La fille du duc est celle du chevalier du capitaine (62) jeune femme - Chapitre 112

post facto

Une nuit, it dawned.

For the first time since I dowried Master Wilhelm, I spent the night on the same sleeping table. I woke up first, so I’ll see Master Wilhelm sleeping next door.

I’ve got my eyes closed, but I can still see well that you look ridiculous.

Pour terminer – we’re, we’re tied.

Too happy to stop nibbling. I can’t help but loosen my mouth.

Doucement, touch the white beard. Master Wilhelm frowned like he was just a little tickled.

“mm…”

“Ah… Je suis désolé, did I wake you?

“Non… I slept well. Carole, wasn’t it narrow?

“Oui, Je vais bien”

Same sleeping area, same morning – how happy it is.

But Master Wilhelm was bitterly laughed at and then blocked in the face with his left hand.

As if – you regret it.

“Euh… cette, Carole. Wouldn’t it hurt?”

“… juste un peu”

“… Pardon”

“You will not be apologized for. Because that’s what I wanted.”

Please hold me, and I’m the one who hoped so.

Such was my wish, Master Wilhelm, rempli. That’s happiness above all else. Pour terminer, I thought I could be one…

I have been in love with Master Wilhelm for ten years now. That thought finally came true.

Is there anything else happier?

“Duke may curse him to death.”

“To your grandfather, est-ce?

“He loved Carol. I would never do that to my wife, as I said publicly.”

“bien…”

I don’t really remember your grandfather.

Sûr, I was otherworldly when I was eight. All I could think about back then was Master Wilhelm, and soon after that, I decided to get engaged to His Highness Rayford. If your grandfather had lived, perhaps he would not have even engaged His Highness.

Si c'était le cas, he might have been married around the average aristocratic man, with no breach of engagement from His Highness Rayford. Si c'était le cas, there would not have been a future tied to Master Wilhelm in this way.

Destiny is a complicated thing.

“Duke Ridd and Noon have always been familiar.”

“Oui, I’ve heard they went to school together”

“He has long been a man of the Duke’s family, but he has no idea who he is. Non’s home is nothing but a poor aristocrat on the end when it comes to nobility. Toutefois, he often acted with Non without dealing with any good family members who rubbed off. There was also a part of the Duke’s family that he was reluctant to… He even solved his mind that he didn’t care about the difference in status.”

“… ton grand-père, such”

“Donc, I was also often invited to attend a party that was held at the Duke of Ambrose’s house. After Duke Ridd’s death, I admired him… but while he was still alive, if he said he had plans, he’d reschedule the party.”

Donc, you were close.

Dear Wilhelm, I have never listened to your grandfather before. De cette façon, I also enjoy listening to my late grandfather now.

Mais.

To your grandfather, I have to thank you.

This is how – that you let me and Master Wilhelm make a roundabout.

“Shall we go to Duke Rid’s grave next time? I have to report it to him.”

“Oui, ensuite, I’ll be with you.”

“Properly, just keep in mind that Carol wants it too. Sinon, he’s going to beat me in the afterlife.”

Regarder, and Master Wilhelm laughs.

Your grandfather died eight years ago. If you’re alive, you’re the same age as Master Wilhelm. Toutefois, I put Master Wilhelm down and he died first.

But he never died prematurely. If you cross fifty, it’s not strange whenever you get picked up – that’s common sense. Donc, in the aristocratic family, the idea is mainly to give way to the housekeeper when he crosses fifty.

Master Wilhelm is sixty-two years old.

Whenever the demon hand of the Reaper strikes, it’s not a strange age.

“Dear Wilhelm…”

“Quoi de neuf?

“J'ai peur, son…”

“mm?”

On Master Wilhelm’s arm, tangle my hands.

I’m trembling. He said he was at the top of his happiness and he was more than happy.

I’m anxious, anxieux, and my mind is going to be anointed.

“Heureux… but I wonder if this happiness will one day end…”

“Carole……”

“I know there isn’t, aimer, a need to be anxious. C'est juste… Toujours, when Master Wilhelm dies, just imagine… my chest is bitter and I can’t wait…”

Only age can keep up with Master Wilhelm no matter how hard I try.

Pourquoi, Dieu.

Have you made me and Master Wilhelm travel to the world in years so far apart?

Suite, Suite, closer…

And Master Wilhelm smiled.

“Carol.”

“Oui……”

“People die one day, nobody. I don’t know when I’m going to die.”

“Oui…”

“But everyone does. No matter how young and healthy he was, he could die tomorrow after being hit by a carriage. No matter how happy the young couple were, one of them could die tomorrow from lightning strikes.”

“Hein…”

“Then it’s the same. No one knows when to die. If only we were happy with each other until we die one day.”

……

Sûr, vous avez raison.

Even I don’t know when I’m going to die. Maybe he’ll die before Master Wilhelm.

They’re all the same.

Master Wilhelm doesn’t have a zero chance of living to be a hundred. Even if I don’t get twenty, it’s not zero.

Puis – c'est le même.

“… Dear Wilhelm”

Juste un peu, my heart is lighter.

Even if we’re not in the same shape, we’re a couple. Until the time one of them dies, they’re a couple.

Then until then.

je – I want to be happy.

“Je vous aime”

“Neither does Non. Je vous aime, Carol.”

Donc.

Jusque là, please make me happy – Master Wilhelm.