# 107
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The door was clearly closed, but it felt like a cold wind was blowing into the living room.
“Hello Marquis!”
The one who broke the silence that had fallen was Diana, who was hugging me next to me.
I had originally planned to come alone, but after making cakes with Diana, we ended up getting together as if it were natural.
In the end, before I came, I asked Diana to please me.
〈Miss, Marquis Diabelle looks a bit scary, but he's a really nice person, so don't be afraid, yeah, right?〉
However, even as I said that, I had some kind of belief that Diana would not be afraid of the Marquis.
Looking back, Diana was afraid of some people, including the director and the head maid.
Maybe it was because they were all bad people. No, I was sure of it.
As expected. There was no trace of fear in Diana's eyes as she graciously greeted me.
“But Marquis, Diana won't cry...Should I cry?”
It seemed to be a response to the Marquis's words earlier that if you're going to cry, just be quiet.
The Marquis asked with a shocked expression.
“Do you also have buttonhole eyes? Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“It's not scary at all.”
The Marquis narrowed his eyes at Diana's innocent look as she tilted her head.
Then the wrinkles on the forehead and around the eyes became darker, and the scars around the eyes became disfigured.
"Wow, wrinkles! It's amazing!"
Diana was not afraid when she saw this, but rather clapped her hands in joy.
'I thought it wouldn't be a bit scary, but I didn't expect it to end this way...'
At that time, the Marquis, who had been looking Diana up and down as if wondering what kind of girl she was, suddenly trembled.
“Marquis, why are you doing this?”
Startled, and wondering if he felt unwell, I jumped up and seized the Marquis by the arm.
The Marquis stopped and looked at me for a moment.
Then he turned his gaze to Diana again and said.
“The Princess Elad you serve is terrifying.”
". … Yes?"
Diana, the most beautiful thing in the world, is terrifying. …?
The Marquis spoke to me with my mouth wide open in a flirtatious voice.
“Isn't it as if Dominic went back to his childhood and dressed up as a woman?”
"Oh, my God."
I was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected and shocking statement.
“Boohahahaha!”
Askart's laughter erupted from behind him.
* * *
“Miss, the Marquis was simply saying that the Duke and you are very similar.”
“No! Marquis, I thought you were a good person, but you were mean!”
“No, you're just saying that, miss. Don't you trust me?”
Marquis Diabelle looked with unfamiliar eyes at the little maid who was trying hard to calm the frowning Princess Ellard.
It was strange and amazing to see a child I met for the first time yesterday stand up for me and say I was a good person.
What's funny is that Askart, the only grandson, is sitting next to him with his head down and his shoulders trembling.
It was the first time I felt this in my life.
exclaimed the Marquis, whose nose wrinkled for no reason as if he were getting older.
“The Marquis’s living room is their master bedroom. Don’t be crazy. If you have something to say, say it quickly and leave.”
Princess Elad, who seemed to have barely lost her expression at those words, said, “Hmph!” I turned my head and the little maid shrugged her shoulders and looked at me.
The Marquis felt a little embarrassed because he felt like he was being scolded or resented.
But even for a moment, the Marquis's eyes widened as the little maid lifted the cloth covering the basket onto the table.
“Marquis, these are cookies that Mademoile and I made ourves.”
In an instant, the smell of freshly baked cookies hit my nose.
The Mazquis subconsciously wrinkled his nose and felt dizzy.
Since he was young, he couldn't eat anything sweet, but perhaps because of his long bones and rough appearance, no one dared to offer him sweets.
In the first place, Marquis Diabel was always at war, so it was not possible to have a good time over tea like the nobles of the capital.
So, if I ever retire and move back to DC, my simple wish would be to go to a café every day and eat as much sweets as I want.
I was completely flabbergasted to receive such a nice gift when I wasn't mentally prepared.
“I'm sorry for bumping into your leg yesterday, but aren't you uncomfortable?”
Moreover, when I carefully looked into the eyes of the child who had asked the question, I felt the long-healed scar on my face tickling for no reason.
The Marquis spoke more harshly to get rid of this strange feeling.
“Nothing will happen to my body if I bump into a chestnut-sized girl like you.”
“But just in case, couldn’t you call a doctor and check if he’s okay?”
“What about the doctor?” “I know my body well.”
“Still, yesterday your leg was swollen! “I was very hurt.”
The Marquis was very disappointed.
In fact, before colliding with the child, he had suffered a minor leg injury during the fight.
However, for him, the head of the Diabel Family, it was an insignificant wound.
“I wish I had a cookie instead.”
The little maid did not lift her hand from the basket, nor did she seem to intend to give it up.
“The doctor should also say that you are fine...”
“Oh, I'm fine!”
In the end, I couldn't hold back and started screaming, and for a moment the living room was silent.
Not only did Princess Elad and Ascart's eyes widen in surprise, but the eyes of the maid who had been chattering the whole time also shook.
When I looked cloy, I saw that he was constantly waving his hands, as nervous children usually do, and it was clear that he was about to burst into tears….
“Ha.”
At that moment, the sigh that came from Leia made the Marquis stop.
I was confused because it was a reaction that went beyond my common sense.
'I have nothing to be afraid of. ...isn't it?'
As the Marquis thought, Leia was not afraid, but rather in a state of frustration that made her feel as if she was going to die.
My hands trembled because I wanted to immediately cast a healing spell on my leg.
However, Ascart was also watching, and using magic anywhere other than Elad's palace was dangerous because it would attract attention.
Leia knew very well that the only place where all her actions would be tolerated was Elad's palace.
“Don't keep saying you're fine, it's because I'm worried.”
Leah suppressed her frustration and spoke grimly.
At that moment, the Marquis felt as if his heart sank.
This little maid's serious words made me feel very strange.
It wasn't enough for you to get angry and ask me why you were arrogant, but instead of getting angry, you tickled my chest as if a feather had touched it.
As an excellent martial artist, he had a feeling that he would never win this battle.
And after a while.
“You're really annoying.”
The Marquis cleared his throat and said.
“Askart, ask the doctor, tell them to come over immediately, I need to see a doctor to expel these annoying people immediately.”
“Yes? Oh yes...”
Askart nodded, looking dazed, and called for a doctor.
If it was really annoying, you could have sent the kids away instead of bringing in the doctor.
I did not fully understand the Marquis's actions.
'I don't think he particularly cares about Elad. …Ha.’
At that moment, the Marquis's words appeared in Ascart's mind again.
Since he did not know what a young Duke Ellard looked like, he imagined his friend Lucio dressing as a woman instead of Duke Ellard.
I was so worried that I would have these thoughts every time I saw Diana from now on.
While Ascarte was suppressing laughter due to the internal conflict, the Marquis was watching Leia with a strange expression.
"Thank you !"
The little girl nodded when he was asked to bring the doctor and said as if she had been waiting: “Try one.”
She handed out a cookie.
It wasn't like I was seeing my body hurting, but I was laughing so hard I was going crazy.
Meanwhile, the cookies were quite to his taste, probably because they were full of sugar.
The Marquis raised the corner of his mouth and thought without realizing it.
If Princess Elad looks exactly like the father I dreamed of as a child, then that little girl who keeps making eye contact while saying she's worried about me looks exactly like my eldest daughter when she was little.
* * *
“It is truly a blessing in disguise. If you had delayed a little, the wound on your leg would have worsened and you might not have been able to use your leg in the future.”
As expected.
She breathed in relief when she heard the Marquis' doctor running into the living room and speaking with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Is this correct?"
The Marquis, who had been listening to the doctor's explanation with a frown, looked down at his legs in confusion.
Askart's expression darkened when he saw that.
“Will it be okay if he receives treatment from now on?”
“That is true, of course, the Marquis must actively cooperate with the treatment...”
The way he continued his words seemed to criticize the Marquis, who had neglected the wounds he had received during the battle and had not even shown them to the chancellor.
Ascart seemed to understand what the doctor meant, and looked at the Marquis silently.
“Ah, why do you blame me for my lack of skills?”
The Marquis babbled as if he was embarrassed.
Then suddenly he pointed his arrow at me.
“You! Don’t you want to see me in good condition? How can you smile so much when my condition is so serious?”
“But fortunately, it can be treated now, and the wound was not caused by me...”
“No, it doesn't matter, it's because of you.”
"Yes?"
I was amazed and opened my eyes.
The Marquis spoke shamelessly.
“Obviously I was fine, but yesterday you bumped into me and the wound got worse.”
"… … Yes?"
“So you have to come and take care of me every day. By the way, the cookies you made were so tasteless that I threw them away, so the dessert will be prepared at the Marquis’s palace. You just bring your body to me, do you understand?”