As My Husband Said, I Brought in a Lover Chapter 134

“It seems he will need care through the night. I’ll stay by His Highness’s side, so why don’t you rest with the vice captain, Lady Luize?”

 

“It’s fine. I’m also a healer, so just give me the prescribed medicine, and I’ll take care of him. The other members need your attention too. If the symptoms worsen or anything else happens, I’ll call for you. So you should get a good rest, Robin.”

 

“Yes. Then I’ll leave His Excellency in your care.” Robin handed Luize a crystal bottle filled with pink medicine.

 

“Luize, I’m counting on you,” Maxion said in a subdued voice.

 

“Don’t worry too much. He’ll be fine soon.”

 

“Alright.”

 

As they talked, Ren watched Edward intently from Maxion’s arms with his wide eyes. After a while, Ren shook its head.

 

“Tsts. Ppippik.” [Tsk tsk. Another consciousness blocked the return of his memory, causing a mana clash.]

 

Luize petted Ren’s head as it muttered to itself. “I wish I could understand what you’re saying.”

 

“Ppi.” [Me too!]

 

Robin, who had finished organizing the medical tools, was about to leave the room when he asked Luize with a puzzled look. “Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I’ve seen His Excellency bare-chested. Did you undress him because of the fever?”

 

“Huh? Ah, yes! Of course. His fever was so high, I had to cool him down.”

 

“As expected, you handle things swiftly, just like a healer from Servenia.”

 

“Ahaha, thank you, Robin. Good night, everyone.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Good night.”

 

“Ppii!”

 

Luize awkwardly laughed as she saw them off. Soon, Maxion, Ren, and Robin returned to their rooms.

 

“If they knew I almost did something with someone in such a state, they’d all see me as a beast.”

 

Robin’s praise for her quick response as a healer from Servenia pricked Luize’s conscience. Could she really be called a healer worthy of Servenia’s name when she couldn’t resist temptation and didn’t stop him sooner?

 

Feeling deeply troubled, Luize climbed onto the bed with the crystal bottle. From now on, it truly began. She uncapped the bottle and held the medicine in her mouth. Then she pressed her lips to Edward’s.

 

* * *

The morning sunlight filled the room.

 

“…Mm.”

 

Thick eyebrows twitched, and red eyes, still drowsy, appeared between black eyelashes. Except for the throbbing pain in the back of his head, as if he’d been hit, his body was mostly functional. Though his body felt heavy from the fever he’d had all night, his mind was clearer than before.

 

The lost memories of the past seven years naturally returned to him as he slept. He remembered the night before when his body burned with fever and his headache as if it would split, leading him to lose consciousness. After that, there were vague, dreamlike memories.

 

“…”

 

Edward saw Luize sleeping against him and noted his own bare upper body, free of the nightgown. It seemed she had fallen asleep while nursing his fever throughout the night.

 

“…I took off the nightgown myself.”

 

But that wasn’t all. He had also undone the buttons of her nightgown himself.

 

Edward carefully recalled what he had done the previous night. After piecing together his memories, he knelt with one knee and pressed a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes.

 

“I must have gone completely mad.”

 

Thinking of his actions, Edward was amazed at Luize’s generosity for not only knocking him out but also caring for him afterward. She could have justifiably killed him in his sleep.

 

Edward laid her down gently. Considering his condition and the fact that she had stayed up all night to care for him, it seemed best to delay their departure by a day. He leaned over and kissed her closed eyes.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Soon, he used magic to send a note to Maxion, informing him that they would stay another day and not to disturb him and Luize until late afternoon.

 

 

Lying beside her, Edward intertwined his fingers with hers. “…I’m sorry. You must have waited a long time for me to regain my memory.”

 

A shadow fell over his face.

 

“I’m afraid we’ll have to cancel our plans.”

 

Edward held her hand tightly, wishing time would stop. But fate was not on his side.

 

* * *

The morning of their departure was marked by a brilliant blue sky. Despite the heavy snowfall on the first day, it had been clear since then. The embarrassing incident during Edward’s fever had been resolved with a heartfelt apology from Edward while embracing Luize tightly.

 

“I didn’t mean to go that far. I’m sorry. Though I wasn’t in my right mind, I lost control. You can hit me until you feel better.”

 

“…It’s alright. I didn’t stop you either.”

 

Luize couldn’t admit that if he hadn’t been so overwhelmed, she might have gone through with it even in a rational state.

 

The knights celebrated Edward’s regained memories all day, and Luize was genuinely happy. But Edward, though he didn’t show it in company, often fell into deep thought when alone.

 

Another day passed. Fortunately, the snow had mostly melted around the mansion, making it easy for the knights to move. Hendrik approached Edward.

 

“Haha! Your Excellency, do you really remember everything? Do you know how old you are now?”

 

“I knew that even when I had lost my memory. You’re teasing me too much, Hendrik.”

 

“Ah, right. Then who was the knight who saw a rabbit in Perils and fell over, thinking it was a monster?”

 

“Robin.”

 

“Wow, you really remember!”

 

“Why do you bring that up?!” Robin, who had been listening quietly, shouted.

 

Luize smiled softly and approached Edward. “Edward, are you feeling better?”

 

“Yes. Thanks to you, I recovered quickly. Good morning.”

 

Edward habitually reached for her hand to kiss it but paused and let go instead. Luize, expecting the usual kiss, looked at him curiously. His usual smile appeared on his face.

 

“…many eyes are watching. It seems Ren is still inside the mansion. I’ll go find it.”

 

“Ah, okay.”

 

Was it because his memory had returned? When he was Elliot, he had no hesitation about such gestures, whether in private or public. His sudden change in behavior felt strange.

 

Watching Edward walk back into the mansion, Luize gently stroked the spot where his hand had touched.

 

* * *

“Ppiii—!”

 

Tadadada. Ren dashed around the mansion, enjoying the mana for the last time.

 

“Ren. It’s time to go.”

 

“Ppik!” [Just a little longer!]

 

Edward, who had come upstairs, found Maxion standing there with a troubled expression.

 

“Maxion, you finish preparing to leave downstairs. I’ll bring Ren. It’s easier for someone who can talk to it.”

 

“Yes. I’ll go down first then.” Maxion bowed and left.

 

Tadadada. Kiik— Ren, running down the hallway, stopped before Edward.

 

“Mii?” [Has human Maxion left?]

 

“Yes.”

 

“Ppiippi. Ppippi?” [Human Edward, you don’t look good. You don’t seem to want your memory back. What’s wrong?]

 

“It’s not something you need to worry about. But I have a question.”

 

“Ppithem. Ppitppi!” [Ahem, go ahead!]

 

Standing on its hind legs with a puffed chest, Ren looked at Edward with a proud face.

 

“What did you mean when you said Miss Luize can’t live far from you?”

 

“…Ppik.” […I’m not telling.]

 

“It must be true if you’re hiding it. But Miss Luize lived outside Perils for about three years.”

 

“…”

 

“You won’t answer?”

 

“Ppik! Ppiiii!” [I don’t know! How do I know what you’ll do if I tell you!]

 

Tadadadada. Ren quickly ran to the end of the hall, avoiding further questions. Unlike its previous behavior, it entered a room at the end of the hall and didn’t come out.

 

Edward followed Ren into the room. Ren was sitting alone in the middle of the room, staring at the wall. Edward’s eyes followed Ren’s gaze.

 

“That’s…”

 

“Ppi. Ppippi.” [That’s the previous two dragons in their polymorphed forms. You met them recently, didn’t you?]

 

The large portrait on the wall depicted the same man and woman Edward had seen with Luize in the illusion. The woman had short black hair, and the man had long silver hair.

 

“Do you miss them?”

 

“Ppii. Ppi.” [It’s just fascinating because it’s the first time I’ve seen them. They both died before I was born.]

 

Edward approached the portrait. His eyes stopped at a small inscription beneath the painting.

 

“May our time continue forever.”

 

The handwriting looked oddly familiar. Was it Run’s or Ron’s?