If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 87
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‘Those people haven’t even dated and are worrying about nothing. The commander is perfectly fine, so instead of gossiping, they’d better run an extra lap around the training field.’
The Marchioness’s arrival not only influenced the knights but also affected the new settlers from the Empire and refugees from the Kingdom of Amasril.
Following her schedule, Agatha found time to extend kindness to the new arrivals in Arta, sharing food and listening to their hardships. She was also actively participating in her husband’s reconstruction projects.
After arriving at Arta, Ethan was Initially cautious of getting a reprimand from Cain for acting without orders. But as Agatha increasingly gained favor and smoothly helped the knight’s tasks, Ethan gradually began to boast,
“See, I told you bringing the Madam here was the right move.”.
Whether intentionally or not, Agatha had become genuinely respected among the knights as Marchioness Vernat. It was a significant change from being seen merely as an ornamental figure who might hinder their busy commander.
The peaceful days continued.
The Marquis and his wife, who did their work on their own during the day and stayed in their tent by night, began to find time for excursions. They said they were going to officially scout neglected areas of Arta, though everyone from knights to servants knew these trips were excuses for dates.
They made a charming pair.
Cain’s face would soften so tenderly when he looked at his wife, prompting even the most stoic knights, usually focused only on combat, to wonder, “What is this thing called love that makes a fool of a man? I want to experience it too.”
These knights were once who had proclaimed that loyalty, faith, and discipline as the paramount virtues and rejected the distractions of love games.
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Day after day of happiness made time fly quickly.
Before she knew it, two weeks had passed, and the day for Agatha to return to the capital was drawing near.
She was unsure when she would see Cain again once she left. She was enjoying her happiest moments here that she hoped that day would never come.
To her memory, she had never been as happy as she was now, not even during her earliest years under her parents’ care. Which were shrouded in the haze of childhood memory.
Thus, these days with Cain marked the peak of happiness in her life.
While they couldn’t be together every day, Cain often had to stay late at the camp handling urgent matters as the days passed after her arrival in Arta. Each time, Agatha felt her heart ache at how overloaded his duties must be.
No matter how late it got, she waited up for him, thinking of ways to ease the burden of her husband from his duties.
Finally, the day came for the Marchioness and her entourage to return to the capital. Agatha wished she could stay longer with Cain but had only packed enough for a month. Unlike her, her servants were reaching their limits after enduring many uncomfortable nights.
If Agatha had been a callous noblewoman, she might have insisted on staying longer, but she cared too deeply about her employee’s wellbeing to make such a request.
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On their last night together in Arta, Cain returned to the camp only as dawn was about to break.
“Welcome back, sir. It looks like you had another busy day. To be working until such a late hour…”
“Yes.”
Having stayed up nearly all night out of worry for Cain, Agatha rushed out to meet him as he returned to the camp.
Only to find his expression cold and distant. Even his voice is chillingly sharp.
What has she done wrong? Agatha wondered and spent the entire night watching Cain’s eyes.
As dawn broke and the time came to load her prepared luggage onto the carriage, Cain’s chill had not thawed. The servants, puzzled by his sudden shift, speculated.
Just days ago, the Marquis was inseparable from his wife, clinging to her every moment, and now he was distant again.
They looked for a reason. Perhaps he was upset about getting separated from his wife whom he had held tight in his arms.
If only that were true. Cain remained cold even as Agatha finished her preparations to leave. His tone and expression was so cold that it seemed almost as if a frost was emanating from him.
Agatha wondered if she had stayed too long and had inadvertently disrupted his work. Instead of feeling sad she felt a wave of guilt.
As the carriage was about to depart, she approached him slowly.
