It Feels Like I’m About to be Divorced, But my Husband is My Favorite

Episode 80

Euclid looked puzzled, as if asking what the other meant. The Tower Master, slightly awkward but unable to hide his anticipation, asked,

“You know, the magical carriage. I said I’d send you a new one, but I want my carriage returned. Did you ask about that?”

“Yes, I asked.”

“And what did she say?”

“She said it’s fine.”

“What? Why on earth!”

Unlike the indignant Tower Master, who practically jumped in frustration, Euclid’s expression had relaxed noticeably after forcing down the medicine.

The Tower Master, now a little annoyed despite having provided the medicine, muttered,

“I even gave the medicine for free. Can’t you try persuading her again? If you’re the one to suggest switching, she’ll definitely agree immediately.”

Euclid narrowed his eyes at him.

“You’ve mentioned doing a lot of business with the Basilian Duchy. I assume you’ve also sold Tower goods to the Duchess?”

“Of course! Your wife isn’t just part of the Basilian Duchy; she’s one of the Tower’s VIPs!”

“Then why do you speak as though you know her so well? How can you be so confident she’ll listen to what I say?”

Ah, caught again!

Although Euclid always appeared indifferent, his sharp tone was particularly piercing today. The Tower Master, trying not to show his unease, shamelessly raised his chin and changed the subject.

“Look, I’m even willing to take a loss and give you two magical carriages. Just return my carriage.”

“That might be the strangest thing you’ve ever said, Tower Master.”

“Hey!”

More baffled by the claim of taking a loss than any verbal misstep, the Tower Master shouted in frustration, his face showing he genuinely couldn’t understand. Euclid let out a faint chuckle but said nothing more.

Conversations with the Tower Master rarely hit the crux of the matter, often meandering aimlessly. Today was no different, so Euclid didn’t want to waste any more effort.

Seeing this, the Tower Master looked exasperated but held back, knowing he had something to gain.

“Come on, just float the idea. Say it’s because of the free medicine. Try convincing her to switch.”

“If you offer two carriages, the Duchess will find it even stranger…”

Recalling Evgenia’s puzzled reaction when he mentioned sending a new carriage, Euclid unconsciously smiled. The Tower Master noticed and muttered irritably, “This couple, really…”

At that moment, the sound of confident footsteps stopped outside the door.

“Your Grace, are you inside?”

Startled by Evgenia’s voice, the Tower Master flinched and turned his head.

Euclid had already risen from the sofa and was neatly fixing his attire. Seeing this, the Tower Master’s face twisted even more.

“Why don’t you speak to her directly since she’s here?”

“What? No way!”

The Tower Master scowled and rejected Euclid’s suggestion. Worried that Evgenia might overhear, he whispered,

“I’ve found her annoying ever since the beginning and don’t even want to see her face. Still, make sure to ask her about the carriage, okay?”

Then, as if afraid he’d be caught, he vanished without a trace.

“Your Grace?”

Evgenia’s voice called out again. Euclid quickly walked to the door and apologized.

“Sorry. I was momentarily distracted.”

“It’s fine. It’s not urgent. I just thought it’d be nice if we went to dinner together since it’s about time.”

“Yes, let’s eat together!”

“Dinner!”

Evgenia wasn’t alone. Standing on either side of her were his nephews, who’d been clinging to her like shadows lately.

‘They must’ve come to find her again,’ Euclid thought. It seemed likely.

Even before he understood why the children were so attached to her, the situation had made him uneasy. And now that he knew the full context, his feelings were even more complex.

Euclid recognized he should feel grateful to Evgenia. After all, the children likely had some idea of their current circumstances. Yet they still approached her with such bright faces, thanks entirely to her influence.

But Euclid’s heart couldn’t help feeling heavy and conflicted.

He hadn’t anticipated that Evgenia would grow so close to his nephews—an oversight on his part. Unexpected events had piled up, leading the children to adore her this much.

The problem was that he understood why all too well.

‘If it were me…’

The thought slipped out as he noticed her gaze. Evgenia frowned slightly, staring at him. Then, tilting her head, she murmured, “Blood…?”

Euclid froze.

Carefully tucking the blood-stained handkerchief into his pocket, he thought, I’ve always dealt with blood separately. Did she catch a whiff of it somehow?

Unable to blink, he stayed tense until Evgenia reached toward his lips, hesitated, and then withdrew her hand.

At that moment, his heart sank and then pounded again.

Unaware of his turmoil, Evgenia awkwardly smiled.

“Your Grace, your lips are split. I think that’s why you’re bleeding.”

“Ah…”

Finally snapping out of it, Euclid touched his lips. The wound must’ve resulted from enduring pain while using magic.

Evgenia frowned and muttered, “What a waste.”

“…Pardon?”

“I mean, it must hurt,” she quickly corrected.

Her words sounded cold despite their content, as if she wasn’t particularly concerned. Yet her eyes burned with an intensity that suggested she regretted something deeply.

Euclid couldn’t fathom what she found so regretful and offered an awkward smile. Just then, soft giggles rose from below.

Looking down, he saw Marianne gesturing for silence while Dior tried to stifle his laughter with both hands.

When their eyes met, the two children shrieked playfully and darted down the hallway.

Though there’d been nothing especially affectionate or embarrassing about the exchange, Euclid’s ears flushed red, likely due to their reaction.

Evgenia seemed equally flustered. Clearing her throat, she slowly followed the children.

As an awkward tension hung between them, Evgenia suddenly made a small sound as if she’d remembered something.

She glanced at Euclid but hesitated to speak, her lips moving soundlessly.

Euclid’s expression grew serious. Evgenia, who usually voiced her opinions directly, seemed unusually cautious, making him worry about what she wanted to say.

He recalled her earlier apology when she’d said she hadn’t meant to cause trouble. She had avoided his gaze then, appearing slightly timid as she explained herself.

‘She was worried Count Biers might target my brother and sister-in-law.’

Recalling how Evgenia had tried to resolve that situation on her own, Euclid’s expression softened with a bitter smile.

Back then, he’d asked her to leave it to him and trust him…

But since she now seemed to want reassurance for the family’s sake, he resolved not to feel hurt and to ease her concerns instead.

“Have you thought about what I mentioned last time?”

Her voice broke the silence.

“Pardon? About what…?”

Caught off guard, Euclid asked, only for Evgenia to change the subject entirely.

“I suggested appointing my personal guard as the commander of the Rudeon Duchy’s knights and recruiting new knights to properly establish the order.”

It was as though she’d never doubted his reliability for even a moment.