The Marquess's Amnesia

Liliana, smiling happily as she'd never seen it before, struck a bomb in my heart called "It's Sleepy," and fell asleep.

To be perfectly clear, there is a limit to my steel reason. Even steel breaks when it breaks.

There's a lot going on and I seem to forget, but Liliana is in my arms with the button in front of her bedtime cloth unbuttoned, so the two splendid fumbles and valleys that push up the thin cloth of Schmies look good. If you smile superb like that and they call your name a little tongueless and say "daisy," it's the man's sex that makes you want to eat it.

Keep your hands down and exhale as you're about to stretch.

"No, no, I'm a knight. A proud knight. A national hero, come on, William."

I took a few deep breaths and relieved my heart by remembering an exercise full of nagging men with memories of the day of my presence.

In my arms Liliana has a relieved sleeping face. Its sleeping face, illuminated by cold moonlight, is so beautiful that it is strange to have heat once it is touched.

Liliana was sitting in this chair watching the moon as she went downstairs, hassled to keep Cedric awake as she saw signs of people moving in the bed and Liliana walked out of bed.

Her appearance in the light of the blue and white moon was everywhere idle, and scary and beautiful.

It was no surprise that I had gone back to the moon as it was, and I had called on Da to hold her back with "Liliana".

Footsteps and signs had been erased in her usual habits, which made her very surprised and pathetic.

But it's good to wake up, come after me, and talk to you. If I hadn't, as Alphonse said, she might have gone somewhere out of my reach with Cedric at some point.

There are two types of monasteries in Clarision. One has the same meaning as a prison where some sinful aristocratic woman or civilian female prisoner enters, on a rugged mountain or other place where discipline is tight and you will never be able to come out alive again once you get in.

Another thing Liliana is trying to do is go there in a monastery all over town. If a married woman goes there and hopes, regardless of her husband's will, the separation will be established and the woman will be free. Furthermore, noble women can take the procedure of becoming civilians. From there it is a woman's personal freedom to work and live as a civilian while in the care of a monastery, or to become a nun serving God.

But neither of us men can approach the detour in a men's restricted place where access is forbidden except for pre-adult children and some specially treated men, and where we are not even allowed to enter the premises. If they choose a needle to work indoors, they won't even be able to see each other. Even if an estranged husband signs up to see his wife, the monastery side will rarely allow it. In the end, the women who fled here are frightened by their husbands' violence, ramblings, etc., diving the gate in search of salvation, so they are also on guard over there and are no more established than women don't want it in the first place.

I breathe out all the time and turn my face to Liliana again. A quiet sleep is heard mixed with the voice of a bug.

Because he said it wasn't painful, and in the foreground I rolled up Schmeez just a little bit, looked at her scars, and touched her directly. I guess something called sweat glands and pores burned out and gone. My skin is tight and I worry if it really hurts. But when I held her up until now, I was embarrassed but not in pain, so I decided to believe her words. If Liliana was in pain, Elsa would have noticed and reported to me in her normal life, and if Liliana was in pain but I couldn't, Tekken would have flown in. But I also asked Morgan and decided to give her some kind of cream that would be good for her skin.

"... that's an unfit wound for you"

The skin with red and purple spots is only bumpy in the area of the wound.

There are all these marks on my body, and there is no obstacle where there are more wounds like this. It doesn't bother me more than being a man and a knight, but it's too unfit for Liliana, sixteen, to hold on to that body.

How prepared were you to show me this scar?

Maybe she hated me and showed me to give up. I must not have even thought about this possibility of accepting it.

Painfully zeroing tears, my chest ached so much that it seemed like it would rip open on her smiling to keep me away.

At the same time, it's so hateful that you want to kill Uncle Ayton, who poked his daughter into the terror of a thug. Such a thing is not a place of forgiveness for a seven-year-old daughter.

If Liliana had grown up in the Viscount Everett family, her maternal grandparents, without the carriage being attacked, would she have been a woman smiling more frankly?

But then what happens to Cedric? I didn't know she existed similar to my mother named Liliana, and maybe Cedric was supposed to put herself in a life where she would be whipped instead of Liliana.

I know it's hard to tell if you're talking about it, but in the end, I didn't know what was right.

But she believed me.

"Don't forget," she told me, as drunk she sincerely wished for me.

"I swear I will never betray your trust again."

Drop a mouthful on your forehead and stroke your cheek.

Return the shmees, hang the button and close the front, also closing in front of the gown to tie the ribbon around the thin hips. It looks too big and extra small in my gown and makes me love you.

Seeing this scar, what overflowed my chest was the joy and relief that Liliana had for me to live. Though it wasn't fatal, a person is a creature who dies without fear of infection from the wound.

Still, Liliana survived. I lived, and there were zero natural tears in the fact that I was in my arms.

"... if I lose you, I can't live. My dear Liliana."

Drop your mouth on a slightly reddened eyelid and stand up holding her.

I always think but it's too light and worrying.

In the narrow house, carefully ascend upstairs so that her legs and head do not hit the wall and enter the bedroom. Extraordinarily smaller than the bed in the house, cramped bed for the three of us to sleep in, but perfect for sticking together and sleeping.

If you let Liliana down, Sleeping Cedric will hold Liliana and Liliana will also hold Cedric unconsciously. I fell asleep from behind Cedric, holding the two loved ones.

I think I need to tell Liliana about Sandra tomorrow. As for Cedric, I'm going to talk to Liliana before I decide. Even such a woman is a mother to Cedric. I couldn't speak in a detour when I thought of his young heart.

My chest hurts on my innocent sleeping face.

Good dreams, I close my eyes too, whispering.

A sad chirping of autumn bugs from the window left open was shaking the curtains slightly with Lynn Lynn and the wind.

"It's a good courage to push you into a man's mansion at such a late hour, Lord Alphonse."

"You wouldn't have a choice, would you? I'm busy, and so is the Duke. If we don't catch him before he falls asleep, we won't be able to talk much longer, will we?

The older away cousin, the more floating the laughing parent and child, drinks James's brewed tea looking delicious.

I sat back in the chair, clapping my shoulders, and grabbed the teacup. Clear red brown beautiful tea is a brilliant business. It has no clutter, and brings out all the original flavors and aromas of tea leaves.

My cousin is dressed properly like Prince Wang in a seat reserved for the terrace, but I look like I've woven a gown on my silk bedding. He was right. He really came before he went to bed and told me to talk to him because it was a waste of time. I usually find it embarrassing to ask you to be polite, but the time was also time, so I gave it all up. This cousin has known for a long time that he wouldn't listen once he said it.

"So, what can I do for you..."

"It's a brilliant night for the moon. There's a full moon floating in the cup"

Soon his cousin loosens his grown-up expression like a child. His cousin looks at the moon floating in the teacup. If I turned my gaze somehow, there was certainly a full blue and white moon floating all over the teacup. If you shake the cup, the moon will also shake loosely in the spreading ripples.

"It's quite a moon-drinking tea."

With that said, his cousin mouths tea again.

Seeing as I was told, I did think you were right. I also enjoyed tea temporarily, too. James prepared a knee-jerk for me even though he didn't say anything about the fall wind blowing through the large garden but feeling a little chilly. Gratefully thank the butler and put the cup back on the table.

I hear your lord is exploring Mrs. Liliana's whereabouts.

His cousin, who abruptly cut the fire, was as if he were also talking about tomorrow's weather.

"It's been three weeks since I left Tasha's stall. I'd like to know what's going on."

"The Marquis said it was quite brilliant. Her needle looks like a magical conductor stick. I manipulate a few yarns freely to blossom beautifully on a cloth with nothing to spark the little birds."

That being said, my cousin showed me the handkerchief he took out of his pocket.

The white handkerchief was embroidered with a stunning royal crest. Excuse me, I refuse to take it and put on my presbyopia, which I removed from my chest pocket, and drop my gaze on the handkerchief.

It is much more elaborate and delicate than the rose embroidery applied to her handkerchief, just because the design is designed. I can see a polite job that understands the character of the needle.

"Tasha doesn't like embroidery. In her lifetime, she gave me only one handkerchief, and I have a bitter memory that if I praised her for the embroidery she had there being a cat, she'd be in a bad mood with a bear, but Cheng Cheng, Mrs. Liliana still seems to be fine."

I thank you and return the handkerchief.

"Right? I like it too."

So his cousin loosened his cheek. I've known it since I was born, but for the first time I've seen it accommodate something that resembles a slight romance in its eyes.

"… oh well, are you willing to hold it in the side room as well"

"Say stupid. I cannot choose my own path of ruin for those who stand to defend my country."

On the bottom of my heart, to the look of saying I'm sorry, I squeal my throat and laugh.

Certainly you can't complain about turning the Lord Hero against your enemies and destroying the country instead of having one good thing for this country. Lord Hero is such an influential man by far.

"Besides, it's not love for your wife."

By the way, my cousin asked James to replace him. James pours a new cup of tea into his teacup.

The older the parents and children, His Royal Highness Prince Wang, younger than James, were, however, very talented and savvy children from a young age. That arm, which calls and masters a man's heart well, is quite something.

"You have an admiration. She is so sober, beautiful and dazzling. The glare is bitter, but I also feel comfortable. She must have a noble soul just like the Marquis."

"... somehow, I know that"

Squeeze and drop your gaze.

Sure, she's a beautiful woman like the goddess of the moon, but it's that inner glow that stands out for her beauty.

"The opposite of it is the sexual vice that your lord surrounded you until this time, but where is that?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gentlemen, under no circumstances would you call a woman that."

"Answer."

My cousin didn't hear me.

"How do you think I know?

"I guess your lord knew. That Sandra is connected to a black scorpion and involved in human trafficking. You tried to use that to sip even honey?

"Bad listening. I am still a strong drawer of royal blood. Do you really think that I, who love this country, would do that?

"My lord has been empty ever since I lost Mrs. Istasha."

Clearly, he drinks tea.

I was temporarily silenced by words I didn't even think about. Then, how he received it, his cousin leaned over at me with his empty eyes.

"Empty lords are much more at stake. The Duke of Hooksberger, I know, is a patriotic cutter... but now your lord is like a shell out."

"… Your Highness, these delicate stories are not meant to set foot in such a way."

"I have a general idea of what your lord will do with the large quantities of wheat he has stored in his territory, but don't think a minister for foreign affairs can do that without me or the king's will."

Empty eyes narrow like a mean cat.

No, cats are not cute things. It's the Beast's, it's the predator's.

"This country is mine. The people of this country are all mine, too. If you want to undermine one of them, I will never be your lovely, knowledgeable, blue-smelling young lord."

Tingling cold air trembles in intimidation.

There is no doubt that the present king is also an excellent and wonderful ruler.

But there was a gap between the present king and my father competing for the throne. But this cousin doesn't have that gap. I know that my name is given to the Jade of the Throne Inheritance Struggle, but that's all. The name of the Second Prince, who is much better than normal, does not even line up there.

Though he is skinned by a gentle and languishing good young man, his essence is' king '. He took the sword himself and went to the battlefield. He is more ruthless and ruthless than the present king. It is King Clariseon of the times who does not hate to kill one to protect a hundred.

"Your Highness."

I stare back at those empty eyes.

Greed will destroy you.

I smiled quietly when I returned it.

My cousin's neat brow moved.

"Sandra."

The full moon lights pour down in full, and the curtains that fall from the bed's canopy are clear. Beyond it arose the shadow of a woman's body drawing a beautiful curve with the sound of clothes rubbing.

Mrs. Liliana's whereabouts have been identified.

"Then bring him in now"

My voice drops when I conceive of a carefree hue.

"... really, what does it matter?

The question shook the shadow as if it were trembling. I heard an innocent laugh like a girl when I shrugged.

"If I could drag that girl to hell, I'd do anything."

A light word is a word that has a horrible sound on its back and deepens its grin.

I knew she was beautiful.

Beautiful, and stupid.

"Okay, let's get ready."

If you raise one hand, the sign you were holding back leaves the room.

"Take your time off tonight, Sandy"

"... yeah, thanks"

Drop the shadow sinking into bed again and leave the room.

The hallway, where the moonlight does not reach, is dark.

"A woman's jealousy destroys her country, too, but her, I wonder what it will destroy at all"

Yeah, I zeroed my grin that it was a pleasure and stepped into the darkness lightly.