My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 37

When Marie and I finished getting ready and headed to the salon, the master, already dressed, was surrounded by the estate’s servants.

Since the master said he hasn’t been returning to the estate much lately, it’s no wonder that the long-time servants are delighted by the master’s return, which is probably after a long time.

According to Marcus, since the master spent a long period of his childhood in the estate, for the servants who knew him back then, he is still “the precious young master.”

Noticing me, my husband said a word or two to the servants and then came towards me.

When he comes closer, he stares intently at my face and says.

“Wow, it’s already back to its original color. Was that earlier a disguise using a magic stone?”

Ah, I see you’re surprised that my hair and eye color have returned to normal.

The magic stone we used for this secret outing was something Marie bought for us at the specialty shop in town.

It seems that wanting to change the color of one’s hair or eyes is quite a common request, and it wasn’t that difficult to obtain.

However, this time the magic stone is different from the one I used before; it immediately returns to its original state when separated from my body.

I hear that, in fact, magic stones that can maintain their effectiveness for a certain period even when separated from the body are much more valuable than the previous ones.

The private knight order of the duke’s family that shattered such a precious magic stone, unforgivable.

When I briefly explained those things, my husband nodded as if he was impressed.

“I see. Anna’s parents probably used such a precious magic stone to ensure that Anna’s true identity wouldn’t be easily revealed.”

Indeed, if my hair color changed every time the pendant came off for even a moment, my true identity would have been revealed much sooner. I even took it off when I was in the bath.

It must have been difficult to obtain such a precious magic stone, but perhaps my parents’ feelings were more deeply embedded in that stone than I had imagined.

The duke’s family, seriously not forgiven.

Having reaffirmed my anger towards the duke’s family, I ask my husband about the main topic.

“Sir, let’s put the talk about the magic stone aside for now. Could you please explain what happened?”

“Ah, I briefly explained it to the servants earlier, but for now, please take a look at this.”

What my husband handed me was a gorgeous invitation placed in an extravagant, luxurious envelope. My name was also carefully written on the address.

Such invitations are usually sent to the ‘house’ as a whole, so there must be a good reason for inviting an individual specifically, but in this case, the purpose is obvious.

Thinking that it was probably just the usual content, I continued reading the invitation, and my eyes fell on the line, “To celebrate the return of my friend, Alexander von Fairfanville…”

Is Alexander coming back to the country!!

My eyes sparkle as I read the invitation.

Alexander, my brother-in-law, is the only one in the Fairfanville ducal family who has been kind to me.

When I was taken in by the duke’s family, my brother-in-law was already studying abroad in a neighboring country, so I had only met him directly three times. Even so, he gave me his contact information, saying to rely on him if I ever needed anything.

At that time, I was starving for people’s kindness, so I was very happy.

Well, in the end, it seemed that none of the letters I wrote ever reached him (when I checked in person, my brother-in-law didn’t even know the letters existed), and from that point on, I was strictly reprimanded and not allowed to write letters anymore.

The last time we met was definitely half a year before I married into the count’s family, and since then, I’ve had no contact.

“Was there anything to be happy about? Were you longing for the ball?”

My husband is tilting his head in confusion.

“No, that’s not it. I just thought that Alexander, my brother-in-law, was coming home.”

“I see, so Lord Alexander is your brother-in-law.”

Um, well. Anna seemed happy, but… um, were you close with Lord Alexander?

For some reason, my husband keeps asking nervously.

“Compared to other ducal families, they have been kind to me, but since I have only met them in person three times, if you say we are close… that’s not the case.”

“Oh, I see!”

Hmmm… Something feels off, doesn’t it, my lord?

After that, I received an explanation from my husband about what had happened in the royal capital and why he was trying to make a dress in the territory.

Without a doubt, the mastermind is Christina.

To go this far just to humiliate me…

If you have that kind of time and enthusiasm, I would like you to dedicate it to improving the lives of the people in the duchy.

“I have a letter for Anna from Michelle.”

And then, my husband handed me a bundle of papers with a thud.

Is this a letter!? Or is it a mistake and it’s actually a thesis or something?

When I cautiously turned the page, it was filled with instructions and advice written in Michel’s elegant handwriting.

A strange voice like “Hyoe” almost escaped my throat, but I somehow managed to hold it back.

Regarding the dress, there is little I can do, and it is written that once the measurements are taken, I must absolutely adhere to that size.

Instead, I had a mountain of preparations for the evening party.

First, the etiquette at the evening party. Behavior. Names and faces of people you should remember. Trends that might be popular topics. Topics to avoid, and religious taboos of other countries that you should know about, and so on.

It said to refer to the reference materials for details, and when I looked at the reference materials, I was dizzy from their thickness.

The thesis has powered up to a dictionary.

But this must have been quite a challenge for the person who compiled it, right?

According to my husband, he left the royal capital on horseback early the next morning after receiving the invitation.

To write this much in such a short time, they must have not slept at all.

The thesis is written in Michel’s handwriting alone, but the dictionary has several different handwritings mixed in. Surely, the palace servants must have all pitched in to prepare it.

If you look, the estate’s servants are also getting excited, saying, “We’re going to make the best dress for the lady!” “Yeah!”

If I don’t do it here, I’ll ruin my chances with men!!

All of it! I’ll remember it all!