บท 192: Scene CXCII — Bleeding Heart of the Soul.

Tall and admirable, her hands even combed his hair back slightly… solely so it was not dishevelled... yet cleanly enough so the wildness of her spouse she so much admired would not be lost.

“… Woman, this thing’s neck… was it made for strangling?? My throat, darn it.” — He said after a while. Annoyed at the tightness around his upper body.

“Hahaha~ You are right… let me get a few buttons loose… Your blouse is to adorn it better.” — Entertained, she helped the spouse who frowned displeased. And for a last time, she observed him carefully, paying attention so nothing was amiss just as her servants would have done, although she could do more than simply correct and analyse…