Chapter 92

"Once again, I am deeply sorry for causing you worry, Ozvalt-sama..."

At Charlotte's formal words, Ozvalt made a slightly irritated expression.

"But if you can forgive me, please allow me to search for Clyde-sama a little longer."

"Charlotte, if you are in danger, I would not mind giving up the blessing of marriage."

"No! The rejection of the blessing and Clyde-sama's existence could be part of a succession dispute. If it is truly the doing of one of your brothers, it could eventually lead to your disadvantage or danger."

The emotions Ozvalt had felt earlier were now clear from a different perspective.

"I am a cruel saint, but...!"

Charlotte, too, had wished with all her heart.

"I want to be of service to my beloved 'husband'..."

"......!"

Ozvalt, who had been slightly wide-eyed, gave an answer to her earnest plea.

To Charlotte, it was a declaration that could not be easily dismissed. However, Ozvalt, who had been holding her on his lap, hugged her tightly.

"O-Ozvalt-sama!"

"Charlotte"

Being called by her name at such close range, her heart felt as if it might break.

Ozvalt, with a voice that seemed to be suppressing strong emotions, asked:

"......Do you like me too?"

"......!!"

She had been asked a similar question before, whether she liked him.

But this time, the question was slightly different. Feeling Ozvalt's affection, Charlotte nodded slightly, trembling.

"......Y-Yes......"

Ozvalt's gaze, which had been watching over her, became even gentler.

"More than before?"

"Every second, my love grows, so of course it does...!!"

Gathering her courage, she gripped Ozvalt's jacket slightly.

"......I see."

(Ozvalt-sama's happy face...)

Then, Ozvalt pressed his lips to Charlotte's ear and whispered with a smile.

"I have more confidence that I like you more."

"!? N-No, I admire Ozvalt-sama more, absolutely!!"

Despite the ticklish sensation, she strongly rebutted this point. However, Ozvalt did not seem willing to concede his argument.

"Your feelings are still different from the affection I am talking about. ...But, it is my duty as your 'husband' to gradually change that."

"Au..."

Ozvalt did not seem angry. He gently comforted Charlotte, who was completely unprepared as a wife.

"Does it involve so many aspects? The duties of a husband..."

"It's not a bad role, and there are privileges that come with it."

Not understanding what he meant, she tilted her head, and Ozvalt smiled while touching her flushed cheek.

"Seeing your face like this is a privilege only I, as your husband, have."

"...Ozvalt-sama"

Before Charlotte could say more, she was hugged tightly again.

"I won't give you to anyone."

"......!"

The next words, spoken in a small voice, were filled with a strong emotion very different from the one directed at Charlotte.

"......If there is someone who claims to be your husband, I will make sure they understand."

"Oz...!"

Ozvalt changed his position, almost as if he was pinning Charlotte to the sofa, and then leaned over her. His large hand caught her wrist, and Charlotte swallowed hard.

Sensing her tension, Ozvalt looked at her with a tender gaze.

As expected, their lips met.

"Mn...!"

As usual, it was a kiss where their tongues did not touch.

The seal on Charlotte's divine power was imprinted on both of their tongues.

Thus, tongue-to-tongue kisses were only allowed when unsealing or resealing her divine power.

The soft kiss lasted only a few seconds, but they remained very close, their breaths touching. Ozvalt asked, as if soothing her:

"......Have you gotten a little more used to it than before?"

"U-Uh, I'm trying my best...!"

Charlotte, who was doing her best, probably had a face that looked like she was about to cry. However, Ozvalt, who was indulging his less-than-perfect wife, praised her:

"......Good girl."

"Ozvalt-sama...!"

Just as she was about to be kissed again:

"......It's glowing."

"Huh?"

Following Ozvalt's sudden statement, Charlotte looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Oh..."

Indeed, in the corner of the room, Charlotte's bag was glowing. More accurately, something inside was shining brightly, and the light was leaking through the gaps.

"Aaaaaaaah!! It's the diary's light!!"

Just as Charlotte was about to jump off the sofa, Ozvalt was already heading towards the bag.

"Charlotte, can you open your bag?"

"Y-Yes, Ozvalt-sama! That light is definitely from my diary!!"

"Yes. This might allow us to retrieve some of the information you left behind before!"

(Ozvalt-sama is in work mode!! Oh, what a dignified figure...!!)

Rushing to catch up with Ozvalt, her heart was pounding. As the previous atmosphere dissipated, Charlotte opened her bag.

The gentlemanly Ozvalt knelt beside her, careful not to look inside.

Together, they flipped through the pages, peering at the ones Charlotte had written before losing her memory.

"......This is......"

* * *

In the dimly lit room, across the mirror, a puzzled voice was heard.

"......What did you just say?"

The client seemed to have not understood Clyde's statement.

"Excuse me, I apologize if I was hard to understand. Currently, a tracking spell has been placed on me, which is likely interfering with the communication spell."

"......"

"Let me rephrase. Instead of the gold I was supposed to receive as payment, could you please provide me with something else?"

At Clyde's feet, the man who had attacked him in the tavern earlier was curled up, groaning in pain. While kicking the man, Clyde smiled at the mirror.

"I would like you to hand over the saint Charlotte to me."

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To be continued in Chapter 4 of Part 2

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