As I was living as a Duchess who was hated by everyone, I had been diagnosed to be terminally ill. So, I created a fake body and ran away. The funeral had gone well, and I was officially a dead person. Then a strange rumor began to circulate. Apparently, upon my death, my husband had gone mad. *** Dehart whispered with his head down, “Can’t I ever call you Sebelia again?” “No, you can’t.” “Even if I kneel down like this?” “Even if you give your life to me.” Sebelia bent forward slightly and whispered in his ear, “Dehart, I’m generous to people who know their place.” His heart gave a jolt. He looked at Sebelia with trembling eyes. In the past, it was her whom those words were spoken to. [I’m generous to people who know their place.] Those were Dehart’s first words to Sebelia.