My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 74

“That’s right. While talking about this, I remembered that I have something to apologize to Ana for.”

The princess, to me? In this situation?

“On the day of the party, I was in the adjoining room to Alex’s dressing room, right? I didn’t hear the beginning part because the door was properly closed, but I did overhear a bit of the latter part.”

On that day, Her Highness the Princess, who was waiting for the right moment to make her entrance in the continuation room, apparently enjoyed tea with her attendants while leaving the reconnaissance of the venue to Ria-chan.

And then, upon receiving the report from Ria-chan, Prince Alphonse learned that he was heading this way, and out of concern, he slightly opened the door and peeked in.

“Not at all. I wasn’t talking about anything that would cause trouble if you heard it, and I only have feelings of gratitude for Your Highness’s help. Please don’t worry about it.”

Indeed, we were discussing quite a lot of private matters, but honestly, it’s all information that could be found out if someone really wanted to.

Just because I was asked doesn’t mean it’s something particularly troublesome.

If you say you were eavesdropped on intentionally, it would make me feel bad, but I can tell that it clearly wasn’t the case.

“Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that. So, it’s a bit impolite to bring up something I overheard, but there’s something that’s been on my mind…”

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Yes, there was talk about the marquis, right? That was about Marquis Feiler, wasn’t it?”

When I looked at my husband in response to the princess’s question, he answered on my behalf.

“Yes, that’s right. My grandmother’s maiden name was Najenda Feiler. She was the second daughter of Baron Feiler.”

“Yeah. Just as I thought… You know, earlier I mentioned that some of the Feyam people stayed right there, right? Actually, that place is the territory of the Baron of Feyam.”

Huh? So, that means the people of the Marquisate are descendants of Feyam, which means that the husband of their granddaughter is…

“Does that mean, in other words, that you are a descendant of the Feyam?”

“That’s how it will be.”

So easily!?

“Moreover, the family that governs that territory, the Feiler Marquessate, is descended from the ‘Spirit Priestess,’ so Count Hamilton is of the Spirit Priestess bloodline. It’s extremely rare for a male to be born from the priestess bloodline, right? It’s rare!”

Se, a spirit priestess? Another new term has come up!

Wait, wait, my brain can’t keep up.

“Excuse me, I’m having a bit of trouble understanding, but who exactly is this spirit priestess?”

My husband furrows his brows and complains.

Ah, good. I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep up.

“The priestess of the spirits is a priestess who has been protecting the princess for generations and serving as a bridge between the spirits and humans. It is said that after the princess returned to the spirit world, the land was entrusted to her… But… doesn’t the Earl of Hamilton, who is supposed to be the one involved, know anything from his parents?”

The princess seems to be tilting her head in confusion, but as someone who grew up in Fairfanville, I somewhat understand the feelings of my husband’s mother, who didn’t want to talk in detail about the spirits.

“I haven’t been told anything. I found out about the spirits and the Feyam on my own, and I couldn’t even see the spirits until I married Ana.”

“Is that so…? I don’t know the details either, but it seems that the Feiler Margrave Territory is somewhat unique even within Fairfanville. The old spirit faith is deeply rooted there, and they probably take pride in being descendants of the Feyam.”

I wonder what it is. I was supposed to be searching for information, but as I get closer to the truth, an inexplicable sense of fear wells up inside me.

“If Ana’s mother is a distant relative of Baron Feiler, then it’s no wonder Anna has such a high affinity with that spirit. Nowadays, the bl00d of descendants is becoming thinner and thinner, so it’s rare to see such strong bl00d. Could she be a beloved child of the ancestor-reversion type?”

“Um, it’s like a throwback to our ancestors, or rather, in my case, my mother was also able to communicate with spirits in the same way…”

“Two generations of parents and children? That’s a rare case. In that case, it might be more about bloodline than being a beloved child, right? Beloved children themselves don’t come around that often…”

Princess Carmilla is muttering to herself while deep in thought.

As I sat there feeling anxious, my husband’s hand gently placed itself on my head.

“Husband…”

“It’s okay, Ana. I’m me, and you’re you. Nothing has changed.”

Just like that, I’m patted on the head.

When my husband says that, it’s strange how I start to feel that way too.

Well, that’s true. It’s not like anything is going to change from now on.

…or rather, isn’t it your husband who is more shocked by the revelation than I am?

“Sir, it seems she is a descendant of a priestess.”

“Ah, I see. It doesn’t feel real.”

My husband is quite a big deal, isn’t he……?