My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 82

“……Take it off.”

In my anger, I ended up making a remark like some lowly prince.

Come back, my vocabulary!

“Christina! That’s Anastasia’s dress, isn’t it!? What have you done…?”

My brother-in-law, who chased after me from behind, seemed to have grasped the situation and understood what had happened. He looked extremely pained after dealing with the bizarre actions of my biological father and biological sister in quick succession.

“No, that’s not it, big brother. This dress originally belonged to me. It was taken from me by my sister-in-law!”

As expected, that’s impossible!

See, the size doesn’t even fit!!

This dress is meticulously designed to look its best only when I wear it. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the dress is, it doesn’t look right on anyone else.

I am slightly taller than Christina and overall slimmer.

Yes, it is all about the whole.

Never, never, it’s not that I’m losing in chest volume.

“Why are you saying such nonsensical things? That is undoubtedly something I gave to Anastasia. It doesn’t belong to you.”

My husband says with a cold expression. He’s holding back quite a bit, but I think he’s really angry too.

“Really! Eugene-sama, weren’t we supposed to get married? Look, this dress in Eugene-sama’s color suits me much better than it does my sister-in-law, doesn’t it?”

Stirring up men’s protective instincts is Christina’s specialty.

With tears welling up in her eyes and her head tilted slightly, she looks incredibly cute, even to me as a woman.

Feeling a bit uneasy, I looked up at my husband’s profile, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

“Don’t cry. You’ll stain Anna’s dress.”

Spicyyyーーー！！

“Christina! Anyway, take off that dress. I’m really sorry, Jean and Anastasia. Anyway, I’m taking Christina with me…”

My brother-in-law, looking quite pale, hurriedly tries to rush over to Christina.

Nice job, brother-in-law.

Anyway, please strip that woman Christina of her dress as soon as possible. At this rate, I’m too worried about the dress to act carelessly.

“Don’t come here!!”

When my brother had closed the distance to about five steps from Christina, Christina drew the knife she had been hiding.

Whoa… another hellish situation again.

“Calm down, Christina. Here, it’s dangerous to hold onto things like that, so hand it over to your big brother.”

“I don’t like it! Why!? Why are you and Eugene always with that woman?!”

Christina screamed like that and brought a knife to her neck.

They must not be used to dealing with blade-related incidents.

Both my brother-in-law and my husband lost their color, but that’s exactly what Christina wanted.

A knife with a blade length of only about 2 inches is only good for sharpening pencils or peeling potatoes.

In the downtown area, everyone has one from around the age of six.

If you point it at people or yourself, adults will scold you severely, and you’ll learn from experience that cutting your finger hurts, so I would never use it like this.

If someone could actually cut their own neck with something like that and die, they would be a pro in that field. Even if Christina had more courage than one could imagine and actually did cut her neck, with those thin arms, a little bleeding would be the limit.

Bleeding? Wait, the dress!!

This is bad. Even if the cut on the neck is shallow, the bleeding is dramatic.

Even though Christina is safe, her dress receives a fatal wound.

“Phos, Kaia, can we take that knife?”

“Of course!”

“You’re so relaxed.”

“Got it… then, I’ll wait until the last minute.”

I secretly talked with Foss and Kaia, then stood next to my brother-in-law.

“Brother-in-law, please leave this to me. Don’t worry, I won’t let Christina do anything to hurt herself.”

…because the dress will get dirty.

I know that leaving it to Foss and Kaia to neutralize Christina here would be the quickest way, but if we do that, Christina will probably come up with something again.

I want to settle this once and for all here.

This is the last time I’ll put up with the farce involving the duke’s family.

When I take a step closer, Christina brings the knife closer to her neck and glares at me fiercely.

“Hey, what good does doing that do?”

“It won’t change anything! It won’t change anything, so both I and the duke family are already finished. So at least, I want you to suffer!!”

I was told something amazing.

“How do you feel? Seeing someone die right in front of you must be shocking, right? It will stick in your memory, and you’ll never be able to forget me for the rest of your life!”

“Do you want me to remember Christina?”

“That’s not it! Why does it have to be like that?!”

………Huh?
“Hey, why do you hate me so much? If you hate me, we should just avoid each other. Why do you have to cling to my new family?”

“…That’s why.”

“Huh?”

“You! You don’t really care about me at all! I’m not the real Kinjirou anyway. You have no value to me. I have more value than you. If everyone thinks that, I won’t be needed anymore!!”

Christina shouted that, then gripped the knife tightly.

“Golden? You mean my hair color? For something like that…”

“That’s not it at all!!”

Christina, who was shouting with her hair all disheveled, suddenly grabbed her own hair.

Slice… and cut it off with a knife