Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 56: [] Desperate expression

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Adrienne, looking weary, had offered Roardnes the guest room. After a brief squabble over who would sleep first, Roardnes, defeated, had gone to the bathroom for a bath. The servants' gazes were still a bit uneasy. With the visits of Lord Noebian and the Second Prince following one another, and now with the guest room being offered, their eyes, initially shocked, were gradually turning into resignation.

"Madam, Lord Jimsker from the Duke's residence has come and requests an audience. What should we do?"

Yona, who had been patrolling the front yard at Adrienne's command, reported immediately. Adrienne, as if waiting for this, smoothed down her black dress and hat and stood up.

"How is His Highness the Prince?"

"Butler Ma just went up to attend to his clothes."

When Ma answered, Adrienne walked briskly towards the entrance. The timing was perfect.

"Shall I see Lord Jimsker first?"

Ma felt that her mistress, who had been alone with all the servants dismissed the night before, had changed slightly. Although she had always kept a close eye on her, with the house becoming peaceful and the Earl's reputation rising, she had let it be. But the mistress's eyes she saw this time had a faintly crazed gleam. And people with such eyes always caused big trouble.

The front door opened, and Lord Jimsker, dressed in a black uniform, entered with a stern expression. Adrienne smiled at Jimsker as if welcoming him.

"Lord Jimsker."

She calmly held out her hand, allowing a kiss, but Jimsker was taken aback and awkwardly kissed the back of her hand.

"Madam, I have come on His Highness the Duke's orders to watch over you."

"Me? Why?"

Jimsker himself didn't understand why he had to watch over the Countess of Acacia, so his answer took a long time. In the meantime, Adrienne smiled brightly and opened her mouth.

"I appreciate such a kind gesture, but I already have someone watching over me."

"Yes? Who... "

"It's me."

Roardnes's voice, newly dressed, came down from the second-floor staircase to the first-floor lobby, thick and deep. The servants around Adrienne gaped. Jimsker's gaze was distracted by Roardnes's wet blond hair, his face still damp, and his shirt unbuttoned halfway.

"I'm not here for you to look at."

"Pfft."

Neil, who had followed Jimsker in, tried to hold back his laughter at the familiar line, but when he met Roardnes's gaze, he hardened his expression and lowered his eyes.

"Lord Jimsker Railon. You're serving the royal family, yet your manners towards the royal family are terrible. Did Earl Railon teach you that way?"

"Your, Your Highness the Second Prince..."

"That's enough. It's annoying."

Although everyone watched him with a look of disbelief, Roardnes easily ignored them. He walked as leisurely as if he had been in this mansion for the first time, and his slow buttoning of his shirt had something suffocating about it. Was it because of his nickname, the War God? Or was it because of his title as a beautiful and problematic troublemaker? Jimsker's time, which had flowed like eternity, began to pick up speed again when the beautiful troublemaker wrapped his long arms around the widow's shoulders in one swift motion.

"A lord who sends his right-hand man to a widow's house right after her husband's death."

Roardnes's smooth forehead, with his wet hair swept back, gleamed with moisture. Jimsker froze at Roardnes's next words.

"Don't try anything funny with my woman, and tell your lord to just finish the funeral."

***

Returning to the Duke's residence, Jimsker recounted everything he had seen and heard to Noebian in his office. Noebian's face hardened, suspecting that Jimsker might have come back with Blier. He reacted immediately to a single word from Jimsker.

"My woman?"

Jimsker watched helplessly as the documents he was looking at were crumpled up in Noebian's long, outstretched hand.

"My, woman?"

"Yes. You said so clearly, and then you chased me away."

Jimsker replied, as if seeking confirmation. He kept to himself the additional threat that if he didn't go and deliver the message right away, he would be crushed beyond recognition. Jimsker was no match for the Second Prince, who seemed to be subtly going mad.

"What about the Countess?"

"It seemed the two of you were very close."

Another document was crumpled. Jimsker paused for a long time, seeing Noebian's unprecedented agitation for the first time, and then, thinking it was a silent order to leave, cautiously exited the office. The pristine office, without a speck of dust, and Noebian's pale face, which received no sunlight, darkened as if a thick shadow had fallen over it.

"What on earth..."

What on earth went wrong? Left alone, Noebian, as always, began to analyze the causes of the problem one by one. He was certain that this time, Blier Acacia would kneel before him of her own accord. The Earl of Acacia was the only one of Noebian's many vassals who had helped Blier Acacia to change her identity. Even if she was humble, she was also a noblewoman living in the capital. For Blier, who had lived clinging to the pillar of the Earl of Acacia in the shadow of Noebian, the death of the Earl of Acacia was more than just death. It meant that her only foundation was collapsing. He had clearly seen her face stained with shock and her eyes wavering. No matter how much of a Blier Acacia she was, he thought she couldn't help but feel some regret or guilt, or something similar. Because she was an emotional woman, he thought she might have felt even a momentary cheap pity. And if she had thought about it, he thought she would have realized that it was a warning to him, and also his will to no longer look over her...

"Roardnes."

Noebian repeated the rough-sounding name over and over in his mouth. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had fallen into the trap he had set himself. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly as the man who loved Adrienne tried to take away her substitute. His long, outstretched fingers scratched hard at the armrest of the chair. His pale hand, with its bulging veins, lowered his gaze, which was as sharp as a blue blade. He was sure that the idea of opposing him or escaping had never come from Blier's tiny head. As long as he was the one who had laundered Blier's identity, she had no choice. While thinking that way, Noebian spent the entire morning thinking about how to punish Blier for trying to ruin everything with her vain delusions and how to keep her under his control. That is, until the butler, Gaspal, brought him his breakfast and gossip magazines, worried about his master. [Who is Blier, Countess of Acacia, the beautiful widow who captivated Ront's playboy?] It wasn't the cute little article he had skipped over before.

"Gaspal!!"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I have to go to the palace."

Overwhelmed by Noebian's momentum, Gaspal hesitated before taking out an invitation he had brought with him.

"Actually, there was a message from the palace."

A huge headline on the gossip magazine cover, [From Ront's greatest playboy to the greatest romantic. The Second Prince Roardnes doesn't deny the scandal with the commoner widow!], struck his eyes mercilessly.

"Gaspal!!"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I must go to the palace."

Hesitating at Noebian's determined tone as he spoke through clenched teeth, Gaspal pulled out an invitation he had brought with him.

"Actually, I've received a message from the palace."

"What is this?"

His icy blue eyes flashed with extreme sensitivity.

"It's an invitation to attend the envoy's farewell ceremony."

***

At the grand hall of the palace where the envoy's farewell ceremony was being held, Noebian had accepted the invitation not out of interest in the ceremony itself, but with the intention of visiting Roardnes's office after the ceremony or suggesting to the Emperor that the Second Prince be sent to another battlefield. His head ached, and a strange emotion made him feel nauseous, but he managed to endure it somehow.

"I pay my respects to Your Grace, the Grand Duke."

Until Blier appeared at the envoy's farewell ceremony, as if on purpose, being escorted by Roardnes. The expression of the usually sullen Elacon envoys brightened, and a friendly atmosphere was created, as if everyone was welcoming Blier. Seeing Blier standing beside Roardnes, receiving attention in a bright place, a violent emotion swirled inside him. It had been a long time since he had felt such a violent emotion.

'Anne?'

'The name Anne...was Noebian's.'

'Anne', wasn't it?'

'It's so amazing that you look exactly like the Anne I've always dreamed and imagined.'

It was the same feeling he had felt when he first met Adrienne. And that feeling had risen to a very precarious level when he saw Blier, who had received a commendation directly from the Emperor, after exchanging meaningless greetings. It was an achievement that would have been buried if it weren't for Doris's influence. A very strong sense of crisis dominated his whole body.

"How about we make up for a while?"

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It was Doris who spoke, watching Blier along with Roardnes as she greeted the envoys and received greetings directly from the Emperor. It was a secret, ear-gnawing voice.

"No matter who sits on the Grand Duchess's seat, if you don't forget the fact that we're in the same boat, we won't try hard to bring Prince Epero to our side."

"What do you mean?"

He couldn't take his eyes off Blier's unfamiliar appearance as she stood beside Roardnes and the Crown Prince, receiving the Emperor's praise.

"I really like that woman, and my father doesn't like the Second Prince's power growing, so... it won't be difficult to put a pitiful widow beside the Second Prince instead of a daughter of a powerful family."

"With all due respect, please don't interfere."

Doris smiled softly, as if amused, at Noebian's cold voice.

"Conversely, it's not difficult to push one pitiful widow into the arms of a widowed man."

"...Are you saying that the Grand Duchess's seat is up for grabs?"

"Do you think the Grand Duke, who is also called the King of the West, has been acting like that until now for no reason?"

Doris coldly replied to Noebian, who was low with anger.

"Decide whether you'll reluctantly accept it or let it be taken away from you."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"Pretending not to know."

A subtle voice continued to creep out of Doris's mouth, who had told the Emperor directly that the greatest contribution was made by the Countess of Acacia. Behind the fan that was constantly fluttering, Doris smiled wryly.

"Hide that desperate expression and say that. It makes you look ridiculous, Grand Duke."

The word 'desperate expression' shattered Noebian Trovica's pride.

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