The Duchess of the Attic

Opal and Claude, who returned to the king's capital by boat, went straight up to the royal palace.

Claude said he wouldn't mind just himself because he would be tired, but he wanted to accompany Opal that he was okay.

The chaos caused by the rebels persisted in the royal palace.

The governors seem busy moving around and the nobles are talking about secrets here and there.

When they saw Opal and Claude uniformly, they were surprised and kept away from the smile of not saying whether or not they were two people trying to talk.

"-Hey, Opal. Glad to have you back."

"... I'm very afraid that you can waste your words on me and others like that."

"You're still angry."

Alessandro spoke as if nothing had happened to Opal, who reported back to the capital in the same room he had first worshipped.

Opal smiled and gently folded his knee and bowed his head, but his inner anger seemed to have been properly conveyed.

Yet Alessandro is amused.

"I forcefully decided to use it, and Claude was quite against it. So don't blame Claude."

"I don't blame you for Claude. You took good care of my safety, didn't you? But there is absolutely no such thing, so I don't think I could be relieved. Still, Claude respected my will and allowed me to go to the Duke's Lands."

In short, Claude was respecting Opal's will, not Alessandro, to which Opal replied with a smile.

So he said he wasn't mad at Claude.

Opal continued with Claude's said deep smile.

"However, I regret that I could have stood around better if you had told me in advance"

"No, it will be enough. What more could you possibly have done? But thanks to the help of the Duke of McCloud and his servants, we were able to cut off the rebels without interfering in the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Société."

"I'm Omar, the land manager, and Lubbo, the financier."

"Right. To both of them... especially those who call me Lubbo. Be sure to thank them. Anyway, he even grabbed clear evidence. Now we can finally cut them off. Yeah, let's get something rewarded. Opal, do you have anything you want?

"Then just one thing, may I ask you?

"Oh, what?

Of course Opal didn't need a reward or anything.

I will thank Hubert, Omer, and Lubbo well from Opal at a later date.

Alessandro's arrogant attitude was also necessary and I knew I had no choice.

But it's Opal's creed to do what he decides to do once.

If you look at Claude properly, you laugh as you read Opal's feelings.

"Then let me beat your majesty"

"What?

"You can have just one shot. Of course I don't want anything else."

Alessandro opened his eyes like he was taken aback, but then laughed out loud.

Claude still has nothing to be surprised or stopped.

"Fine. That made me feel scared and unfettered. If you think that you did that for this country, which is not long before you were married, there is nothing you can do to get hit with one or two shots. Come on, it doesn't matter."

That said, Alessandro offers his cheeks.

So Opal moved forward a few steps, and as he approached Alessandro as he sat down, he clenched his fist and shook it down.

"Huh!?

"Opal, are your hands okay?

"I'm wearing gloves, you'll be fine."

"Don't be too impotent."

"I've added and subtracted."

Claude worries about Opal's hand more than Alessandro, who holds his cheek to pain and gives in.

Opal also tried to ignore Alessandro and let Claude, who was worried, open his hand and shake it.

"... Claude"

"Yes, what is it?

"The person you're worried about... is different..."

"It's natural to worry about a weak woman - his wife?

Alessandro leaks dissatisfaction in pain.

But instead of dealing with him, Claude sighed and began preaching.

"You deserve it in the first place. If it's true, I'd like to let you hit me about ten times, too, but I'm patient. Who's in favor of cheating on his precious wife? You won't, will you? Yeah, I didn't. Because I'm not even against it. I took care of it, but I stopped you from joining Opal, didn't I? I did all the assigned roles because Opal would want to. Please don't be any more impotent. Otherwise I'll be in exile."

"... bad"

"Well, that's about it to forgive you. Shall we chill our cheeks, then?"

When Alessandro mouthed what seemed like an apology reluctantly, Claude went to summon a squire to refrain in the next room.

In the meantime, Opal was holding his mouth to indulge in laughter.

"Is it so swollen that it's funny?

"Just a little...... But it's not that noticeable. Unless it's turned red."

Opal was crazy because I haven't heard Claude's sermon in a long time.

Opal used to be well preached as well.

As Alessandro will know, he is deliberately obstinate.

"You look like a couple."

"Thank you"

"I'm not praising you."

"I'm still angry. That you had Claude attacked by a burglar. Other than that, Claude had a lot of dangerous things to do, didn't he?

"... I'm sorry. But you don't regret it. I have a lot of flaws, but I'm confident in identifying people. I don't do things without a chance."

"Aren't you complimenting me?"

When Opal laughed, Alessandro laughed too.

But soon I groan in pain.

That's where Claude came back.

"Now, if you'll excuse us."

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Yes, I did."

"Please take care, Your Majesty. Now if you'll excuse me."

Opal also continued on Claude, who greets him out of the room.

The squire, who has come into the room with ice and other things, is shouting surprises when he sees Alessandro's cheek.

"I hit the chair," Alessandro explained.

"Opal's hands need to cool down, too."

"It's okay."

"It's not okay."

"... ok"

I thought I didn't need to chill without pain, but Claude wouldn't give in.

Looks like Claude of worry, and this time he decided to follow Opal as well.

I know how worried Claude was while he was away.

Opal was also full of worry and anxiety.

It is a miracle that we can be next door now.

Opal held Claude's hand, not Claude's arm, with his painless right hand.

Then Claude seemed surprised for a moment, but immediately laughed out loud.

Opal also laughed out loud again, as if he were a child, and the two joined hands on their way home.