My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 59

When the evening party officially began and it was time for conversation, just as I had anticipated, my husband and I were surrounded by many nobles.

From surprisingly kind people (maybe your husband’s friends?) to those who are openly spiteful, all kinds of nobles have gathered.

There were more than one or two people trying to somehow separate me from my husband, but he never left my side.

For example, the young lady who invited me with a beaming smile, saying, “Since we’re here, why don’t we have a fun chat among women? I have many friends I’d like to introduce to you.”

Hey, you’re part of Christina’s group, right? You were one of the participants at that tea party, which was really just a “Gossip and Bash the Sister-in-law Party,” weren’t you? I haven’t forgotten your face or your name.

If I follow them around, a group of young ladies will surround me and either make snide remarks, embarrass me, or accuse me of something I didn’t do.

I kind of want to just follow them and take out Christina’s entourage all at once, but I don’t have time to deal with the underlings today. What a shame.

That said, if you ask whether it’s good for a couple to stick together the entire time during the evening party, of course, that’s not a wise strategy.

After all, men have their own social circles, and women have theirs. If I were to tag along to such an occasion, it would only tarnish our reputation as a couple who can’t read the room.

Just when I had managed to deal with the nobles who had been flocking around, as expected, I was called by the master.

I heard you want to introduce me to the nobles of the neighboring country, but when I glance over at your group, it looks like only the men are talking.

Perhaps there are business-related matters involved; many nobles still do not approve of women joining such occasions.

Judging that it would be better not to join them there, I urged my husband to go alone.

We have already made arrangements for how to handle such situations. If we end up acting separately,

1. Never leave your husband’s sight.

2. Absolutely do not go outside the venue.

3. If anything happens, immediately summon the spirits.

I have been told to strictly adhere to these three things. Is this overprotective?

It seems my husband didn’t want to part from me at all, and when the others saw him reluctantly being taken away by his friends, they all chuckled. How embarrassing.

However, the fact that I am so well cared for by my husband in high society also helps to protect me.

…Well, for some people, it can also lead to provocation…

I’ve been feeling not only curious glances but also sharp, resentful ones since earlier.

I chatted a bit more there and then decided to move to a different spot while keeping an eye on where my husband was. This place is too conspicuous, so I want to move closer to the wall. Aim for being a wallflower!

I was probably distracted by thinking about such things and my husband’s position. I noticed a young lady approaching me with unnatural speed a moment too late.

To the young lady who blatantly bumped into me with her shoulder, I quickly braced my legs and lower abdomen to maintain a beautiful posture. The young lady bounced back.

As a result, I didn’t stumble at all, while the young lady ended up leaving unsteadily, her legs all tangled up.

Hmph, with the training from Michel’s book, I have no blind spots!!

So, from my perspective, there was absolutely no damage, but it seems that my husband clearly saw the whole scene.

The master furrowed his brow and, without even trying to hide his anger, strode up to the young lady and opened his mouth to speak, so she hurriedly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Sir, that young lady must have been in the ultimate state, enduring her discomfort.”

I whispered softly, but my husband turned red when he saw my hand. His innocence never changes.

Nevertheless, it seems that his ears were picking up my words clearly. When his brain understood the meaning, he burst out laughing.

“…Buh, go, the restroom…”

“Isn’t this an emergency?”

When I mischievously smiled and looked up, my husband’s cheeks finally relaxed.

“Understood, if Ana says so, then that’s fine. Sorry for leaving you alone.”

“No. Speaking of which, it seems your husband is calling you from over there…”

“What? Ah, the Marquis of Westin? I can’t very well not go.”

“Don’t worry about me, go ahead, my dear husband. Rest assured, I will cleanly brush off any sparks that come my way.”

“That’s a concern in itself… but taking him to Marquis Westin’s place seems complicated. I’ll return as soon as possible. Wait in a safe place.”

Saying that, my husband kept glancing back at me while walking away.

You seem busy, dear.

As I was once again contemplating how difficult it must be to inherit the title of count at such a young age, a new young lady appeared before me.

What is this, a knockout tournament? Am I participating in a ball or a martial arts competition?

The opponent in the finals will probably be Christina…