I’m the fifth son of a count’s family, but I became the head of a duke’s house.
“For now, I’ll take this matter into my care for the time being.”
When I announced that, Wolf and the others quickly bowed their heads.
I understood Arte’s feelings, and I also understood Wolf’s thoughts. My own emotional issues were somewhat resolved as well. The last thing I needed to confirm was Leila’s feelings.
“I’ll be the one to tell Leila.”
“…Understood.”
There was no way Wolf could convey this to Leila.
I was the one who agreed to grant their request, so it was my responsibility to see it through. Confirming Leila’s feelings was also part of my duty.
“For now, you must be tired from your long journey… You should rest. I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”
“Yes, sir. Excuse me.”
Wolf downed the remaining tea in his cup in one gulp, then stood up. After a slight bow, he left the room through the door.
Now, only Arte and I remained in the room.
Damn… The atmosphere was awkward after what had just happened.
I was about to tell Arte she could take a break when she suddenly spoke first.
“Does Your Grace… dislike me…?”
Ah, I see… While I had confirmed Arte’s feelings, I hadn’t yet conveyed mine to her. That moment with Wolf wasn’t the right time.
I decided to seriously reflect on my own feelings.
“I don’t dislike you. In fact… I think I like you.”
If asked about Leila, I would say I love her without hesitation. But while I can say I like Arte… I can’t confidently say I love her.
In terms of the values of my past life, making her a concubine in this state might seem dishonest. However, in this era where free love hardly exists, simply liking someone might already be considered fortunate.
Even Leila and I didn’t start out loving each other when we first married. It took time and our relationship evolving for that to happen.
Whether these feelings of “liking” will grow into love may depend on time and how our relationship develops.
“I’m glad…”
Arte muttered softly, almost under her breath.
Her expression seemed relieved, with the corners of her lips slightly curving upward.
So she has that kind of expression too…
“I’ll do my best to persuade Leila.”
Of course, I had already promised to grant their wish, but I also recognized that considering the beastman tribe’s situation made this necessary.
Despite my determination, Arte’s reaction was unexpected.
“To Lady Leila… please tell her exactly as it is.”
“Are you sure?”
Surprised by Arte’s unexpected response, I sought confirmation, but she nodded.
Why…? Was she telling me not to persuade Leila? But wasn’t this what Arte wanted?
“If Your Grace tries to persuade her, Lady Leila likely won’t refuse.”
Well, that was true…
“Lady Leila has always been kind to me, a beastman, and often invited me to tea parties.”
Arte’s expression turned nostalgic and peaceful as she spoke.
I began to understand her thoughts.
“It feels wrong to repay Lady Leila’s kindness in this way. Therefore, I think it’s best to leave the decision to her.”
“Are you sure? What if she opposes it?”
“Then so be it. If that happens, I’ll convince the chieftain myself. Besides… hearing Your Grace’s feelings is enough for me.”
Arte gave a faint, bittersweet smile as she said this.
Perhaps she hadn’t revealed this side of herself earlier because Wolf was present, but this must be her true heart.
It was… admirable, though maybe clumsy. In a way, she and I were alike.
“…I understand.”
“Thank you for understanding, Your Grace. Then, excuse me.”
Arte gave a light bow and left the room.
Left alone, I leaned back against the chair.
Tonight’s the night, huh…
I steeled myself for what lay ahead.