My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 64

“Your Highness! Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not just barge into my room like that!”

The actions of my brother-in-law, who relaxed his shoulders upon realizing it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who entered, and my husband, who instead increased his vigilance and stood in front of me, are contrasting.

Damn it. I haven’t conveyed what was said at the venue earlier.

Surely, with both my brother-in-law and husband here, you wouldn’t do anything strange, right…?

It seems that my husband doesn’t even want me to be in the prince’s line of sight, as he subtly shifts his position in front of me while my brother-in-law and the prince are talking.

It’s overprotective. But right now, that overprotection is appreciated.

Husband, you’ve changed.

Looking at my husband’s back, I reflect deeply.

I wonder if a probation period is something that helps people grow. When I return to the territory, maybe I should try implementing such a system…

“Anyway, it’s one thing when I’m alone, but there are times when we have guests like today. Please refrain from entering until you receive a response.”

“Even though I knocked properly, Alex is so particular. Don’t you think so too, Countess Hamilton?”

His Highness suddenly started talking to me, and then he peeked over from beside my husband.

Ah, I wish my husband were twice as wide, just for now.

“Brother-in-law Alexander is a kind brother-in-law who can show delicate consideration.”

With a modest smile, they give a slightly offbeat response.

In conversations with someone you don’t want to engage with, giving offbeat responses is effective. If you blatantly change the subject or refuse, you’ll earn their resentment, so just keep smiling as if you can’t read the room.

“Hmm…”

His Highness muttered with a bored expression and plopped down on the sofa across from me, where my brother-in-law had been sitting earlier.

When you get this close, as expected of royalty. The sense of intimidation is incredible. Moreover, being stared at so rudely makes it extremely uncomfortable.

At this point, there’s no way to intervene between me and His Highness, and although my husband is clenching his fists in frustration, it’s alright, my dear.

My wife won’t get any less just because she’s seen! I don’t like it, though.

“Hey, isn’t this guy looking at Anna with way too much suspicion?”

“Shall I put out your eyes?”

“While we’re at it, let’s hit the vital points too.”

The spirits that had been floating along with me since the defense battle with Christina made an extremely ominous remark.

At this stage, that’s excessive self-defense, so stop it.

My husband, upon receiving the words of the spirits, gently transformed his clenched fist into a thumbs-up.

That’s why I said to stop!

“Hehe, what are you thinking so deeply about, Countess Hamilton?”

I’m worried about your vital point!!

Not knowing how I feel, the prince continues to look at me as if he were licking me. Stop it. That behavior will eventually come back to haunt you!

Even so, I feel like the way they look at my hair is unusually intense. What could it be? A blonde fetish or something?

“Your Highness, are you perhaps interested in my wife’s dress?”

My husband speaks to His Highness with a smile that barely hides his tension.

Yeah, it’s like saying, “What the hell are you looking at?” in a roundabout way. I get it.

“Oh, what a wonderful dress. Did I underestimate the Hamilton family’s wealth to be able to prepare such a dress in such a short time? Moreover… heh, it’s quite a dress that clearly shows possessiveness.”

It’s a response that’s really hard to reply to.

“This is quite embarrassing. After all, we are newlyweds, so we would be grateful for your understanding.”

Saying that, my husband pulls me close to him again.

Oh! As expected from the Count! It’s easy to forget, but even at such a young age, you’re properly managing the Count family. Yes, yes.

As I continued to smile and stay close to my husband, the prince’s demeanor began to change for the worse.

“Ahh~. Seriously, who was it that said the Earl of Hamilton had no interest in a lady raised among commoners?”

The prince, who grumbles so listlessly, still doesn’t take his eyes off me, but I feel an unsettling sense of obsession in that gaze.

“Well, that’s fine. It’s true that I’m getting tired of things offered with flattery and servility. Taking away what the other person dislikes is also quite entertaining.”

Hey, hey, hey, hey, seriously, Crown Prince?

“Hey, Count Hamilton. How about giving me your wife?”

The faint sound of teeth grinding can be heard from next door.

Oh no, my husband is on the verge of a limit break.

Darling, this is the time to endure! Endure!

While chanting that in my heart, I tightly grasp my husband’s hand.

“Please stop joking, Your Highness. A wife is not an object, and don’t you have a wonderful fiancée?”

Great job!! Your forehead is all vein-y, but you held on well!!

“I didn’t mean it as a joke, you know? Generally, a perceptive noble should understand my intentions the moment I say, ‘Let’s give a dress.'”

Oh, so that’s what it really meant.

To put it mildly, it’s the worst! The aristocratic society is scary.

“On top of that, I declined. I thought my feelings had been conveyed, but?”

My husband isn’t backing down either… but is this really okay? As a noble…

I can’t help but feel that it’s not a good idea for a mere count family to go against the royal family.

Even if we manage to get through this situation with the help of the spirit’s power, it won’t be a fundamental solution.

“Your Highness, could you please stop there?”

My brother-in-law, who had been quietly observing the situation until now, finally spoke up.

———Alexander, dear brother-in-law!!