Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 58: [] I give up

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Noebian cursed under his breath for a long time before finally giving in and pressing his lips against Blier's. With a rough hand, he pulled her head back and sat her on his lap, ravaging her mouth. Blier didn't resist as she had before. But despite her honeyed voice, she didn't respond with equal fervor. Having sated his desires like a man who had wandered in the desert for months, Noebian recoiled when he saw Blier looking at him with open eyes. Her lips, which were now wet from his kisses, looked impossibly wanton and seductive, but her expression was so ascetic that it felt strangely unfamiliar.

"...Can I consider myself the loser?"

Was her face flushed from the kiss, or something else? He was driven mad by the curiosity of wanting to know what this woman, whom he had never considered before, was thinking.

"Don't get any ideas."

Blier's eyes widened in slight surprise at his reflexive response. Automatically thinking of Adrienne, Noebian furrowed his brow. Without any resentment, the woman got off his lap and left the carriage without waiting for him to stop her.

"...I heard you loud and clear."

The woman slammed the carriage door shut and turned away without looking back. For a moment, Noebian felt an urge to run after her, grab her by the arms, and shout at her. He wanted to know what she was thinking with that tiny head of hers. It wasn't his style to kiss a woman he was negotiating with and let his emotions get the better of him, but it was a strange impulse. It was incredibly difficult to bear the sight of her leaving.

When Noebian entered the Grand Duke's residence, he had already confirmed that the Crown Prince Bardenaldo's guards were stationed at the entrance. He roughly tightened his loosened cravat and headed for the annex. The Crown Prince, who was enjoying tea at a tea table that would appeal to noblewomen, raised a hand in a friendly greeting as soon as he saw him. Noebian nodded politely and sat down naturally in front of him.

"Is the welcoming ceremony over?"

Bardenaldo smiled pleasantly and poured him a cup of tea himself. Noebian nodded at Gaspard, the butler standing behind Bardenaldo, signaling him to leave, and focused on him.

"Epero's return may be sooner than expected. Since the envoys have been in the Empire for a long time and are quite satisfied, there is a high probability that they will urge Epero to return."

Bardenaldo handed him an envelope on the table. Noebian opened the envelope quickly and frowned.

"Duke Castagna is quite angry that his uncle did not attend the meeting on the repeal of the law."

"Even if he had attended, he would know that I would not agree to the repeal of that law."

"It's different to fight and lose than to not fight at all."

Bardenaldo smiled bitterly and glanced at Noebian's cold eyes before hesitatingly opening his mouth.

"Before Duke Castagna comes to bring Epero himself, I think it would be better to fulfill one of his requests, uncle."

"Repealing the law is not a simple matter. Thanks to the inheritance law, Your Majesty's grandmother, the mother of the late Empress Retyna, became the Duchess of Winston, and that power became the foundation of Your Majesty's power. If we repeal that law now, do you think Duke Winston will be happy? He will surely think that he is being discarded now that he has found stability."

Noebian's words were a predictable development, and the Crown Prince nodded silently.

"Moreover, the meeting on the repeal of the law can only be held once a year, so Duke Castagna has already missed that opportunity."

"If Epero returns this year, there might be more bloodshed in the palace."

"The Duke is being unreasonable. Even so, we can't hold another meeting."

Meanwhile, Noebian glanced around the reception room quickly, as if he hadn't heard.

"Realizing that, he made a different request this time."

"...What did he request?"

"He asked me to put a person he recommended in the position of Grand Duchess. Do you have any idea who he might have in mind?"

Ha. Noebian threw the envelope onto the table and soothed his throat with the cold tea. So many people were vying for the position of Grand Duchess.

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"The funeral for the Grand Duchess hasn't even ended yet, and I'm still in mourning. Couldn't we delay this a bit longer? It shouldn't be too late to think about it after that."

"That's not like you, uncle."

The Crown Prince smiled as he picked up a biscuit with his gloved hand. As he began to chew, Noebian realized he had made a mistake. To ask for more time was not something Noebian Trovica would say.

"Who did you say you would recommend?"

"Countess Blier Acacia."

The air in the reception room turned icy. Noebian's body stiffened at the name that came out of the Crown Prince's mouth, and he could only roll his eyes to look at him.

"The wife of your vassal, who recently became a widow."

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The day after the farewell ceremony for the envoys, the Crown Princess's palace was still buzzing with excitement thanks to Madame Leblère. Since Madame had come personally to oversee the dress fittings and draping, Irene had visited to show her face, and Noura, in turn, had praised every design she presented with such enthusiasm that she seemed to have lost her voice. However, Doris, the main character of this doll game, was in a low mood throughout. I was looking for an opportunity to be alone with her, as her expression seemed to say she had a lot to say to me. It was very easy to send Noura and Irene away. All it took was to show a slight hint of sadness on the face of a widow who had lost her husband, and they would make various guesses and leave. Noura, in particular, had been quite resentful for not being recognized for her contributions to the welcoming ceremony for the envoys, but as soon as I reminded her that I was a widow, her spirit was dampened and her eyes darted around nervously. As I looked at the samples of jewels that Noura had left behind, saying they would look beautiful on a dress, I remembered what Madame had told me.

"I think Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess is very interested in the Second Prince."

"Why?"

"She always asks me about the gossip of the capital's young ladies, and even though she pretends otherwise, she always asks if there are any young ladies who are secretly aiming for the position of Second Princess."

"She might just be curious."

"You're so naive, Madame. Why would Her Royal Highness follow your example?"

That's right. Why would she follow me? Ever since the scandal with Roardnes was widely reported in the gossip magazines, Madame's dress shop had been occasionally visited by young ladies who wanted to dress similarly. Some of the high-ranking nobles would secretly send people to get their measurements and ask them to make something identical. Although those people were always like migratory birds, following the latest trends, why would the Crown Princess, the wife of a country, follow me? A thought I had temporarily pushed aside began to clarify thanks to Madame's words.

"I have something I want to ask you about the scandal with the Second Prince."

Even in Doris' question.

"Are you disappointed in me?"

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"..."

Doris' intense gaze scanned me up and down.

"I hear people are saying that there will be a commoner as the Crown Princess. Of course, since you are now a noble, those opinions are exaggerated."

"Now that my husband has passed away, I can tell His Highness the truth."

I looked at Doris with an expression that seemed as if I was about to cry.

"Your Highness, I've had feelings for Duke Trovica for a very long time, regardless of the Grand Duchess's position. The Second Prince is simply fond of me because I resemble someone he knows."

As I continued to speak, Doris' lips, which had been stretched in a displeased manner, gradually began to rise. That's when I was certain. Not only did Doris have feelings for Roardnes, but she also knew that he was her first love. With that certainty, it was easy to babble.

"Even if the most desirable man in the world wants me, what good is it if I can't be with the man I have in my heart?"

If Doris, who had feelings for Roardnes but eventually became the Crown Princess, were to hear this kind of love story, she would sympathize.

"I understand your concern about causing trouble for the royal family, Your Highness. But with nothing left for me, I had to do something to be by the Duke's side."

"Oh, dear."

A tenderness that had been absent until now bloomed on Doris' face. She got up and sat beside me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and patting me comfortingly.

"Did you think I would ignore you?"

With tears welling up in my eyes, I looked up at her. Doris smiled warmly, looking at me as if I were the most pitiful thing in the world.

"You need a new husband, don't you?"

I forced a smile down and nodded.

"Yes, I do, Your Highness."

Blier, a maid who is clumsy but good at her job. A woman of humble origins who must have connections to aspire to the position of Grand Duchess. Someone who could forget her attachment to Adrienne by Roardnes' side, and someone who could be used and discarded without any consequences.

"I'll take care of it, so just wait, my lady."

Because that's what I am right now. But there's a very small hole in the plan that Doris has set up.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Because I don't intend to be used by her. When I returned to my mansion, I unfolded a letter that had been waiting for me. "I lost." It was Noebian's handwriting, scribbled in a hurry. I had already heard from Marie that Doris had secretly talked to Duke Castagna and that the Duke had pressured the Crown Prince, and that the Crown Prince had visited Noebian and told him about me.

'Even saying that you lost must be a lie, Noebian.'

But it didn't matter. I couldn't help but laugh out loud as soon as I entered my office. I strode over to my desk, picked up Blier's diary, and squeezed it tightly. Then, I looked at the desk mirror and asked.

"You got what you wanted."

Blier was smiling.

"...What will you show me now?"

The woman who had always talked about me as she pleased and trapped me was just smiling at me with bloodshot eyes, without saying a word.

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