Count Clemence came in the morning to protest against leaving the banquet hall like that last night. It was a great discourtesy barge in since the Duke and his wife got married yesterday.

But the Count didn’t care about such courtesy. He only had the idea of finding fault with the Duke somehow and taking advantage of him.

Raven didn’t want to wake her up. She was sleeping soundly beside him and he didn’t want to deal with such an unpleasant thing in their bedroom. He dressed carefully and took the Count somewhere else to talk.

“What did Count Clemence say?”

“Nothing much. As usual, he demanded money.”

On the surface, the Count seemed to want to promote the business together, but in reality, that was far from the truth. The Duke pressed his temple in annoyance. Money wasn’t a big concern for him. But there was nothing as good as money to keep a title.

The Duke of Linerio had so many things that could be called money.

“Did you tell her?”

“No, I just told madam that you were out on business.”

“Okay.”

That was all she needed to know. He didn’t want to tell any of this to her since he could deal with it on his own.

Raven was on his way upstairs to his study when he suddenly stopped midstep. His eyes were fixed on the bloody rags that the maid was holding as she exited the study.

“…what are those bloody rags?”

“Oh, hello master.”Pillen bowed quickly when she heard Raven’s voice,

“Madam got a nosebleed in the study.”

“A nosebleed?”

Raven’s eyes frowned. She was sleeping pretty well before he came out this morning.

“Did you call a doctor?”

“I called the Duke’s family doctor.”

“…we have a family doctor?”

A trained warrior would rarely get sick. It was no exaggeration to say that Raven was the strongest among them. Thanks to this, the Duke’s doctor lived an idle life, playing and eating until Molitia arrived.

“There is. The doctor said there’s nothing wrong, so he just prescribed some medication for anemia.”

“…She bled, and there’s nothing wrong with it?”

The words were not right. In Raven’s memory, the only people that bled were people that were critically ill.

“Is it true that she’s really okay? The doctor isn’t a quack right?”

“Not everyone is as healthy as you are. Madame has a weak body.”

“Where is she now?”

“Madame just finished eating and is in her study.”

“In the study? Didn’t you say she had a nosebleed?”

“I was worried about that too, but she insisted on going all the way to the end and finishing her work.”

Before the butler had finished, Raven had stepped up the stairs to the study. He thought he should see her and check her out.“Molitia,” she stopped writing as a strange voice called out her name.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“Sit down.” (Raven)

He strode over to Molitia, who was about to get up, and he picked up a cloth with blood. It saddened him to see when he saw that her cheeks were paler than it was earlier this morning.

“It’s bloody.” (Raven)

“It’s not a big deal. It was just a minor nosebleed.” (Molitia)

“Isn’t bleeding a big deal?” (Raven)

His hand caressed the Molitia’s cheek gently. A line formed on his forehead as his hand came in contact with her cold cheeks.

He was sure he touched her with his hand. He was afraid that if a breeze came, she would disappear like a mirage.

“It’s really okay…” (Molitia)

“Let’s call it a day.” (Raven)

Raven took the pen from her hand.

“Not yet.” (Molitia)

“If you push today’s work to tomorrow, the Duchy won’t fall.” (Raven)

“That’s true.” (Molitia)

Molitia, who was cut off by Raven’s words of confidence, smiled.

“Did you take medicine?” (Raven)

“No, not yet.” (Molitia)

“Not yet?” (Raven)

He knew it’s been a while since she’d eaten. Raven looked at her. She was particularly insensitive to her own body, and it displeased him.

He was nervous just watching her hold that pen since the pen almost looked much larger than her slender wrist. Raven sighed softly. If she doesn’t take care of herself, he has no choice but to take care of her himself.