Chapter 8.1

“Seems like you think he might say no.”

The Marquis, muttering to himself, stared at Liv.

“But I have a slightly different view.”

At that moment, what was on his lips was a very faint smile. An arrogant smile, thinking his will will definitely come true, does not doubt that the other people will lower themselves and move as he wishes right away.

“… You are right.”

Brad’s cooperation? It was a really stupid idea.

They didn’t need any cooperation from the beginning.

“Liv, are you okay?”

A careful question intervened in the tangled thought. Liv shook off her memory right away and looked up.

“Huh? Of course I am.”

Looking at Coryda’s worried eyes, Liv quickly brightened up her expression. It was exhausting, but it ended well.

Brad’s hands are fast and once he concentrates, he tends to work day and night, so it shouldn’t take too long. The Marquis’s observation bothers me like a thorn stuck in fingertips, but if I couldn’t refuse anyway, I might as well ignore it and forget it.

“Last time I told you that I was going to work more, right? I think the work will start next week.”

“Is it hard?”

“No, it’s not. It’s just an assistant job.”

Anyway, the Marquis saw the painting, and even though he recognized that Liv was the model, he gave her a chance at her request. According to what he said, he seemed to be a person who would not say anything about Liv.

Liv was relieved as she recalled the public rumors that he was not interested in social activities. The Marquis, whom she had a direct conversation with, was not interested in others as it was rumored, and therefore he likely would not consume Liv as a momentary gossip.

“Don’t worry, and lock the door well when I’m not around.”

Still, there’s no harm in knowing a lot, so I’ll listen to the story of the Marquis that’s going around from now on.

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“So do you know what the Marquis of Dietrion said? He said, “How rude. Put him to his knees!””

“That is a very… familiar line.”

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s just like a novel!”

Because it’s a line from a novel. The male protagonist who said the line must have been created more than 50 years ago than the Marquis, and I don’t know when the line was taken away by the Marquis.

It would be Liv’s job as a home tutor to correct Millian’s wrong knowledge, but this time it was difficult to correct her right away. It was an anecdote with unverified truth, but there was a possibility that he had said that.

Of course, the Marquis of Dietrion she had spoken to in person didn’t seem to be the one to shout the exaggerated and pretentious lines a while ago.

“Haah, how can the Marquis be so cool? I’m so jealous of the one who will be his wife later.”

Millian, who wrapped her cheeks in both hands, sighed and muttered. Liv smiled awkwardly and drank the tea in front of her.

They were on their way out to a nearby lake. Baroness Vendons would not allow young Millian to go out alone, so Millian would often ask Liv to accompany her. Liv nodded without hesitation each time.

Today was such a prepared occasion. Millian loved this place because the lakeside was a popular promenade, so she could meet her friends by chance.

If Coryda had been a little healthy, she would have come with us.

Liv, who was staring at a group of young ladies chattering and playing, lowered her gaze.

“It would be great if he could come to our house one more time.”

“You said he visited last time for the statue, right?”

“Yes. I think the sculpture my mother bought was an undisclosed work of a very famous artist. Because of that occasion, I heard the works that are being auctioned off these days are drying up.”

“I see.”

“I wish I had that kind of luck one more time because the Marquis wouldn’t visit if it wasn’t for art… Teacher, you said you ran into the Marquis that day, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“I haven’t slept since that day. Is this what love sickness is?”

Liv smiled silently as the answer. The appearance of Millian who was blushing so badly was only cute in Liv’s eyes. And she was also bitter at the thought of Coryda.

If Coryda was healthy, she would have developed the dreamlike romance of a girl like Millian. Instead of worrying about the rent and selling her birthday gift back.

“So, Teacher, I’ve decided to learn painting!”

“Really?”

“Yes! The person my mother asked around has decided to come soon.”

“That’s cool. You’ll show me your work later, right?”

“Of course! But you can’t laugh at me, okay?”

The girl in her fresh first love seemed ready to do anything for love. Liv, who was smiling softly at Millian’s red face, looked away calmly.

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