“Aaaa...!”Einer woke up with a start, he spontaneously opened his eyes and looked around-looking for the source of the sound that had just echoed disturbing his sleep.When Einer looked around, he found that it was not his room-and Chelsea was already sitting under the bed with a shocked and frightened look.“Chelsea?” Einer tried to help Chelsea who he thought was screaming because she fell off the bed. But just as she moved a little towards Chelsea, the girl suddenly staggered back with a wary face.“Who are you?” said Chelsea, asking.Einer was petrified with surprise and a confused look. “Chelsea? I’m Whis-““Why are you in my room?”“Huh? What’s wrong with you-““Why are you in my bed?”Einer did not answer. He was confused by what was happening right now, and why Chelsea was cheering him on like a stranger.What happened when she was sleeping?“Chelsea, listen to me.”“Don’t come any closer!” Einer was petrified for a moment when Chelsea said so, but she could not stay still-sh

After returning the horse to its stable, Einer was called to the dining room for lunch.It wasn't usually like this, but when he saw Chelsea's presence there-he finally understood if the waiter told him to come to the dining table immediately."Good afternoon, Einer," Chelsea said, with a faint smile wrapped in awkwardness.Einer only returned it with a simple smile. There was still an awkward and stiff atmosphere between him and Chelsea. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Chelsea hadn't lost her memory.Because it must have made Chelsea feel that Einer was still a new person to her."Sorry, I'm being a bit awkward. Even though you are my own husband."Ah, Einer almost forgot. She also seemed to have to get used to Chelsea treating her like the girl's real husband."No problem, Chelsea."Einer saw that the girl just smiled and then sat down to wait for the food to be served. It seemed like they would freeze in awkwardness if Einer didn't make a move, unlike the past where Chelsea wa

True to Oscar's advice, Einer actually cut off his long hair that almost touched his neck. Einer polished his face and shaved off the unnoticeable beard on his chin and upper lip.Einer knew he had a handsome face, but he had never felt that it was something to be proud of. To be more precise, Einer didn't feel that a single inch of his body was something valuable, except for his life.Perhaps for this reason, Einer was quite uncomfortable when he returned home, and many servants would steal glances at him while whispering words to other colleagues with a smile on their face.This was something Einer had experienced many times before, when he was still in his golden age of being the number one entertainer in Dioxatine. People looked at him with a mesmerized look, talking about him from mouth to mouth. Einer felt uncomfortable, but he continued on his way until it stopped when he almost bumped into the Baron coming from the direction of the stairs."Good evening, sir," greeted the man,

After that night, Einer did not see Chelsea for a day. Even until the day changed, Einer still hadn't seen Chelsea's face.When it was time to take the medicine, Chelsea said she would take it so Einer left it in front of Chelsea's room door.Chelsea kept her word, but Einer didn't understand why she felt like she had been avoided by Chelsea since that night.Einer became silent and pondered in front of the mirror. "Did I push her hand too hard?" asked Einer, trying to introspect herself and recall what she had done. But all he came back with was a question mark that would only buy more time.Einer also fixed his clothes. He was already prepared with his white shirt and black pants-Today he planned to go to study something that would certainly be useful in the future.Einer opened the door, he went down the stairs and to his surprise-coincidentally he bumped into Chelsea who had also just finished going down the stairs-with probably the same destination as Einer, the dining room.Ins

Amelia invited Einer to sit down, he was immediately treated to the high-class service of the host's servants. Sumptuous food was provided, even complete with wine whose brand name was too luxurious even for the ears to hear. Einer couldn't resist because it was his first time. He was flabbergasted. This was what it was like to be served by people who were not just chosen. "Since this is the first time we're meeting officially, let me entertain you with the best dishes in this place," Amelia said, as if reading Einer's gaze who looked confused surrounded by a lot of expensive food. "Please eat what you want to eat, and then we'll talk." Einer grasped the fork and knife in both hands, then something held him back as he was about to cut into the half-baked meat. He glanced at Amelia, as if he wanted to make sure of one thing before eating the expensive dish that the stranger had served him for free. Amelia was again able to catch the intent that Einer implied from his eyes. She