My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 53

On the road leading to the royal capital, two magical carriages owned by the Hamilton family are running in a row.

I was already surprised by the Hamilton family’s finances when I found out they owned two magical carriages, each costing an eye-watering amount, but now I’m surprised all over again.

“Are you okay, Ana? Are you tired? If you’re thirsty, just let me know right away. I have some chamomile tea that Marie gave me.”

While showing the magic bottle entrusted to me by Marie, my husband sitting across from me speaks to me with a refreshing smile.

“Tea is nice and all, but cookies are the best, right? Hey Eugene, bring out the cookies!”

“Alright! Ana’s cookies are the best!”

“Yay! Eugene, woohoo!”

“Hoo hoo!”

Since it’s just me and my husband in the carriage, the trio of spirits are also relaxing and teasing us.

Damn it! You’re getting more and more corrupted by the mundane world!!

Isn’t it fine to just use the names “To,” “Ri,” and “O” already?

It’s already been five days since my husband became what they call a “newborn Eugene.”

At first, I thought it was some kind of joke, but it seems he’s serious.

It was on the second day of the carriage journey that I confessed everything I couldn’t remember.

As expected, being stuck in a confined space with a person who suddenly transformed without any explanation was too terrifying.

At first, I endured the awkwardness of saying “I don’t remember,” but when we were alone in the carriage, there was no way to avoid it.

At first, my husband was really disappointed that I didn’t remember anything, but he kept asking persistently, “Are you sure you didn’t hear anything? Are you sure?” and finally explained it to me.

It is said that I gave my husband a “trial period to become a real couple.”

Recently, I’ve been thinking, “Has my husband softened up lately to promote our happy marriage?”

However, I never imagined that my husband actually wanted to become a real couple with me.

After all, that’s what it is, right?

It means you’ve realized it, right? The “succession issue.”

Yes, initially I thought my husband had a mistress when I married him. In that case, it wouldn’t be a problem if we had a loveless marriage.

As long as the mistress properly gives birth to a child who carries your husband’s bl00d, you just need to register that child as the child of your legal wife, Anastasia.

However, my husband didn’t have a mistress. It seems he has no intention of having one either.

When I first heard that, I thought, “Huh? So, what about the successor?”

I did think about it, but since it was more convenient for me, I smoothly took the conversation to a white marriage.

There’s no way the head of a noble family wouldn’t think about an heir. I thought that once the dust settled, he would divorce me and either have a child with his new wife or adopt one from the relatives.

However, one day I realized.

“This person really didn’t think anything through, did they?”

And. At least at that point, I probably wasn’t really thinking about anything.

My husband has a side that can’t be measured by noble standards, for better or for worse.

Actually, I was prepared for the day when we would eventually face the heir issue, and I had developed a certain attachment to my husband to the extent that I thought, “It might be a bit unpleasant if I’m called a mistress at this point…” But I never imagined that he would come up with the idea of “becoming a real couple with me.”

Yeah, it’s simple, but… No, but, it’s too late now… No, no, no, huh? But, no, no…

Eeeh! For now, it’s on hold!!

Since it was the second time traveling by the magic carriage, the journey itself went very smoothly.

During the break when we stop the carriage, since Marie and Dahlia, who are in the following carriage, are with us, we enjoy chatting and taking a little stroll around the town.

“Look, Ana! The castle and the town are coming into view!”

Looking in the direction my husband was pointing, I could indeed see the castle and buildings of the royal capital in the distance.

…but, surprisingly, I feel absolutely nothing.

The carriage continued to rattle along, but the atmosphere of the royal capital just didn’t seem to suit me.

“Welcome back, young master, madam.”

In front of the mansion, Sebastian was welcoming us with a smile.

Ah, seeing Sebastian’s face makes me feel like I’ve returned to the royal capital.

When we entered the mansion, Michelle, Desiree, and Iris were all there to greet us in the entrance hall, and Hans and Nabal, having heard that we had returned, also came running.

I didn’t feel anything at all about the capital city or the castle, but this mansion and all the servants feel truly nostalgic.

I was so happy that I wanted to run over and say, “Everyone, I’m home!!”

But here, it’s not a cheerful “I’m home,” is it?

Yes, here.

“Yes, I’m back.”

Saying that, I smiled gracefully.

Alright, until the night party showdown—three days left.