Chapter 17

To my beloved daughter. I'm sorry, Viela... The content of the magic express I sent before was completely made up, a lie. I shouldn't say it's a lie; it was more of a premature action, an accident due to certain circumstances.

That night, while drinking with a friend who had visited the territory after a long time, I got quite drunk. Following my friend's advice, I ended up sending that magic express. It was a mistake made while drunk. I am very sorry.

I am fine, so don't worry about the matter of finding a husband. I want Viela to live as she pleases—From your father.

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After reading it several times, it says that "Father's sudden illness is a lie" and "There's no need to look for a husband."

In other words, all the efforts she put into attending the evening party, getting engaged to Lucash, and even resigning from her workplace were in vain... Viela knelt on the floor, both knees and hands touching the ground, and bowed her head.

"Mr. Lucash... I am very sorry for all the trouble I have caused!"

"Stop it! It's not your fault, Viela."

"But—"

"First, we should be glad that Viscount Yubert is fine."

"Ugh, that's true, but how should the Yubert family apologize?"

Viela couldn't raise her head. Then, a sigh came from above. Even without seeing Lucash's expression, she could tell he was exasperated.

"This is troublesome. I was looking forward to living in the countryside, but will the viscount oppose the engagement?"

"Perhaps... I don't think he will oppose it, but I can't predict the inheritance of the title."

"Understood. However, Viscount Yubert, who made a mistake, has no right to oppose. I will insist on continuing the engagement, getting married, and receiving the title, then moving to the territory as planned."

"Even if you are fine with it, won't the Duke and Duchess be angry that you tricked their son with a lie?"

There is the issue of the title inheritance, and the engagement was recognized out of sympathy. Not only was it a lie, but the father who was praised has caused a significant drop in reputation.

This will be seen as a challenge to the Ambrosh Duke's family, and the Yubert viscount's business will worsen—Viela imagined the worst and tensed her body.

"I have heard your story."

At that moment, the Duke of Ambrosh's voice reached Viela's ears. She hastily raised her head to see Duke Victor standing at the door with his wife, Hermine.

It's over. She changed her posture and bowed her head again.

"Father, due to the foolish actions of Viscount Yubert, I deeply apologize for involving the Ambrosh family."

"Viela, first, please raise your head and look at us. Lucash, please escort her to a chair."

Viela was supported by Lucash and seated on a sofa. When she glanced forward, the Duke and Duchess were reading the letter that had arrived from her father. Lucash must have given it to them.

"Hmm, if what is written in the letter is true, that's good."

"I agree."

Hearing this from the Duke and Duchess, Viela tensed even more.

(Indeed, the Duke and Duchess were not really in favor of this engagement. Now that the title inheritance story is a lie, they must be considering breaking the engagement. Even though Lucash wants to continue, if the Duke opposes, it will be impossible. If that happens, not only will the engagement be broken, but I won't be able to have any further contact with Lucash.)

Her heart ached as if it were festering.

"Ah, I'm sorry for causing you, my daughter, such anxiety. I thought that Viscount Yubert, despite being ill, was pretending to be well for his daughter's sake."

"Even I, as a husband, understand that parents can put on a show for their children. I'm not blaming you, Viela."

"Ah—"

Hearing this from the Duke and Duchess, Viela couldn't tell which was the truth—the content of the magic express or the letter. If her father was just putting on a show and was actually ill, her anxiety would swell again.

The Duke looked at Viela with a gentle gaze.

"Even if the illness is a lie, we have no intention of opposing this engagement. It's true that Lucash likes you, and if you like Lucash, there's no problem."

"That's right. So, first, we need to confirm the true condition of Viscount Yubert and get formal approval for the engagement. If he is healthy, it's a lucky break. We can take our time preparing for the wedding!"

It was too good to be true. The Duke and Duchess seemed like divine beings.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Lucash, who was sitting next to her, placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Viela, let's go and confirm it directly. We'll set out for the Yubert territory tomorrow."

"Eh?"

"I'll take a leave of absence using my authority as the leader... Viela, can you, Father, arrange for her leave from the technical department?"

"It's a simple matter. How many days?"

"Since we'll be riding Tina, let's say four days, no, to be safe, five days. The travel preparations—"

"Leave it to me."

The Ambrosh family quickly moved the conversation forward. By the time Viela realized it, all the arrangements had been made.

The Duke and Duchess left the private room, saying they would make the arrangements.

Viela bowed her head again to Lucash, who was still in the room.

"Mr. Lucash, thank you so much!"

"It's about your fiancé's family, right? It's only natural. If Viscount Yubert is fine, I can just give him a lecture."

Even though the engagement is more of a business partnership, Lucash is being so considerate. His kindness made her happy, and she strongly felt that it was a good thing to have him as her fiancé.

At the same time, she vowed to work hard to create a peaceful environment for her future husband to live in after they got married.