Armilla nodded at his reply.
It was because of duty, but if he went to search for her every single day, there must be something between Princess Mirabel and him.
Maybe like a love affair. Something sweet.
When faced with a thought she had been avoiding all this time, Armilla wanted to leave. She no longer wanted to continue the conversation.
“I’ll just go out. Rest well.”
Armilla gave Ricardo a brief bow and twisted her body.
‘Are the maids still out there?’
Armilla’s hand, which was about to grab the doorknob and leave, stopped. As she stood still, a low voice came from behind her.
“…… I can’t go out. I’m afraid that if I left now, rumors would spread again.”
“That I am Your Grace’s…… mistress.”
Armilla’s cheeks grew hot as she put the word mistress into her mouth. As she bit her lip, the sound of a stunned, clicking sound came.
“Whose tongue babbles like that? I will have to cut it off.”
“No, don’t do that.”
Armilla said hastily.
Ricardo was merciless and cruel, resembling a bitter winter. He would really cut out the tongues of those who carelessly spoke. Armilla didn’t want others to get hurt because of her.
“It’s my fault for providing an excuse. I don’t have anything to do, so it seems that such rumors are going around. If you give me a job, won’t the rumors subside?”
“I am overflowing with workers. A patient doesn’t have to work. You should only focus on recovering.”
“If so, then.”
Ricardo set Armilla’s book down on the desk.
“Draw a map of the borders of Segolinde.”
Armilla grimaced at the unexpected offer.
There is a map of the entire continent, but each country’s borders are roughly drawn. For security reasons.
In particular, information about Segolinde was highly confidential. Because Segolinde has good weather and fertile soil, all countries covet it.
Arcangelo’s failure to grasp the rugged frontiers of Segolinde forced them to abandon the conquest.
The Emperor instead proposed a peace treaty with Segolinde. For importing livestock products at unconventional prices, they would not engage in conquest activities in Segolinde.
At first glance, it might appear that Segolinde was paying tribute to Arcangelo, but in reality it was the opposite.
There are countless countries that want an agreement with Segolinde. Arcangelo was only a choice from among them.
Therefore, the Emperor promoted the marriage of Ricardo and the princess in the name of solidifying the agreement.
However, the peace treaty between the two countries is now in jeopardy as the marriage has become obsolete.
So Ricardo, who is now in charge of Renato, the border area of Arcangelo, has a headache. He would have to find the princess’s body as soon as possible, but even that was not easy.
“You made an unreasonable request to someone who couldn’t even remember their name.”
Even if the topography is poorly drawn, that’s it. It is uncertain if the map she drew will even have any validity.
“Pretend you didn’t hear that.”
Armilla stared at Ricardo, who showed his back. She grabbed her skirt and spoke to him.
“I can do it. No, please let me do it.”
Armilla grabbed Ricardo. She wanted to do whatever she could. She wanted to be useful to Ricardo for saving her from the snowy mountains.
Ricardo’s short question left Armilla speechless. She curled her lips and bowed her head. Ricardo grinned as he looked at her.
“Didn’t I tell you? Pretend you didn’t hear it. What kind of map are you going to draw when you don’t even remember?”
“Of course, I have no memory of it. But I have the memory of wandering around the border area. It’s strangely vivid.”
Armilla read Ricardo’s dubious gaze and approached his desk. She said, pointing to a corner of the map spread out on the desk.
“Here. There’s a wall of rocks here. From here to here.”
“Yes. And from here, it’s a foggy area. It was cold like there were always rain clouds. I remember how hard it was because the rain didn’t stop even after walking for a long time.”
“And here, oh, this is where I found Your Grace. There were a lot of rocks here too…….”
Armilla, who was busy talking to prove herself useful, stopped when she suddenly realized that Ricardo was quiet. He was looking at her with serious eyes.
Armilla asked, her cheeks blushing under Ricardo’s gaze that seemed to pierce her face.
“Why are you like that?”
“Because you suffered so much.”
Ricardo muttered slowly and took a step closer to Armilla. His long fingers cupped her slender chin. Her purple eyes looking at Armilla shone sharply.
“Why did you come all the way here? For what purpose?”
The speechless Armilla gulped.
Ricardo is in charge of the defense of the border. To such a person, she had confessed that she had crawled all the way here in suffering.
“That, I don’t know. I don’t remember…….”
“Only in times like this, you don’t have your memories.”
Ricardo threw a sneer and released Armilla’s chin. Armilla, heartbroken as she tried to help him, furrowed her eyebrows.
“I just wanted to help.”
Armilla said as she approached Ricardo when he stepped back.
“Do you know how frustrating and upsetting it is to lose your memory? I don’t know my real name, status, or job. Do I have a family? The only person I can rely on is Your Grace. So, I wanted to be of some help…….”
Armilla couldn’t contain her anger and wept.
She was afraid every night and every morning.
Before she fell asleep, she trembled in fear that her memory of today would disappear completely. When she opened her eyes, she had to count how far she could remember.
She wanted to find her memories quickly, but that seemed far away.
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