Promise Me a Life With Three Meals and a Nap, Duke

The Beginning of a Minimum Standard of Living

All right, let’s kill him――……

On the seventh day of my marriage, the dark circles under my eyes disappeared.

My dark circles had become dead animals instead, so I was determined to carry this out.

Yes, kill him and all will be well.

It isn’t that difficult.

All I have to do is make it look like an accident and push him down.

The only problem was that the man had terrifying intuition and was well-trained, so he could easily see through my shallow thinking.

But, no worries!

In this world, there were countless people who belonged behind the scenes.

Yes, so it would work out.

After all, once he was dead, I would inherit his entire fortune, and as for the succession issue, there was his own father ・・・・ who was still striving to be on active duty.

There was no need to ask; a kid or two would arrive in no time!

That way, I could say goodbye to this three-meal soup lifestyle, and say goodbye to eating what I believed was livestock feed.

One man’s sacrifice was my happiness!

What a wonderful world it would be…

The more I thought about it, the worse I got in the past seven days.

I’ve been going through a rough time.

This was what happened when you were fed three meals a day of disgusting, cattle-feed food for seven days straight!

Well, six days and one meal, to be exact.

Now, the reason why I was in this situation was because of that man, of course.

Yep. It was because of my marriage partner and husband, Duke Claude of Lindbeld, who had now risen to the number two man I wanted to kill the most.

To have made me make up my mind to this extent in just seven days; as expected, he was a powerful man.

What had happened was that seven days ago, he had been forced by force majeure to pick a fight with an authority figure.

That was what my husband had said.

He said that I was going to get into some trouble.

I’ve heard that, too.

But who would have thought that it wasn’t an external factor?

Why didn’t he warn me that the enemy was lurking inside?

The answer was simple.

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Because he knew that if I had found out that the enemy was hiding inside, I would have shied away from marriage.

As expected of a duke who was at the top of the aristocracy’s power chart.

Even though he was young, he was exceedingly capable.

He knew the art of bargaining.

Anyway, the person who shouldn’t have been my enemy was now my enemy.

He had absolute power over the personnel affairs of the household, and of course, he had the right to appoint the maids to be assigned to me.

The maids who had been sent to me were already, clear as day, unmotivated.

To start with, they did nothing.

To be more specific, they didn’t prepare the bathroom when I woke up, nor did they help me get ready.

Neither did they clean the room nor do the laundry.

I didn’t mind that they didn’t clean, but the laundry was a problem.

I wasn’t about to wear the same underwear I wore all day long the next day.

Although I was treated coldly even in the Count’s family, the maids at least served me that much.

Of course, it was because the steward, who had substantial power, was on my side.

Consequently, I had to secretly wash my clothes together in the laundry room used by the servants.

The reason why I was able to do the work that servants do here was because I was taught by the steward who was worried about my current status with the Count of Verdigo’s family.

He hoped that I could survive even if I were banished to the streets.

I never imagined that it would come in handy at this time, though.

What was so sad about marrying into a dukedom and playing the role of a servant?

I didn’t mean to make fun of the servants’ work. I knew it was hard work, washing clothes in cold water in the winter, plus it was rough on the hands.

But, know what? I’d rather sleep than do something like this now.

And, sadly, because of my appearance, I was never discovered.

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The servants didn’t work in places where people could see them, so they didn’t know what I looked like.

I didn’t know why I should say this, but all the maidservants in the mansion were so beautiful that I thought they were chosen for their faces.

Of course, everyone was aware of  it, so they looked at me with pity.

Thanks to them, they took pity on me and pampered me.

They were all good people.

Unlike the maid-sama in power.

And the most insufferable thing was the food.

The morning and afternoon of the first day were very opulent, probably because my husband was present.

The food was finger-licking.

So you would have expected dinner to be heavenly, right?

But the moment my husband suddenly headed off to work, everything changed with a bang.

There was a real bang! That was what it sounded like.

I was surprised.

The excuse was also amazing.

The waiter messed up, so that was all they could serve.

The food served was so poor that I thought it was for livestock.

It was a bowl of porridge made of grains with high nutritional value.

Let me tell you. Even the Count’s family didn’t serve food that bad.

At the very least, they served a piece of bread.

But I was in a stranger’s house, and I didn’t want to complain when I didn’t know the detailed policy yet, so I persevered and sipped it.

I thought, although it looked like that, it might actually be tasty, until I took a sip.

It was only seasoned with a minimum of salt.

I knew it.

The grain was developed for livestock, but it could also be eaten by humans. It was highly nutritious, so if you could put up with it, you could survive on it.

However, if I saw someone living on it, I would suspect he was suffering from a taste disorder.

You couldn’t even eat something like it in the slums, so you’d probably think that you were lucky to be served a meal, but not this one.

I realized this the moment I saw the waiter behind me with an nasty smirk.

I knew who had done this to me.

And the suffering that awaited me in the future.

And so, I really started my minimum standard of living…with three meals and a nap.