Chapter 3: ss - 2.2

Since the discovery of her illness and the breakup of her engagement, My Lady has been lying on her back and not saying much. Her appetite has also been declining lately. In order to get her to eat something, even if it’s just a little bit, I would go to her and offer her some of her favorite baked goods to take her mind off of it.

I stayed with My Lady as much as I could, prepared the documents for the handover, and performed my normal duties.

At the same time, I continued to work on preparing her marriage with a nobleman who would not need an heir. If there was a house with better conditions than the Arliss family, that would be better, of course.

I had no time to sleep, but the results were not good.

A man with no money and a bad habit of womanizing was out of the question. I tore up the ridiculous reply, “I can provide for you as my mistress,” and threw it into the fireplace. When I looked out the window, the eastern sky was already white.

I took a nap and started the day’s work.

I was given a break in the afternoon, so I went down the servant’s corridor with my lunch in hand and received some sweets that had been saved for me in the kitchen. I had bought it for My Lady when I went into town the day before yesterday. She would be in the greenhouse at this hour.

As expected, I handed the gift to My Lady, who was sitting on a bench in the greenhouse looking up at the sky. She wasn’t too keen on it at first, but when Aishe opened the package and told her that it was a very popular pastry that was hard to find, she seemed a little more interested.

When she picked up one of the chocolates with fruit jellies, she couldn’t stop looking at it. As I smiled down at the My Lady, my eyes suddenly met hers.

“You’re not going to eat it?”

“Just one, then.”

I plucked one from the offered box. It was delicious, and I could understand why Aishe was so excited.

As I wiped my mouth with my handkerchief, I noticed eyes staring up at me. My Lady reached out her hand to my face as I tilted my head.

I didn’t know what she was trying to touch, but I bent over and did as she did, and she touched the dark circles under my eyes with her fingers.

“You look terrible.”

I was getting the minimum amount of sleep I could.

“You’ve been through a lot, too.”

“It’s not that hard.”

“Lies.”

Brushing off my bangs and lightly pinching my cheeks as if pulling them, My Lady shoved another piece of chocolate into my mouth.

Then she turned around.

“I know you won’t tell me even if I ask you what’s so hard about it… Well, you can handle it, can’t you?”

The usual encouragement sounded somewhat desperate today.

“I don’t want you to take it too hard, but we’ve been doing okay so far.”

I wanted to return those words exactly as they were. ‘You’ve done the miracle, so what’s the big deal about doing two or three more miracles?’

I bit my lip. She had not been taught anything, and it would be cruel to give her poor comfort at this point.

“Yes, I suppose so. I’ll do something about it, I promise.”

The young lady looked up at me as I said it with confidence.

I’ll make you happy. I just need you to wait a little longer.

I smiled at her, and her expression relaxed, as if she had been caught. She smiled with the corner of her eyebrows drooping, and then broke her face as if she couldn’t take it anymore. It was the first time I had seen her smile in a long time, and it gave me a rush of energy. That’s right. I wanted to protect this face.

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After that, I desperately searched for her happiness by phone, letter, or in person if I was in the neighborhood.

I didn’t get a single good response, but I still didn’t give up. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t avoid the time limit.

It was the morning of the first month.

I sat on my bed and gazed out the dimly lit window.

No matter how much I thought about it, the only match in front of the young lady’s eyes that would allow her to live freely and safely was the one with the Arliss family.

Was that really the right thing to do? I repeated again the words I had been asking herself for a month. Was this really the best thing for her?

At that moment, I thought I heard a young lady’s voice saying, ‘Well, I’m sure it will work out.’

‘It’s all God’s will and fate, isn’t it? It’s all right, Stanley, it’s all right, you’ll manage, you’ll not die.’

The encouragement I had received from the young lady came flooding back to my mind and I couldn’t help but smile.

The lady who couldn’t bear a child, and I who didn’t need a child; just two days apart, our fates had coincided.

“Life is what it is…”

I tried to say it out loud to myself.

“…It will work out.”

I conveyed this feeling to the Master and Mistress. They looked at each other and nodded, then looked straight at me.

“I understand. Let’s proceed with the matchmaking with the Arliss family.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll talk to your father first. Get in touch with him.”

“Very well, Sir.”

I contacted my parents’ house and my father arranged for me to come home immediately.

I would not refuse. He might pretend to be reluctant and try to gain an advantage, but for a businessman, connections with powerful people are something he wanted more than anything.

As expected, my father took an attitude of trying to take advantage of the various negotiations, but he seemed to have given up on that as soon as he saw me standing behind the Master instead of behind him.

Thus, the matchmaking between the Count and Arliss families was concluded on an extremely equal footing.

This was good.

The young lady should now be able to spend her life without any inconvenience.

She will be able to smile and be surrounded by flowers as before. She could get anything she needed in the commercial district, and if she got sick, she could get the latest medical care.

There was nothing to worry about. We will be able to live in peace and quiet for the time we have spent in pain.

It should be.

That’s what I thought.

“I… don’t want to marry you.”

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