hand secretly was smeared in white from the tip of his hand. The more he knew about it, the more unpleasant and disgusted he had become.

“Not only it didn’t heal at all, even my illness had become so convoluted that I had a specific person in charge of it from the outside. Thanks to his treatment then, I often managed to get through in times of crisis—or death.”

“I guess he wasn’t any good.”

“Don’t say that. It couldn’t be helped since my body was already weak. But I was really glad to see him after such a long time. So, we just greeted each other before separating.”

His eyes fell onto Molitia’s already stopped mouth. His pair of black eyes was gazing through her pinkish-purple eyes.

“And—Molitia?”

Jis eyes knitted together as if he was hoping for something. Having said that, the fingers that had intertwined with each other and their breaths that passed along to one another were getting even closer. Her neat lips were still looking at his own in just a straight line.

Even though she began to get fascinated by his eyes, Molitia regained her senses, albeit barely, before shaking her head.

“There’s nothing else.”

She shouldn’t have him worried. She just wouldn’t want him, who was already busy, to care about such trifles.

“I was in a normal carriage before and now I’m right in front of you. Are you that curious concerning my story that was just about visiting the sick?”

“Yes, I’ve been wondering all about it since I couldn’t see it at all. Where you were and what you did without me—what kind of behavior did you unveil? I always wonder what my wife was doing.”

A string of soft words flowed out of his mouth. Then, a stretched out hand clasped slowly towards the back of her ear.

“I’d like to hear your story instead.”

“I’m sure that my story is just flat. All I can think about is just work—all day long.”

“I haven’t been to the Imperial Palace yet, so anything you tell me will definitely be interesting.”

“Is that so? Then, come over here, my dear wife.”

It was at that moment when Molitia, who became curious at Raven’s words, began to approach a little closer. Her cheeks crimsoned slightly as her legs that should be touching the floor, suddenly dangled in the air.

“Sometimes you forget that I have a pair of feet as well.”

“No way. There’s absolutely no place to spare in every nook and cranny of your body. If I were to kiss you right now, I would’ve planted a kiss right onto your most lovely place.”

“Raven, you’re just so—”

“Would you like me to do it?”

Molitia’s face turned even redder at that gentle urge of his. Molitia then whispered softly in his ear as the servants began clearing out the room with the help of their own wits.

“…do it in the room.”

Deep in the dark night when everyone else was already asleep.

Raven carefully rose from his seat. After kissing his lovely wife on the cheek, he gently covered her up with a blanket before leaving slowly.

When the lights in the study were switched on, Lyndon, who had already been waiting, immediately bowed his head. A pair of eyes that was even darker than pitch black, turned towards him.

“Report to me every single detail of what had happened today.”

Lyndon began to recite Molitia’s activities—word by word. Raven then recalled every detail, including during the time she got on and off the carriage and buying some gifts, all of which had been reported by Lyndon to him.

All except for the fact that they had met Ferdinand Werner.

When the report was finally over, a tap on the table reverberated.

“Did anything else ever happen?”

“There wasn’t.”

“There must have been, though.”

Lyndon had already shut his mouth tightly. At the same time, Raven’s face immediately cracked.

“Are you implying that you won’t answer me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“If someone who was there while being assigned as an escort hid the report himself, he should be the one to replace it with his life then, right?”

“……”