That night.
Rishe knocked on Arnoldâs office and presented a basket in front of Oliver, who came out of his room.
âOliver-sama, please give this to His Highness Arnold.â
âErr, Rishe-sama, what is this?â
Oliver was smiling but was clearly confused. He had heard about the situation from Arnold, who was in his office.
Rishe revealed the contents of the basket somewhat sullenly.
âI made sandwiches for His Highnessâs supper.â
âSupperâ¦â
Oliver gently tilted his head with a puzzled smile.
âI hope you donât mind me saying, but I thought you two are quarreling nowâ¦?â
âYes, youâre right.â
Rishe nodded vigorously and looked back over the past few hours.
In the evening, Rishe was troubled by her declaration of a marital spat with Arnold.
She had no idea what she should do to carry out a marital spat.
She holed up in her room by herself and took a trip down memory lane, but she couldnât work out any marital quarrel that would be helpful.
The Commander had once been kicked out of the house, but I couldnât possibly do that to His Highness. Rosa said sheâd go back to her parentâs home, but my natal home is too far away. Thereâs also turning all of my husbandâs shirts inside out, but I canât interfere with his morning preparations. Besides, itâll be Oliver-sama whoâll get into troubleâ¦
After much deliberation, Rishe asked the maids to join her for dinner, and continued brooding in circles.
The maids were naturally puzzled, but when Rishe explained that she had a quarrel with His Highness, they looked as if they understood everything and took great care of her.
After that, she came up with this plan.
âThe sandwich in this one has a swear word in sauce on the bread.â
ââ¦Sauce on the bread, swear words?â
âYes. I wrote âYour Highness is an idiotâ!â
That way, she could proudly say that it was a fine marital spat.
There was more she wanted to say, but it was hard to write in sauce. Moreover, this was enough to remind him of her opinion.
âWellâ¦â
A subtle expression flashed on Oliverâs face, and then he cleared his throat as if to cover something up.
Afterward, he mended his smile awkwardly before asking.
âIn shortâ¦Did you go to all the trouble of cooking just so you and My Lord could quarrel?â
ââ¦â¦.â
Still pouting, Rishe turned around and explained with her head down.
âEven the midnight snack I made should not cause any major accidents, as long as it is just a sandwich with ingredientsâ¦â
âNnnngâ¦â
Oliver covered his mouth with his right hand, his shoulders shaking.
âOliver-sama?â
âNothing, beg your pardonâ¦My Lord said that he would be working until late today, so Iâm sure he would be pleased with the midnight snack.â
Though with swear words!!
Rishe couldnât help but feel a pang of guilt, and then felt dispirited.
She wanted him to eat something better than what she, a terrible cook, had made, but they were in the middle of a fight.
As Rishe was convincing herself, Oliver spoke.
âSpeaking of which, what did my master say about this latest marital dispute?â
âHe just said he understands.â
Oliver gently lowered his eyes and patted Rishe on the head.
He turned on his heel right after, ready to head back to the office, thinking that he shouldnât have stroked her head.
Oliver put his hand on his chin and murmured approvingly.
âI see, I seeâ¦â
âOliver-sama?â
âOh, donât worry about it. I was just trying to figure out what time to have him back in your room today.â
An attendantâs work was varied. This marital dispute might have affected Oliver as well.
âForgive me. Iâve been selfish. Iâm sorry to inconvenience you as well, Oliver-sama.â
âNo problem. Itâs not just a âfightâ this time, but a âmarital spatâ, isnât it? If thatâs the case, then thereâs no problem at all.â