The Three Are Living a Married Life - Chapter 18

Lisbeth didn’t answer him this time either, she just smiled enigmatically. She clearly did not want to talk about it. Lisbeth was a woman who would rather die than do anything she didn’t want to do. George decided not to question it any further. It seemed she had a good reason for not responding.

“Anyway, try to do things right until you quit,” she advised.

“…Of course, I’m not stupid. Don’t worry.”

George got out of bed, walked over to Lisbeth, and kissed her on the forehead. Lisbeth smiled in satisfaction, hinting to George that she was pleased.

“But why is Rihanna suddenly bringing up the subject of your marriage? She’s never said anything about it before,” George wondered.

“I was surprised by that too.”

Lizbeth grinned as she asked George, “Could it be that she has discovered our relationship?”

“No way. Don’t even joke about it. That’s terrible,” George shook his head with a frown, “I’ve been married to Rihanna for four years. If Rihanna knew, she wouldn’t sit still.”

“Well, that’s true. Even if my sister is quiet, she would never put up with this. We’ve crossed the line.”

“It’s probably because you’re growing older. Your current friends are all practically married already.”

“Are you meaning to say I’m old?”

“Of course not. You’re at the most beautiful age right now.”

Smiling, George put his hand on Lisbeth’s breast and proposed, “Shall we do it again?”

Without waiting for Lisbeth’s response, George proceeded to take off the dress she was putting on. However, Lisbeth stopped George’s hand, “No, I have to go out.”

“If it’s not an urgent meeting, just for a little while, yeah?”

“No. It’s too late now,” Lisbeth shook her head as if she couldn’t understand him, “Why are you so impatient? We were just together a couple of minutes ago.”

“Well, I want us to do it again,” George pouted his lips, “I can’t help it, it’s because you’re so pretty.”

“You’re too good with words,” she sighed as she finished putting on her dress with a smile.

George sulked with a dejected expression. He presumed that she was really leaving.

He asked in a babyish voice, sounding like a crying child, “Are you actually going to leave?”

“Yes, I have to go,” Lisbeth replied calmly.

She gave George one last peck on the lips, “See you in the evening, my love.”

After briefly saying goodbye, Lisbeth left George’s room. Then she walked downstairs as if nothing had happened, recalling the question George had asked her.

—Why do you hate your father so much?

“Why do I hate my father so much…” she muttered to herself. No one was around to hear her bursting out in laughter, “I don’t like him, independently of the fact that he is not my real father.”

***

Lisbeth arrived at Marquisate Ezra’s residence late. She greeted the host, “Long time no see, Lady Ezra. I’m a tad bit late, so I apologize.”

Lady Erza pardoned her, “No worries. Welcome, Lady Norden. Thank you for coming.”

They had been doing these tea party gatherings for a few years. Of course, all the attendees got along quite well with each other. Otherwise, they would not have continued to organize these events.

They continued their trivial conversation at the table full of tea and a variety of snacks. In most gatherings of the nobility, the main topic of interest was gossip concerning high society. Countless rumors, unfounded or substantiated, came out of their mouths. Unlike Rihanna, who disliked these conversations because she found them useless and meaningless, Lisbeth quite enjoyed them.

“By the way, have you heard that rumor?” one of the ladies brought up.

All of a sudden, a very interesting topic came up. It spiraled the women into a deep conversation.

She continued, “That pervert, he appeared again.”

“Pervert? Who is it?”

“Jeez, don’t you remember? The crazy guy who has been writing perverted letters for five years.”

“…Ahhh,” only then did Lisbeth realize who she was talking about.

For five years, someone had been anonymously sending letters with perverted content to single ladies. Of course, commoners would not do something so risky, so there was a high possibility that it was a man of nobility.

That person became famous for the perverse words in his letters. Additionally to the obscene letters he sent, he also wrote very personal things. Much of the information would be difficult to know unless the person it was addressed to was constantly watched.

Is there anything creepier than someone secretly spying on you? There was nothing particularly damaging about it, apart from the unpleasantness of having that same person send such letters. And since he had been doing it for five years, the sender had become well known in the society of the Esteraz Empire.

“Who was it addressed to this time?” Lisbeth asked.

“Lady Bergius. Ah, it’s a pity.”

“I hadn’t heard of any other cases in a while. It had been quiet lately.”

“Yes. It seems to be starting up again. It’s very annoying.”

“Isn’t it absurd that they still haven’t been able to identify the culprit?”

“I thought the same thing. That person has been doing this for five years, and no one knows who it is!”

“I suppose the person responsible is some young nobleman…”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s married now. The first incident was five years ago.”

“Yes. He should be married by now. Which unlucky woman would have married him?”

“At least he didn’t marry any of us, which is a great blessing.”

At those words, the ladies who had been in a serious discussion burst out laughing, “It’s true. Getting strange letters is better than marrying a crazy pervert.”

“Anyway, be careful. Don’t be too scared if you get a letter,” Lisbeth said.

As she spoke, Lisbeth kept thinking that she would never receive a letter. She thought it was only something that happened to other people.

Perhaps that was why she was even more surprised by the unexpected incident that night.