I’m the fifth son of a count’s family, but I became the head of a duke’s house.
We thought it wouldn’t be good to overstay our welcome, so we excused ourselves and returned to our room.
Honestly, the first thing that came to mind was, I can finally rest…
I mean, chatting with Josef and his wife was enjoyable, but the meeting—or whatever that was—with Father ended up being more exhausting than I expected.
I sank into the sofa, leaning back against it.
As I let out a sigh, Leila sat down beside me.
Our eyes met for a moment, and then she lightly patted her thigh.
…Should I indulge a little?
I slowly lay down, savoring the softness.
“I’m sorry for misunderstanding things,” she suddenly apologized.
Surprised, I looked up at Leila. Her expression carried a hint of guilt.
I gave her a small smile to brush it off.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Well, there were moments where her eyes seemed to lose their light, but…
Still, there was a part of me that found it a little endearing—knowing that she got jealous over me.
“I never knew… that I was the jealous type,” Leila admitted.
She seemed to be berating herself, lost in self-reproach.
I sat up from her lap and gently pulled her into my arms.
“A-Ainzich…?”
Leila stiffened in surprise, but I didn’t let go.
“I like this jealous side of you too, Leila.”
Hearing that, she gradually relaxed.
“…Thank you, Ainzich. I think I’ll still get jealous in the future, though. Will that be okay?”
“Of course. I’ll just clear up any misunderstandings whenever they happen.”
Honestly, if Leila were talking to some handsome, cool guy, I’d probably feel jealous too. I can’t tell her to just stop feeling that way. If anything, I’d be sad if she stopped getting jealous—it would feel like she didn’t love me anymore.
“I understand. But… if you ever take another wife, please tell me in advance, okay?”
“Huh? Oh, uh… yeah. Got it.”
I was caught off guard by her sudden acceptance of me having another wife.
I mean, we are nobles, and our marriage was arranged, so it’s not like it’s impossible… but honestly, as long as I have Leila, I’m satisfied.
If something had to happen, I’d accept it, but I want to be as faithful as I can.
Sensing the heavy atmosphere settling in, I quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, Lady Selene was really beautiful, huh?”
“Ainzich?”
Wait, no, that came out wrong.
“I mean, the baby was cute!”
“Huh? Oh, yes, that’s true.”
Phew, crisis averted.
I just wanted to bring up my brother and his wife, but for some reason, Selene was the first name that popped out.
“The baby really was adorable… Ainzich.”
…Wait.
Is it just me, or is she putting pressure on me?
