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⭑. ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭

Judith was getting fed up with his continuous demands, which sounded like an out-of-order machine. Despite silently rejecting his demand that had been ongoing to the point she was fed up, she could not hide her embarrassment. She never really expected him to make her embarrassed with something like this.

“…It is not like that.”

“It’s not?”

He had a bland look on his face, as if he had deeply cooled off. The corners of his mouth, which had been slightly curled up, were awkward and unfamiliar. So far, the only expressions Judith had seen from him were always either expressionless or angry.

Judith took a couple steps back to get away from her husband, who approached her until he was very near to her nose without caring about anything at all. Once there was enough room to fit a person, she felt like she could breathe again. This much was the right distance to be seeing her husband face to face.

“Yes. It is not.”

As soon as Judith completely cut off even his possible chances, he grinned and chuckled at her as if it was probably something that was very funny. Resolutely pretending she did not even notice his laughter, she held out the square piece of paper she was holding all along to him.

“I think you will have to visit the palace soon. His Majesty sent a letter.”

The splendid letter that was sandwiched between the pile of gifts was from Kilton, the Emperor of the Tireur Empire. Since the old days, when Kilton was the Crown Prince and Derrick was the Heir Apparent of the Duke, the two maintained a close relationship and spent time together. Even after they became adults, they maintained their very close friendship as Derrick became the Head of Royalists who helped and assisted the Emperor with all emotional and material support.

The Emperor, Kilton, was more helpful than anyone else when Derrick was sick, sending court doctors, medical herbs and more, and was delighted to hear that he had come back to life. The content written down in the letter was sent as soon as the period of the political movement was over. It said that he would like to meet him as soon as possible.

‘If it was like before, I would have let my husband go alone but…’

During their marriage, Judith did not often join the Emperor and her husband in their meetings. She didn’t know what kind of personality Kilton had, but she didn’t want to meet him very much if he could get along so well with Derrick. It could have even possibly been seen as a refusal to appear in front of the emperor, but knowing the fact that Derrick of the past was also unhappy in a place where he was with her, it was cleared up. Derrick had been a nearly perfect husband in dealing with these things that way.

“Let us go together.”

“Are you going, too, wife?”

If Derrick’s condition had been the same as before he died, Judith would have sent him alone without delay. However, she couldn’t bear to let her husband, who had no memory of who he was, go alone. It was more a matter of Judith’s situation with him being her husband than of worrying about Derrick himself. The present Derrick was like a walking explosive.

“Yes. I am worried so I absolutely… will not be able to let you go alone.”

Judith didn’t hide it and frankly confessed her worries. It was an act that came out from the goal that he would do for her when he understood her troubled mind by all means. Derrick carefreely read the letter, but perhaps not being interested in it, he put it down somewhere and took a step closer to Judith.