Chapter 65

“If that really were the only reason, there would have been a way to hide the servant’s family or help them flee. There’s no way a duke couldn’t do something like that.”

“…”

“What was the real reason you were against it?”

Ben and Yelena’s eyes met in the air.

Ben opened his mouth reluctantly.

“…when the Duke’s family died, their reputation was very good. That’s why.”

“What do you mean? You should have revealed the truth and turned their reputation upside down.”

“People believe what they want to believe. It’s not easy to break their stubbornness.”

“…”

“If the truth was revealed, people would have been a little shaken at first, but in the end, they would somehow blame the master for everything.”

Ben spoke calmly, but there was a sigh in the middle of his speech.

“The dead committed evil deeds because they were influenced by the curse of the young master. They could have constructed such a claim.”

Yelena wanted to refute, but she couldn’t.

Because she knew it really could have been like that.

“I thought it would be better for them to blame the master for their deaths rather than to blame him for their disgusting deeds.”

“…so, do you still have any regrets about that decision?”

The carriage accident had a more significant repercussion than expected.

Yelena thought the accident that day played a crucial role in her husband being branded as a monster in the aristocratic community as he was now.

If the truth of the accident had been revealed then, her husband might have a less negative reputation than now.

“…Well.”

“…”

“To be honest, I think I regret it a little bit.”

Yelena read the sense of guilt on Ben’s wrinkled face.

Regret. Self-blame.

In fact, other people needed to feel those two emotions.

Yelena took a deep breath and exhaled. Then she looked at Ben and said, “From now on, don’t think about anything else, and only focus on your health. So that 20 years later, you’re still alive.”

“What?”

“Because I’ll show you those people who should truly regret it repent 100 times more than you.”

After saying that, Yelena immediately turned around.

Ben asked Yelena, who was moving away after saying something strange, “Madam, where are you going?”

Yelena answered bravely, “To seduce my husband!”

Despite speaking with such confidence, Yelena was a little lost.

‘What shall I do now?’

The first step to a successful relationship that Rosaline taught her was to call each other by their names.

In fact, Rosaline mentioned the two of them should call each other by their nicknames, not names, but when she found out that Yelena only called her husband “you,” she freaked out and told Yelena to call her husband by his first name immediately.

Anyway, that’s why she called him by his name.

Kaywhin.

From now on, Yelena was going to call her husband by his first name whenever she had a chance.

She had already finished mentally preparing herself the day before.

And? What was next?

‘The second step is… yes, I’m meant to figure out your preferences and hobbies.’

His preferences and hobbies.

Both of those words seemed difficult for Yelena.

Because nothing immediately came to mind.

‘Maybe I should’ve asked Ben.’

No, she shouldn’t.

Yelena shook her head.

Rosaline wouldn’t have told her about the second step for Yelena to result in such a method.

It was clear that Rosaline wanted her to spend time and talk with her husband often enough to understand his preferences and hobbies.

‘All right!’

Yelena, who somehow showed a desirable attitude as a disciple, moved enthusiastically.

‘Then let’s start with your preferences first…’

* * *

Yelena moved to the training grounds.

She had been on her way to her husband’s office, with plans to have a cup of tea together, but was informed that he had just left for the training grounds.

It was around the moment that Yelena was just about to enter the grounds.

Clang!

The sword escaped from the knight’s hand and struck the floor.

“…I lost.”

Upon arriving at the training grounds, Yelena saw was the back of a knight, bowing his head toward her husband after losing his sword.

‘Are you sparring?’

In the middle of the vast training grounds, only her husband and two knights stood.

Her husband spoke calmly, his sword clutched in his right hand.

“Next.”

Then the knight, who had lost his sword, retreated from the center of the training grounds. His spot was replaced by another knight who stood in front of her husband, holding a sword.

“I look forward to sparring with you!”

The result was the same as before.

The sword flew out of the knight’s hand in vain without even striking her husband’s sword a few times and landed into the distance.

“…thank you for your guidance.”

“Next.”

‘Wow.’

Yelena watched the scene, filled with amazement.