The Marquess's Amnesia

In my husband's bedroom, where I rushed to allow Mr. Frederick to lead the way and to be supported by Elsa, I endured much longer as Elsa supported me in about to fall.

"... who are you?

My husband, wearing a white bandage on his head, said so sorry to see my face.

"Sir, anything is too harsh. Leaving your wife alone like a human scumbag from time to time, no......!

Mr. Frederick, who panicked when Elsa roughed up her voice, blocked Elsa's mouth with one hand. If I could, I would have liked you to act a little faster. As much as Elsa thinks of me, I feel like she made a hell of a tantrum, but fortunately, my husband doesn't look as angry as he is with his confused face.

In search of answers, we turned to Arthur, the lead butler, who had refrained by the bed.

Mr. Arthur, stroking his romance grey hair behind him and dressed neatly in a swallow tail suit, is not like his usual calm, seeping confusion into the same blue eyes as Elsa. The only reason my eyes are the same color is because Mr. Arthur and Elsa are parents and children.

"Apparently, my husband has a bad head and lost his memory. Your wife is stupid, and I don't remember you, your family, your friends, us."

I had no words for what I had not expected. That seemed to be the same for Elsa, and Mr. Frederick's hand was off, but his open mouth wasn't blocked.

"Frederick, I'm calling Master Morgan, so pick him up downstairs and take him with you as soon as possible"

"Yes.... Elsa, watch your mouth, okay?

Mr. Frederick, yes, stabbed Elsa firmly in the nail before leaving the room to pick up Dr. Morgan with the Marquis.

I turn to my husband again. My husband, who I haven't seen in six months, has a neighborhood under his eyes looking kind of terribly tired, and he looked like he had no heart or a little bit of a crush.

But the cold look that was directed at me wasn't there and he looked troubled. I usually thought I was a little scared, but my husband today looked like the same little kid Cedric. How thoughtful would it be to think of your current husband's mood, who doesn't know who he is and doesn't know about the people around him?

I took a sneak, deep breath and then never spoke to my husband.

"Yes, it's fine. Sir."

After I said it, what are you talking about, I wanted to cry.

This is happening because it's not okay. Nothing is okay where I said "okay" in the first place. My husband and I met each other when I looked up surprised to see something touching my hand that I was unconsciously holding my skirt, which was bothering my head to hang more other thoughtful words. If you look at your hand, there was my hand wrapped in your husband's hand.

My husband's hand hardened me to the unlikely fact that he was holding my hand.

"Is it true that a beautiful woman like you is my wife?

"Hih."

There's a serious weird voice in the lady. Arthur, who usually gets a gentle embarrassment with his "wife," also opens his mouth and looks at his husband. Elsa is nibbling for some reason.

Hardening me elsewhere. My husband took my hand and dropped his mouth just touching its back.

"I'm a flirtatious husband who even forgot about you, but please, can you tell me your name?

"Oh, uh"

My husband's beautiful face looked at me with no heart or by accident, and that's what I was begged to do.

I didn't know how to be good and looked back at Elsa for help. Elsa stroked my back, saying, "It's okay," when I put her back in the maid who was nibbling but could quickly give her a look. I got the courage in that hand, and I got my hand back from my husband's hand, picked my skirt, folded my hips, and lowered my head as elegantly as I could to look like a lady.

"My name is Liliana Catherine du Alwin-Luterford"

For the first time in practice I named myself besides Elsa and Mr. Arthur. Once again, my husband took my hand when I woke up relieved that I was glad I could say it without biting. Now my husband is wrapping my right hand in both hands.

"Liliana"

For the first time in my marriage, my husband called me by name.

On top of that, I held my hand and wondered if it had been pulled a long time. I was sitting next to my husband for some reason.

"So, sir...?

The hell, I have no idea what's going on. Neither Elsa nor Mr. Arthur have any indication that they can help.

"Liliana, I'm a flirtatious husband who has also forgotten about you, my wife, but please stay out of sight?

My husband said he was holding my shoulder for a long time and trying to peek in from the bottom.

I couldn't wait to find myself reflecting my face bright red in the same bright blue eyes as the sky. I leaned down to escape and exhaled softly to calm myself down.

"There's no way I'm going to judge your husband."

The opposite is likely to happen from now on, but it can never just be that I can discern my kind husband, who lets his wife live one life without liberty, which is only a decoration.

"What a sweetheart you are. Thank you, Liliana. Your words alone have taken me somewhere."

My husband smiled all the time. You're right, I found a relief seeping through my husband's eyes that I couldn't hide enough.

My chest got painful thinking if I were in my husband's shoes. I don't know who I am anywhere, and I don't remember everyone coming to me with a voice. Surrounded by strangers in strange rooms. How horrible is that? On the contrary, your family, who are supposed to be able to remove your husband's anxiety, is in a territory far from the king's capital. If I were you, I would have cried because I was horrible and horrible. In doing so, it may be that I can't help wanting to be treated like a servant or a friend with a different title.

I feel sorry for my unreliable wife like this, but I also tried to smile as much as my husband could to give me back my usual favors, meaning rest assured.

"If I could relieve you, it would be most important. I'm your wife, but I'm with you, so please tell me what it is."

"... thanks, Liliana"

My husband laughed happily.

And once again, when my husband tried to open his mouth, Mr. Frederick brought me Dr. Morgan, the attending physician, with the sound of a concon and a knock. Mr. Arthur will pick you up and you two will come inside.

Dr. Morgan is about the same age as Mr. Arthur. I have gray-haired, cross-colored hair tied to one behind my neck, and I store the same color of moustache as my hair. He's wearing round glasses, and he's always smiling gently. By the time I couldn't eat, didn't talk, and had a fever, I was asleep, I was very helpful.

"Sir, this is Morgan Pritzel, our attending physician. I will sit with you as our attending physician since before your husband was born."

My husband seemed to be staring at Dr. Morgan and exploring if there was anything to hook him into his memory, but he immediately seemed to zero his sigh.

"I'm sorry, I don't even know you..."

"No, you shouldn't try to force me to remember. The head is very delicate. I was worried about you, but when did you get along with your wife?"

Dr. Morgan held hands with her husband and broke his face when he noticed me sitting close to him.

"Chi, it's not... this haha"

Suddenly I get embarrassed and I try to get up in a hurry, but my husband won't allow it. I was held shoulder to shoulder by a powerful arm, more and more shaped to snuggle with my husband. My husband's body, covered in knightly muscles, was very disappointing.

"Stay with me, Liliana."

I was whispered in a sweet, low voice to wander in my ear, and I was so surprised that I lost my hips and dressed to lean against my husband. Without my husband's support, I would certainly have rolled over my husband's bed. And my face must have stained so red that I couldn't even hide it.

Dr. Morgan said he was "friendly and above all" when he broke his face to me like that, and when he let Mr. Frederick hold his bag, he took the stethoscope out of it.

My husband gave me a break before I went to bed, so I rushed to look away. Elsa, who was ahead of me, was nibbling, so now I leaned down.

"Hmm, the contents of your body don't seem to be a problem. Then, sir, you hit me in the head, so I'm going to do another test."

That being said, Dr. Morgan asked his husband various other questions, including showing him his fingers and asking him to answer the number of copies, moving the candlelight to the left and right to check the eye movement.

What I've come to know is that my husband has no memory of anything about people, but he didn't lack any of the knowledge necessary to live everyday life, such as the history of the kingdom or the Marquis, the calendar of this country, about climate and place names, how to read letters, how to write, how to ride horses, and how to use dishes. Only memories about people are falling out of place.

"I asked Mr. Frederick as he came here, but his husband slipped his leg and fell, didn't he?

Dr. Morgan asks Mr. Frederick. Mr. Frederick nodded, yes.

"When I was training under the assumption of rainy weather at an outdoor training ground on the Knights' property, I folded avoiding the attack, I was unluckily taken to the rain-soaked ground, and I accidentally hit my head hard on a stone that was on the ground. You all rushed into the infirmary to take charge of your unconscious husband. I woke up about thirty minutes later, but at that time they had already said to me," Who are you, "so I immediately told the Mansion that this was important. Fortunately, there were only His Excellency the Commander and Lady Alphonse besides me."

I look back at my husband. I do have a white bandage wrapped around my husband's head painfully.

"Don't look too closely, Liliana"

That's what my husband said, and they turned me that way. I don't know, but it's unpleasantly decided that something like me would look at my husband indignantly.

"also, sorry, it was impolite......"

I panicked and moved my gaze to my lap. How can I always make people uncomfortable this way? This is why I kept making my stepmother and father feel bad.

Then my husband's big hand was layered on my hand, which was on my lap.

"Chi, no, Liliana. I didn't blame you."

"No, I apologize. Forgive me."

My husband's anger is horrible because it's compelling to go with your beautiful face. I lowered myself and again, begged forgiveness. Then suddenly, with a much stronger force, I held my shoulder more, and when I realized it, it was in my husband's arm. The scent of a refreshing cologne, like blue trees, which seems to belong to your husband, blurs your nose tip.

My husband's big hand stroking my back as if I were a toddler with Pompom.

"I didn't have enough words. The reason I forgot you was because I fell and hit you in the head. It's just too embarrassing."

"Oh, aren't you angry?

My husband shook his head to the side to answer my question.

"I'm not angry. So don't be so frightened, it's okay."

All right, all right, big hands stroked my head. My big hand was so warm, I exhaled relieved knowing I wasn't going to get angry. It was a powerful and warm place in my husband's arms. But as soon as I realized that, I also realized the fact that I was being held tight, and I rushed to let go of my body, but no matter how much I pushed on that thick chest, my husband would be frightened.

And I knew no one would help me. For some reason, I feel like Elsa, Mr. Frederick, Mr. Arthur, and Dr. Morgan are all looking and nibbling at me and my husband.

"Sir, please let me go."

"I don't like it. You're so thin, you're so soft."

"Hey, what did you say..."

I could see my face turning red to the extreme.

"I've forgotten so much about your body, too"

My husband said that very unfortunately for some reason. A big hand stroked my hips softly and I was too surprised to hear a strange voice and rushed to press my face against my husband's chest.

"With all due respect, sir."

I heard Elsa's cold voice coming from behind.

"Your husband only knows your wife's name."

……

I could see my husband tilting his neck without knowing what Elsa meant by words.

"In the past year since my marriage, my husband has never sat down with my wife at work, work, work. Even on the day of his marriage, shortly after the ceremony, he never even left the church with him, and when his husband took him back to the holding room, he changed into knightly clothes and went straight to work."

"No way...... 'cause there's gonna be a reception, right?

I'm just saying that your husband's voice is incredible.

It was Mr. Arthur who answered that question.

"It was sometimes a season when most nobles were being returned to their territories, and my husband said there was no point in doing so, so we didn't have a reception. The wedding itself is attended only by me, Frederick, Elsa, His Excellency the Commander and Lady Alphonse."

Master Alphonse is his husband's childhood tame, deputy division chief of the Knights' husband's division, and what a prince he is to be the next king. I won't get to know Elsa directly because it's the only story she told me. The wedding also left the vale down, and I don't remember how you looked because you were suffering from extreme tension.

My husband didn't even speak too loudly of the shock.

"So please return your wife"

Quick as I can tell, I was in Elsa's arms when I realized.

"E, Elsa?

"Ma'am, Frederick will excuse you."

I chuckled at Elsa. I was blocked in the ear by Mr. Frederick for some reason. And Elsa grinned at her husband when she looked up. It laughed beautifully. You seem to be saying something because your mouth is moving puffy, but with your ears blocked I couldn't hear what Elsa was saying.

"... that's all, sir"

Mr. Frederick's hand came off, and that was the last thing I could hear.

Looking back, my husband, with a face like the end of the world, left the item hanging. The hell, I tried to speak to you about what Elsa told you, but that got in Elsa's way.

"Come on, ma'am. My husband has a more precise test coming up, so let's go back to the room with me."

"So, but my husband..."

"Oh, how sweet your wife is! But it's okay, my husband is just having a little conversation with his past self. And because I'm hitting my head on that, I'm not stupid any more... and I need to see Dr. Morgan no more, not to get into trouble. So go back to your room without interrupting."

You're right if they say so. You must not do anything to your husband's body any more. I nodded honestly to Elsa's words.

I looked back and turned to my husband.

"Sir, Dr. Morgan is such a great doctor. So if you have any anxiety, please tell your teacher immediately."

"... ah, oh"

Pathetically, my husband, his complexion is not very good. I'm sure he's getting sick because of the blow to his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Morgan."

I bowed my head deeply to Dr. Morgan.

"Ma'am, I'll take care of your husband."

"When you calm down, Frederick will come and tell you, so stay in your room until then and rest your mind"

In thanking Dr. Morgan for his kind words and Mr. Arthur for his concern, I bowed my head to my husband before leaving his bedroom behind with Elsa.