I widened my eyes and picked it up.

 

 

“Oh my gosh, this is addressed to me… Are you sure you weren’t trying to sneak a look at my letter?”

 

 

It is absurd as an employee to try to sneak a look at the hostess’s letter.

 

 

Mrs. Ballon licked her lips to try to explain something, but she caught sight of a person who had never stopped by this post office.

 

 

It was the Duke  Redross, the owner of this duchy, who was staring at her with cold eyes.

 

 

“What brings you here?”

 

 

“Mrs Ballon.”

 

 

 

There was a subtle anger in the harsh voice.

 

 

 

 

“Sorry, I’m sorry. But….”

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m glad you have an excuse. Let’s  hear it”

 

 

 

 

 

Mrs Ballon ,whom he knew, would never have done something like this.

 

 

 

 

 

She looked at him with a face that had something to say and shut up.

 

 

 

Redross had a hunch that something was going on, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

 

 

 

 

 

No matter how much Redross cares about Mrs. Ballon, and no matter how little he cares about Brelin, this was a matter of system and order within the duchy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Please Listen to me later. Let’s go to the office first.”

 

 

 

 

 

Mrs. Ballon shook her hands and bowed her head as if giving up.

 

 

 

 

 

“All right.”

 

 

 

 

 

After she retreated, Redross narrowed his brow and looked at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I will sternly scold her for what she did to my person, It was rude.”

 

 

 

 

I, on the other hand, was smiling broadly, as if something good had happened to someone who had been so rudely disrespected.

 

 

 

 

 

“No, it’s okay. And now you’re my person too… Oh, right , It’s only for one year.”

 

 

 

 

 

“But… .”

 

 

 

 

 

“And I think I’m lucky to be able to find what I was looking for at the right time.”

 

 

‘What were you looking for?’

 

 

 

 

 

At his suspicious glance, I waved the letter with my  hand.

 

 

 

 

“What is it?”

 

 

 

 

“Ah, this one. This… It’s a letter from my affair partner.”

 

 

 

 

He couldn’t help but think that I was joking.

 

 

 

 

Redross looked at the letter in my hand, with a suspicious look .

 

 

 

 

“Did I hear it wrong? You just said it was an affair.”

 

 

 

 

“It’s true that you said it was an affair.”

 

 

 

 

 

I  looked at Redross’s absurd expression and fiddled with the half-torn envelope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is true that the letter was the trigger for the discovery of an affair, but even before that, Redros did not see her and other men flirt just once or twice.

 

 

 

 

 

Whenever various banquets or social events were held, there were usually dark spaces in the rooms or gardens for the secret hobbies of the nobles, and Brelin was always a lady who made good use of those places.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In addition, the person who sent this letter is not an easy person.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s easy for him to close his eyes and act as he didn’t see it right now, but if he eventually finds out that he continues to contact her, the trust that will collapse then, will be irreversible.

 

 

 

 

 

It was honestly unfair from my point of view.

 

 

 

I have no intention of having an affair or doing anything. In this regard, I had no choice but to admit  the past committed by “Brelin” neatly and move on.

 

 

 

 

With strength, I ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter from the inside.

 

 

 

[Dear. My fiancée brellin.

The sun rises thinking of you, and the sun goes down thinking of you.

My heart is Broken, and hurts even more to let you into that mansion alone.

 

By now, Brelin, you must be starting to feel bored with your marriage. Yes, people won’t appreciate you. There is absolutely no need to stick to the old-fashioned people that live by tradition, and what they call their honour. Because I am here.

 

You’re someone who doesn’t know how to settle for one person. You said you love the damn duke, but I know that’s all you said because you couldn’t get your hands on him. Now you know that the duke is only one boring man.

 

Brelin. We can usher in a new era. I can put aside a life  of living for other people, dominated by old-fashioned things.

Conceive an heir quickly and come to me. Let’s show them how the duchy ruled by the foolish and vulgar will be.

I miss you, Brelin. I love you.]

 

 

 

Wow, it’s such a long, and sweet letter that it gives me goosebumps.

 

 

 

 

“You can see it. I’m here to show you that there’s nothing to hide.”

 

 

 

Redross looked at me without taking the letter.

 

 

 

“You know I will hear from Mrs. Ballon anyway, so it seems that you are coming out to avoid this situation… If it’s something I don’t need to know, that’s fine. If it’s really an affair letter, I don’t even care.”

 

 

 

 

“Nope. It is not. It’s not that I’m escaping the situation, I’m here to show you first. Don’t you remember?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

It really was. He remembered vividly how she asked him to accompany her, even saying it was a request.

 

 

 

 

 

‘If I hadn’t asked him to go with me first, he would have really thought I was forced to hand out a letter like that. However, I was going to show him from the beginning.’

 

 

 

 

Redross accepted the ‘affair letter’ with a reluctant expression.

 

 

 

 

The more he read, the more interesting the content was.

 

 

 

It was so unusual, very impetuous, and ridiculous.

 

 

 

 

As Redross’s red eye, who read it all quickly, quietly shot back at me, I smiled awkwardly, but did not avert my gaze.

 

 

 

 

He expressed his anger, thinking he did not know what those green eyes that seemed clear to him were thinking.

 

 

 

 

“… Well, you’ve come up with such a stupid plan. From the time You became obsessed with the successor, it was somehow expected.”

 

 

 

 

 

I grabbed a handful of my pink hair, lifted it into the air, and let it scatter. As I looked at my falling hair, I mumbled.

 

 

 

 

“But I’m not going to do it anymore.”

 

 

 

 

 

“What do you mean?”

 

 

 

 

“Meeting other people and having an affair. I don’t have time for that anymore”.

 

 

 

 

 

“… What do you mean, you don’t have time ?”