Chapter 42

“That’s great! Good for you!”

Yelena’s voice was upbeat, and her eyes shone brightly.

“Incan became a eunuch!”

The expression was quite outspoken.

Yelena grinned and recalled her wish to heaven the day Incan left.

‘I hope that sinner gets struck by lightning.’

Heaven was wild.

Even if it wasn’t lightning, they punished Incan in such a drastic manner.

At first, she was a little disappointed that his life was saved. However, when she thought about it again, she believed this was better.

‘It turned out well.’

If you die, that was the end, but nightmares remain for a lifetime.

‘Have a nightmare every night in a cold sweat.’

It was also a luxury to die beautifully.

It was better to live and suffer for a long time.

Yelena was pleased to ponder about the cruel thoughts.

Then she suddenly had a thought and instructed Abbie, “Please tell the Duke that I will be visiting him now.”

“Okay.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After Abbie left, Yelena waited for a moment before leaving the room.

People said that sharing joy doubles it.

Of course, it was natural that couples should share good news and double their joy.

Yelena diligently walked down the hallway, thinking of sharing this excitement with her husband.

She then ran into a knight who she had never seen before.

“Good evening, Duchess.”

“Yes. Good work…”

Yelena, who was passing the knight, stopped walking.

“Sir.”

“Yes, Duchess.”

The knight was quite stiff.

Not only did he call Yelena ‘Duchess’ rather than “Madam,” his posture and facial expression were all typical appearances of a newcomer.

Yelena tilted her head and glanced at him.

‘Was it a mistake?’

She was sure he was a new knight but…his face was strangely familiar.

As if she had seen him before.

‘Where’d I see him?’

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Haist.”

Haist. It was a name that she did not know.

“Surname?”

“Runner.”

Haist Runner.

As expected, it was an unfamiliar name.

Yelena, who was examining the knight’s face asked, “Are you new to the duke’s residence?’

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Where did you work before?”

For the first time, the knight, who had answered steadily like machined, hesitated.

“…I served the wrong master. But thankfully, my new master gave me a chance to shed my disgrace, and now I’m going to devote myself to my new master with a new mindset.”

‘So where did you work?’

Yelena quit trying to dig into the details.

Well, it didn’t matter.

‘It seemed that the feeling of familiarity might be because we passed by each other previously.’

Or maybe she had mistaken him for someone else.

The knight, Haist, left a common impression.

“All right. Well, I’d like you to take care of yourself at the Duke’s residence, Sir Haist.”

“I’ll keep that in mind!”

Yelena left the stiff answering knight and headed to her original destination, the Oval Office.

However, upon arriving at the office, Duke Mayhard greeted her with an unexpected appearance.

“Wife.”

“…where are you going?”

He was standing up instead of being seated at his desk.

Where was he going?

‘Or did you wait for me because I told you I was coming?’

When Yelena thought so, Duke Mayhard strode up to her.

Perhaps, because of his long legs, after walking a few steps he was already in front of her.

It was not the same number of steps that Yelena had to take to approach his desk.

‘I can’t believe I feel a physical difference in these things…’

Just as Yelena showed subtle appreciation, Duke Mayhard’s mouth opened, “Would you like to take a short walk?”

The Duchess’s garden was so well maintained that it was labeled a perfect place to look around.

In a way, it could be said that it was natural.

Especially taking into consideration the tens of thousands of gardeners working along with a head gardener to lead them.

Yelena strolled silently through the neatly manicured garden.

As they walked without a word, she suddenly tilted her head.

Since Duke Mayhard was much taller than her, she was tempted to ask what the air above her was like.

It was difficult to read his expression since he was staring ahead in this manner.

Yelena, who had a sore throat, immediately straightened her head.

‘…what is it?’

Duke Mayhard, who had offered to take a brief walk, moved straight to her garden.

Yelena worked her brain as they moved from the office to her garden.

There was only one conclusion.

‘Is there something you want to say to me?’

It seemed that her husband had something to tell her.