Chapter 30

In front of me stands Claude Lindbergh, Duke, the current head of the Lindbergh family. His deep red hair and eyes are like the finest rubies, and though they appear passionate, his personality is extremely cold. Or rather, his true nature is that of a fraudster, a devious and demonic man with a character twisted to the extreme. Everyone acknowledges his beautifully refined features and well-built physique, which make the young ladies of the world squeal with delight, but I can no longer agree with this.

Such an incredibly handsome man got married just two months ago.

His bride, as it turns out, is none other than me.

Yes, I still remember that day.

And the damage I suffered because of it.

Incidentally, he is currently my top virtual enemy.

In short, he was a devious, cruel, and demonic man.

He twisted my words and pushed so-called duties onto me, trying to use me for his convenience even now. But, my life is no longer threatened by him!

In other words, I don't have to listen to this man!

That's what I thought a little while ago.

But now, I'm on the verge of collapse.

The cause of this situation is something that just happened.

"Hey, Lill."

"What is it, Lady Reisha?"

"What time is it now?"

"It's tea time."

"Tea time, huh... So, what's this?"

Indeed, in the typical life of a noblewoman, there are two tea times.

One between breakfast and lunch, and another between lunch and dinner, for a total of two times.

Sometimes, instead of lunch, they are invited to social tea parties where they might have tea and lunch together.

In short, tea is a noblewoman's pastime.

And there is always something to accompany the tea.

That's right, something sweet!

"Is this a document?"

"Exactly! I find it very strange that this is brought instead of something sweet. Why isn't there anything sweet?"

"Actually, Lady Reisha, Lord Ragnar has strictly ordered that no sweets be served."

Lill says this with a troubled look.

"Why?"

"I cannot understand the reason, my lady."

Of course.

Ragnar must have some ulterior motive.

I leave the troublesome duties and ask Lill to call Ragnar.

Honestly, my desire is to have three meals a day with naps included—basically, a life of decadence. I told my husband this, so why does everyone want me to work?

I really want it to stop.

While drinking tea with a sour face, Ragnar and, surprisingly, my husband arrive.

Oh, at this point, I have a bad feeling.

The cruel and devious man interprets words to his own advantage and is a twisted individual.

"Good breeze, Reisha."

"But it's not windy right now?"

I retorted sharply, and at that moment, a cool breeze blew.

Hey, you wind! Get a clue! Why is nature on my husband's side!?

My husband rests his elbow on the table and smiles at me.

It's not a gentle, loving smile, but a dark, scheming one.

"Can you pour me some tea, Ragnar?"

"Of course, my lord."

Ragnar pours tea from the teapot prepared for me with graceful movements.

My maids watch this intently.

It's amazing how the taste can change just by the way the tea is poured, even with the same tea leaves and teapot.

Incidentally, Ragnar is the best at pouring tea. Lill is second. Laïra, who graduated top of her class in practical skills, still doesn't match Lill's experience.

Incidentally, Leina still has a lot to learn.

I might be a bit harsh, but Ragnar's tea is excellent.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a solid A.

"What do you want?"

I don't have any business with you, husband.

Instead of showing off your long legs and drinking tea, why don't you bury yourself in paperwork?

"--- It's delicious, but drinking such good tea makes me want something to eat."

My ears twitch.

"Should I have something prepared?"

"Yes... But it would be a pity for Reisha, who can't eat. I'll restrain myself."

What!?

What is that!?

My temples start to throb.

I feel like my tolerance for my husband has reached its limit.

"What do you mean?"

I suppress my anger and speak, and my husband smiles, not a friendly one.

"Of course, the contract we made before our marriage did not include sweets."

Oh, I knew you would say that!

But I have my own strategies!

"I see, then there's nothing I can do."

I nod in agreement without showing it.

Hmph, I won't be taken advantage of anymore.

I realized this a long time ago. Too bad, husband!

"By the way... Asking Diego would be futile. The sweets hidden in your room have already been collected."

"... Husband, even if it's my room, entering without permission is impolite, isn't it?"

"I didn't enter. I just ordered the maids through Ragnar."

Hey, you traitors! What's going on?

All three maids are smiling.

What is this!

Aren't you supposed to be on my side?

Where are my allies!?

And, I'm sorry, Diego. It seems my actions have cost you your vacation.

I'm sorry for being such a useless wife who can't even protect her only ally.

"Well, my lady? Is there anything you want to say?"

"... Husband, don't you think we need to discuss the terms of our contract again?"

"That's true. I agree."

I don't want to.

Why did I marry such a man?

At the time, I thought it was the best choice, but now it feels like I've tied myself to the worst man possible.

"Ragnar, is the contract ready?"

"Already."

Ragnar smoothly presents the formal contract.

I've said it many times, Ragnar! I am your former master!

"Then, Reisha, let's work on aligning our conditions."

I need to put in some effort.

Actually, hold on! The fact that Ragnar and my husband are working together puts me at a huge disadvantage! Can you at least go easy on me, husband?

Grr!

This wasn't supposed to happen when we got married!!

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