Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 118: [] Don’t provoke me

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And then, tears that I thought wouldn't come out after crying so much earlier, hot and heavy, streamed down my cheeks.

I was grateful to Yona, and I liked her too.

If I were weak, if I showed weakness.

The fear that the maids of the ducal mansion would mock and belittle me, just like the maids of the count's mansion, shattered into pieces.

Thinking back to the time when I was so scared of people outside the ducal mansion being kind to me that I spoiled myself with Noevian, it was a huge improvement.

The feeling of being understood sincerely and having a warm heart reciprocated gave me a much greater impression than I thought.

The self-esteem that had been shattered during my sick and miserable period was recovering at an alarming rate, and the thought that I was communicating with people as Adrienne, not as a healthy body, made my heart swell even in this situation, so I hugged Yona.

"Suddenly, I miss Maji. If she sees us crying like this, she'll scold us for being so sentimental in broad daylight."

"...Me too."

Maji, the head maid of the ducal mansion, who had tried to protect me against Sophie, had taken over the household of the count's mansion while I was ill, even though she was on vacation.

I had heard that Yona had quickly stopped her when she was about to slap Roardnes on the back, telling him to get some sleep while I was on the verge of death, just like she would do to her own son.

I was actually curious about how Roardnes would have reacted if she had slapped him on the back like she would do to her own son at that time.

Yona's giggle, which seemed to float and disappear in my ears, reminded me of the day she had told me about it.

Yona also burst into laughter after crying for a long time, remembering the day she had tattled on me.

We cried and laughed, repeating it over and over until we reached the first midway campsite.

****

Bianca couldn't easily believe that her father was involved in this incident.

Of course, she knew that her father wanted to advance into central politics.

But she didn't realize that it was a desperate desire that would push me into the humiliating position of being the Crown Prince's mistress.

"Please keep it a secret for the time being, sister."

"Even from Gregory?"

"Especially from Gregory."

If I told the hot-tempered Gregory, he might act impulsively.

"Do you know that when you heard that the Duke had a woman, your brother immediately started gathering troops from the surrounding territories as soon as he returned to the territory?"

That was typical of Gregory. So I had secretly hoped that he might come storming in from the east with an army.

"When he heard that you were dead, the Duke, who had been confined to his bedroom ever since, left his bedroom for the first time and shouted loudly."

Bianca narrowed her eyes as if recalling that day, and then suddenly looked at me with wide eyes.

"At that time, he said, 'Don't ruin everything by acting rashly, and wait for the right time.'"

"..."

"When he said 'don't ruin everything,' I interpreted it as meaning to wait for the chance to take revenge on the Duke, but why did he say not to ruin 'everything'?"

She added excitedly.

I had a vague idea of what that 'everything' meant.

It must mean the connection between the Crown Prince and her father.

He must have just threatened to withdraw his support for Noevian Trovica and waited for a reaction.

Since I was dead as the Duchess, the east was following the Crown Prince's line anyway. Bianca, who had no idea that I had almost become the Crown Prince's mistress, was thinking deeply.

"...How is the nanny?"

"After hearing the news of your death, the nanny refused to eat or drink and was bedridden, but she's finally regaining her strength."

"...I see."

"She's become much closer to the Duke recently. There was always a cold wind blowing between them, but now that they're both older, they seem to have lost the strength to hate each other... Maybe they felt sympathy for each other after hearing the news of your death."

Olivia, my mother's maid who became my nanny, always hated my father, who was always busy and not affectionate, and wandered outside the territory.

I nodded, as even young me could clearly feel her emotions.

Olivia Lucia, who was looking for Blie, was less likely to be a nanny. She was quite old, and she didn't have the financial means to make such inquiries in Elacon.

"Stay one more day."

"You said you were leaving for the border of Elacon tomorrow? I want to spend a little more time with you, but since I'm going to Elacon as an envoy, if I'm included in the list, Rontar might suspect that I'm up to something. If it gets to the royal family's ears, it will arouse unnecessary suspicion."

Bianca looked out at the setting sun through the curtains and hugged me again.

"Adrienne, my sister. I didn't know it was you, and I slapped you so hard. I will pay for that sin until I wear it down."

As soon as she got out of the carriage, one of the guards approached her leading her horse.

"I have to go to the east before it gets darker. If I ride for an hour, I can cross the eastern border, so don't worry about me."

"I'll send an escort."

"Oh, did you think the Countess of Pireta would go out without an escort, Lien? How cute."

She pinched my cheek and gave me another affectionate hug.

"The prince said he was 'that inside', didn't he? Goodness, to have such a handsome man as a lover. I'm so excited. That Noah, no, that bastard Noevian is younger, taller, sturdier, and more beautiful. Actually, I was a little worried when Noah, no, that guy said he was 'inside'."

"Sister, I'm listening."

"Listen. It's a compliment. I just wished that bastard Noevian was a little younger. Even if you look a little younger, what's the difference of seven or eight years? As you live, you'll realize that being young is the best..."

"Sister!"

Bianca finally wiped away her tears and giggled.

"His thighs are firm too. His neck is also thick and long, so he's manly but elegant."

"Stop it, sister."

"Listen, Lien. For a man, it's the thighs."

"I know, now go."

Roardnes, who had been standing far away with his arms crossed, as if giving us time to say goodbye, raised an eyebrow and stood crookedly when Bianca winked at him.

"I think I'll burst into tears if I pay my respects to His Highness, so please tell him yourself. Lien, I'll be waiting for your letter. I'm leaving now, but if you need help, I'll always help you."

"..."

Bianca gave me a short kiss on the cheek, wrapped the cloak I gave her tightly around her, and got on her horse. Yona and I watched her go for a long time.

I was sure that Bianca, who was a tight-lipped person, wouldn't tell her husband Gregory about the conversation we had while we were here.

****

Epero and Victor kept complaining about how busy I had been all day that they couldn't even see my face.

The campsite where we set up our tents was the small Freya territory, which bordered the Trovica and Acacia territories to the west, Elacon to the north, and the east to the east.

It was also the hometown of Grace Freya, the former Empress Grace.

Although it was a small territory, it took a long time to reach the mansion because there were many mountains, so we planned to camp here and cross the border of Elacon immediately.

Because it might be difficult to miss the great sorcerer, who we had just recently tracked down, if we went to the mansion and received a warm welcome after crossing a mountain.

We gathered around the campfire among the knights. I looked at Yona, who was eating food among the other servants, and then turned my gaze to Epero, who had received a messenger pigeon.

"Fortunately, the king is still holding the great sorcerer tightly."

Epero scribbled something roughly on the messenger pigeon and sent it flying again, then said while chewing on a baked potato.

"But what are you going to ask the great sorcerer? He's not the kind of person to answer questions that a noblewoman would ask."

"That sorcerer. He lived for 1000 years. He will answer. Anything."

"Ah, there's a legend like that too. Actually, it's said to be much more reduced. There's also a legend that he lived for about 5,000 years."

"Be careful. Of the sorcerer. Of the ladies."

"I agree with that!"

I rubbed my eyes, which were sore from crying so much, and looked at them alternately.

"Why?"

"I like them. The ladies. Shiny things. You're shining so brightly right now."

"?"

"You're beautiful. Very."

Pshish.

The campfire went out instantly.

Roardnes had rudely dumped a pile of firewood into the fire, having volunteered to get more wood.

"Brother!"

"Eat a lot."

What does he mean to eat after putting out the fire? Roardnes sat on the log where I was sitting, sticking to it like glue, with a stiff face.

"One. Jealous?"

"Epero. Your manners are your responsibility."

When Roardnes spoke coldly, Epero poked Victor with the scabbard of the sword at his side.

He poked so deep that Victor frowned.

"It hurts!"

"Hey, bear. Be careful."

"What's wrong with saying something is beautiful! You're beautiful, Your Highness!"

Victor seemed to genuinely think that Roardnes was jealous just because I said he was beautiful, and he shouted innocently.

Roardnes responded by looking down at him with his characteristic arrogant attitude, as if he wasn't worth dealing with such a fool.

But that arrogant attitude didn't work on Victor at all. Because his close friend Epero was a terrible hybrid of rudeness and arrogance.

"I'm worried! About you! About the ladies! I'm scared!"

"Lower your voice, it's embarrassing."

Epero forced Victor, who had jumped up, to sit down and lowered his voice.

"It's unfair! It's unfair!"

No matter how much he complained, Roardnes didn't care at all.

****

After dinner, I returned to the carriage with the other female servants after washing up roughly in a nearby lake.

There was a fairly large space if I moved the carriage seat a little, so I could use it as a bed by placing a thick mat on it.

Roardnes checked my bed himself, leaving only a minimum number of guards far away.

He seemed to already know what I had said to Bianca or Yona, and he didn't ask anything.

"You must be tired, so go to sleep."

"And you?"

"I have to guard the carriage door."

He replied with a slight smile, as if it were obvious.

"...Why?"

"Because there might be some crazy people who dare to attack my procession, even though it's unlikely."

He leaned towards me, where I was sitting at the entrance of the carriage.

I closed my eyes naturally, but his hand lingered on my ear and then moved my hair behind my ear. My ears were very ticklish, and I laughed softly.

When his hand left, and I opened my eyes, he was a step away from me.

Just one step. Feeling very disappointed, I looked up at him.

"Can't we just sleep together?"

A deep ripple appeared in his silent eyes.

"Because other knights are taking turns standing guard, and you can just protect me inside the carriage."

"...Lien."

"I'm not saying I want to do anything else. You can just move the chair you were sitting on a little bit, and it will become a bed. I want you to be comfortable."

Roardnes closed his mouth tightly.

It was a long time before Roardnes, who had been staring at me blankly as if time had stopped, shook his head firmly.

"I'm not sure I can do anything else."

He whispered in a low voice that only I could hear.

Then, he quickly covered his face, which had turned bright red, with one hand.

"In a place full of dark-skinned men, if I give you even a little room to imagine me..."

"Roan!"

What kind of absurd imagination is this! My mouth fell open, and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

"Then it won't be an attack, I might just cut the throats of those bastards. It's unavoidable for everyone's peace."

A serious face, without a hint of playfulness, filled my vision.

"So don't provoke me, Adrienne. Because your lover is crazier than the guys who want to die."

He murmured softly, but with a warning.

"Roan, how can you think that!"

"What else can I do? It's not just me who thinks you're beautiful."

His slightly resentful red eyes scanned my facial features as if tracing them.

The anxiety that he had clearly suppressed while he was with Epero and the others appeared on his face.

Oh my god.

"It's a crime that you're beautiful."

This dangerous and beautiful beast was a terrible narcissist.

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