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The rose garden at the duke’s residence was a garden so beautiful that it was renowned throughout the country.

From the story that the Duke of Levadene created it to propose to his now widowed wife, to the peculiarity that flowers do not bloom all year round, to the price of a single rose.

Would there be an explanation if the story related to this garden is still a hot topic in social circles?

The beautiful and rich garden was receiving a special guest today.

“I think it’s the first time I’ve been here since I was 10 years old. Even though it’s not in my house.”

Agnes said this with a grin.

She was sitting in a wheelchair. Even coming down from the third floor of the mansion to this place was still difficult.

Duke Levadeine patted Agnes on the shoulder with a sad face and said,

“Do you remember? When Leah was alive, didn’t the three of you eat refreshments here?”

“Of course. I still remember the taste of the cookies I ate back then.”

“Agnes… !”

Duke Levadein’s eyes became wet.

Deltan felt an indescribable sense of disconnect from that scene.

Meanwhile, Cargo spoke to Deltan with an expression full of impatience.

“Ship, Count… Now slowly.”

“I know.”

Just right.

When Deltan snapped his fingers, the nature of the surrounding mana changed.

What it implements is wide-area regeneration magic. Deltan planned to quickly repeat the process of tearing and recovering Agnes’ muscle fibers by adding Cargo’s sacred power to this magic.

Of course there were no side effects. He was here to control it in the first place.

“Let’s begin.”

Duke Levadein nodded at Deltan’s words and stepped back.

Agnes extended her hand towards Deltan.

“Hold me.”

“Wake up slowly.”

Deltan lifted Agnes up by supporting her hands and waist. The delicate movements were enough to make Cargo feel eerie.

‘… ‘That Count?’

Are you considerate of people?

Cargo doubted whether he was dreaming. I glanced over and saw Duke Levadein watching the two with a happy face.

The gaze directed at Deltan seems to be looking at his son-in-law.

Dry saliva trickled down the back of Cargo’s throat.

As a faithful priest, he wanted to prevent a situation where such a beautiful woman would end up with an evil person like the Deltans. After all, it is clear that Deltan is a violent husband who wields domestic violence as if it were natural.

The moment Cargo was about to soothe the sense of justice that came from an unknown source, Deltan called out to him.

“Pig.”

“Oh, I didn’t even think about it!”

As Cargo lifted his body, his belly and chest jumped.

“Wow, your breasts are bigger than mine.”

Agnes whispered so that only Deltans could hear.

Deltan suppressed laughter.

“… It’s a cardinal.”

“It’s unfair that you treat me like this and only treat me like that.”

“Because I’m his friend.”

Agnes looked back and forth between Deltan and Cargo.

‘friend?’

Well, it seems like only one side thinks they are one-sided friends.

Agnes thought about that for a moment, but then shook it off. Whatever happens, it’s not something you should worry about.

In the meantime, Deltan said.

“Start.”

“Ah, I understand!”

Cargo nodded, pouring the broth even though it was a warm day.

He gave a shout out.

“Lastoria!”

Woe!

As he praised, golden divinity overlaid the Deltan’s magic.

Agnes felt a truly mysterious feeling.

“… Wow.”

Breathing became easier.

Her vitality had already returned after repairing her heart, but even taking that into account, Agnes’ whole body was overflowing with energy she had never felt before.

“Do all other people live like this? It’s unfair.”

In the end, tears flowed from the duke’s eyes.

Deltan said without paying any heed to it.

“Save your energy for speaking. It’s a spell that can’t be used for a long time, so you have to move at least one more step.”

Deltan was still holding Agnes’ waist and hand.

“Walk along.”

And then I took a step back.

Agnes moved step by step, following the slow steps of the Deltan.

She was barefoot. There was no particular reason to do it, but I did it at the Duke’s recommendation to experience what it felt like to step on dirt.

As the soles of my feet crush the dirt, I feel cold. At the same time, I feel the itch of dirt digging between my toes. An indescribable sense of refreshment began to dwell within Agnes.

Until you walk just ten steps.

“Huh… .”

Agnes’ body became exhausted after ten steps. Breathing and heartbeat were fine, but muscles were a problem.

“Stop. I will be treated here first.”

As the Deltan gestured, Cargo surrounded Agnes with his divinity. Lastoria’s divinity is the divinity of regeneration. The torn muscle fibers completed their recovery as if nothing had happened.

“Move again. I have to digest everything I ate today within 30 minutes.”

Agnes’ diet today was the most high-calorie diet she had ever had in her life.

This is because the nature of regeneration restores muscle fibers but does not provide nutritional supplements.

What Deltan planned was two hours and forty minutes, and from now on Agnes would walk for thirty minutes and eat for ten minutes, repeating the process four times.

‘I can take care of controlling the metabolism.’

The mana that stretched out from his hand was still swimming inside Agnes’ body, adjusting her abnormal reactions one by one.

“Let’s walk again.”

“Yes.”

Rehabilitation continued.

*

Successful rehabilitation.

Deltan commented on today’s events.

Anyway, I made Agnes, who was unable to move because she had been lying in bed, walk half way around the garden, so how could I call this a success?

As soon as Cargo finished working in the garden, he ran away to Burinake Parish.

Deltan spoke in the bedroom alone with Agnes.

“Don’t move a single step today and get a good rest. No matter how much you combine magic and divinity, there will be residual fatigue.”

“Tomorrow is the banquet.”

“That means rest.”

“But I have to choose a dress.”

“Do it lying down. You can just tell them to bring their clothes here.”

“What dress do you like?”

Agnes said in a playful voice.

Deltan responded indifferently.

“You know what I like.”

“Because I want to look good to you.”

“I’m sick of that now.”

“I can’t help it because I’m serious.”

Deltan’s fingertips trembled.

Agnes burst into laughter at that reaction.

“You may say that with your mouth, but your body is honest?”

“… Shut up.”

“So what are your preferences? huh? If you don’t tell me, I’ll run down the hallway as soon as you leave.”

It’s really disgusting that the duke shows his true colors as soon as he disappears. With such thoughts in mind, Deltan glared at Agnes and said.

“… As I always say, I hate vulgar clothes. Enjoy wearing neat and classy uniforms.”

“I heard that low-cut clothes are trendy these days.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. At least there was no such trend at the banquets I went to.”

“What a waste.”

Agnes pursed her lips as if she were dissatisfied.

“I wanted to wear clothes that were flattering from my cleavage to my belly button.”

“Even prostitutes in the red light district don’t dress like that.”

“But it’s better if it’s easy to take off, right? You can use it whenever you feel excited.”

“… .”

Deltan’s expression became blank. Agnes’ eyes widened nicely.

“Are you standing?”

“I didn’t stand.”

“It sticks out.”

The Deltan’s head turned towards his crotch. Immediately after, his expression became contorted as if he were a murderer.

“… Do it in moderation.”

I realized late that I had been deceived.

Deltan briefly thought of regret. Perhaps it was the problem of making her healthier than before, but Agnes’ level of teasing was quite high today.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have let it happen.”

“You know it’s a joke. Don’t do anything that gets you in trouble in front of others.”

For some reason, Agnes’ smile was full of life. No, it would be strange not to be full of life. Her heart was functioning more properly than before and her complexion was better than before.

In other words, Agnes became more beautiful.

“Look forward to it. Because I will go out with a beautiful appearance that matches you.”

Deltan felt his stomach flutter for a moment at her smile. The act of biting my lip was because I didn’t like myself.

“… I’m going because I’ve done everything I need to do.”

Deltan stood up and left without looking back.

Agnes was still giggling and waving at Deltan.

*

The Count of Hebron the next day.

Deltan was taking out clothes that he might wear once or twice a year and floating them in the air.

His expression was quite serious. Also, it seemed like his pride was hurt somewhere.

There was one reason why these conflicting feelings emerged at the same time.

I don’t like myself for being so careful in choosing a ball gown.

‘why me… .’

Even as he was thinking this, the words Agnes said the day before were lingering in Deltan’s mind.

-Look forward. Because I will go out with a beautiful appearance that matches you.

‘… ‘Fuck you.’

Deltan furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair.

The hair that he had worked so hard on for 30 minutes, which did not suit him, returned to its usual disheveled shape due to the movement of that moment.

Deltan stopped worrying.

‘Why should I worry about a tailcoat?’

It wasn’t even funny.

Yes, this may have been a moment of confusion due to guilt.

Agnes looked like she was looking forward to the banquet, so I felt bad about leaving without thinking about it, so I thought of ‘humane duty’.

But that also wasn’t like me.

Deltan roughly pulled the pitch black tailcoat in front of him and draped it over his body.

“Boss!”

It was at that moment that Kaltara came in.

Deltan looked at her through the mirror.

With a height of well over two meters, matted gray hair, and a confident expression, she was the same Kaltara I always saw, but her clothes were different from usual.

“What, are you going to the banquet too?”

“That’s right!”

Kalta, giving a thumbs up, was wearing a dress.

It was a terribly mismatched pink dress.

The dress screams at the bursting pectoralis major and serratus anterior muscles. The bulging arm muscles further emphasize the ferocity. The hem of her skirt was too short below her waist, and her sinewy insteps and log-like ankles were exposed.

Deltan spoke to Kaltara with an indifferent expression.

“Don’t just pretend to know.”

“I understand!”

He wasn’t even remotely interested in what Kaltara was up to.

‘Ah, now that I think about it.’

I think I heard that Cargo is coming to the banquet.

‘… ‘I’ll take care of it.’

Deltan shook his head and shook off his thoughts.

After all, this is not a demonic world where there is no one to satisfy sexual desires, so there is no reason for Kaltara to bother Cargo.

Deltan just checked his appearance and left the room.

“Gerhart.”

“Yes.”

“Depart for the duke’s residence.”

Deltan, sitting in the sedan, closed his eyes.

For no reason, thoughts that were different from usual came to mind, so I intentionally cleared all of my thoughts.

As always, I was filled with the intention of just having a quick drink and then going out.

Deltan’s attempt was successful.

That is, until I met Agnes.