4. I Reincarnated as My Favorite Character’s Mother (Tentative), So I’d Like to Have a Child
For the time being, I was just trying to start to get to know each other more and let him see how I am normally, but maybe I did something weird?
There were no personal servants for me after we reached the residence either even though I was declared a crazy person, but when I pressed my husband in front of the servers, a lady attendant was assigned to me. I don’t get it. When I asked Daniella, my exclusive lady attendant, she looked as if she was wondering if I was joking.
“…A person of noble birth such as yourself may have a different way of thinking than us…”
With these elegant words, I was dissed.
I guess it was weird.
Is she saying I shouldn’t consult people about the relationship between a man and a woman? But, even if it’s not between a man and a woman, isn’t that necessary for a smooth human relationship? Besides, as things are, it’s more like a distant relationship between a superior and a subordinate, rather than a man and a woman.
Umm… I’m pouting my lips.
I may be of noble birth, but being an ugly, unpopular woman in my previous life, there is no way I can manoeuvre well in a man-woman relationship.
I’m sorry, Alfred. It seems that in order for a mother to procreate with a father, she has to start from raising the level of deep love from her previous life to this one. Like how they say you shouldn’t challenge a demon king wearing a travelling outfit and equipping a wooden stick. This is all pretty overwhelming, huh?
The man in question is already disheartened, so I can’t make Alfred wait so much.
I gathered myself.
“Hey, Daniella. I wonder if there is a drug that can make a man’s instincts prevail over his reason, no matter what kind of stigmatized property he has to face.”
Daniella, looking at me with pity in her eyes declared: “Of course not.”
“You say that, but do you think my husband doesn’t have one either? Have you heard any rumours about him?”
“…He doesn’t…”
“Really? What a shame…”
“Yeah, there isn’t one… How could there be..?”
My husband was grumbling some wish by my side as I sighed.
Right now, we are swaying inside a horse-carriage as a couple.
In a locked room! All alone!
This isn’t some special play. If I can make Alfredo like this, I’d be all for it, but this time we’re just moving to get out of town.
What!? I was granted permission to go into town for some shopping… All those nightly consultations paid off! Surveillance and guards will be provided by my husband. Unbelievable! Pigs are going to fly tomorrow.
To think that my husband, with his catchphrase of “I’m busy” would do me the favour of going on a date with me! I must be close to bedding him too!
When my husband has errands in town or anything, the butler is always like “Please, please do not leave her alone. Are you sure? If you let her free, it will affect your reputation!!” He used to talk about such trivial matters.
We’re going out as a couple, as man and woman. If this isn’t a date, then what is it? No, it has to be a date.
The mother is rapidly rising up to the adult level! Wait for me, Alfred!
“Sorry, but I’m going to have to finish my errands first today.”
“Yes, of course.”
I replied with a smile. I’m smiling now.
Oh, he stopped by a flower-shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. Tee-he~! Look at that, I’m already asking for flowers at the start of our date. I wonder, does this mean that I’m beautiful enough to deserve flowers today? E-he-he. What a big bouquet! Hmm, I guess I have to keep holding them during the date? O-ho-ho, how passionate!
There was a time when I would think like that.
After he got off the horse-carriage with a bouquet in his hand, it was the town’s church that he entered.
The priest welcomed him with a smile, and took the bouquet from my husband: “Thank you, kind as always. Everyone will be so happy.”
We went straight to the back of the church building to visit a large stone monument at the cemetery’s entrance.
After that, when the talks became about cemetery plots and donations to the church, I naturally stopped smiling.
Neither my husband nor the priest said anything, nor was it clearly inscribed on the stone monument, but my husband’s intention must be to mourn the war dead.
I see, so he always visits the church holding a bouquet. As the lord and commander.
Before getting onto the horse-carriage, I turned around, bent my waist and bowed my head. Maybe I should be more polite as a noblewoman, but this is more appropriate for my current mood.
As my husband was about to help me get onto the carriage, I could feel his and the priest’s breathing, who was there to see us off.
However, the two did not mention my behaviour, and after relaxing a bit and raising my head, the priest smiled at me and said: “Please come again, Madam.”
“…I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
In the carriage, my husband quietly gave me an awkward apology.
I shook my head sideways.
“No… No. I’m actually worried that the people there were displeased about someone like me being there…”
After I honestly spoke my mind, my husband looked at me with eyes wide open for a moment, then denied it: “No way.”
“They’re good-natured people… Most of them are pretty crude, though.”
Edward speaks so softly when he talks about those close to him.
I felt like I was choking.
After that, it was my turn to take care of business. We got off the carriage, and entered a general store that dealt in sewing supplies.
As the products here are mostly for women, I told my husband that he can wait outside so that he doesn’t get bored, but the general store’s owner enthusiastically welcomed the lord on his first visit to the store.
Although there was no aristocratic politeness, I could sense respect among the friendliness. I know well that my husband is loved by the people.
I thought about looking at threads while my husband was occupied with the shop’s owner, but I could feel eyes on me.
I’m sure it’s already common knowledge that the lord has taken a princess. This is nothing compared to the looks my husband gets.
Today, I tied my hair up and hid half of it under a hat, and wore a veil covering half of my face in order to avoid looks.
I’m glad that I wore a hat and a veil. If there was nothing covering me, the eyes on me would feel much more intense. Since my mouth wasn’t covered, I was struggling to keep the corners of my mouth from lowering under the unfriendly gaze.
With no time to examine the colours slowly, I hurriedly purchased black and green coloured threads.
I realized swaying in the carriage while going through the estate gates that if it had been purple instead of green, it would have been Alfred’s colour.
He asked if there was anything else I wanted to buy, but I said I was tired and we came back early. Ah, I can’t wait to meet Alfred. I was intensely thinking such.
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