It was a good idea for Lysia to go west. As Lysia said, the beginning of the harvest was an important time.
It is as important to fill the warehouse as it is to distribute grain. Now is the time for the real work to begin, so it would be better to have someone trusted watching over.
Nevertheless, Artizea could not easily say so.
Lawrence was expected to leave the capital. So she didnât have to let Lysia go.
But Cedric looked at Lysia and said.
âYou think you should?â
ââŠâŠ Yes.â
âYou are not someone who does meaningless things.â
Having said that, Cedric looked at Artizea again.
When he said that, Artizea couldnât say no.
As Cedric had said, there was no way that Lysia would have said such a thing for nothing.
And if Lysia thinks thatâs a worthwhile job, she deserves to be let go.
âDo that.â
Artizea took a deep breath and answered.
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âTake about anything you need. You can come back whenever you want.â
âI am not going anywhere forever, I am going to do the work entrusted to me. As soon as I get there, Iâll figure out the situation and report back to you.â
âAlright.â
Artizea nodded her head.
After a momentâs hesitation, Lysia looked at Cedric. Cedric waved his palm lightly.
That meant she didnât have to return the gun.
Lysia understood the meaning and nodded her head. And she bowed again and withdrew.
She closed the door and let out a long sigh.
In time, everything will be fine. But for now, she wanted to rest her mind a little, leaving everything to Cedric and doing what she wanted.
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Artizea did not understand Cedricâs gesture. She glanced, wondering what that meant, but Cedric said something else.
âLysia will do well.â
âYes.â
âIsnât she sent because she is needed in order to maintain the hospitality of the West?â
âYesâŠâŠ . It is highly likely that next year will be dry, so I want to stock up on grain this year and read through it before the public sentiment becomes atrocious.â
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âLysia is the right fit. Itâs something she wanted to do for herself.â
Cedric put down the pen he was holding and turned towards Artizea.
And he said,
âItâs something weâve been working on together, and Iâll thank you for giving me the opportunity to prepare for a disaster.â
ââŠâŠ.â
Artizea did not readily answer. And she hesitated, and she looked down at only her fingers.
Cedric wiped his face once with his palm.
And opened his mouth.
But Artizea spoke first. She had her head down, so she didnât see what Cedric had on his face.
âI have to tell you, there is something I havenât told you yet.â
âTell me.â
âIt was Lysiaâs will. âŠâŠ She wants me to tell you that she lived with no regretsâŠâŠ.â
Her breathing was shaky and she could hardly speak.
It was almost 10 years ago. And now it is gone.
Still, that dayâs voice resounded in his ears.
[âSubtract as much weight as mine from the burden you are carrying.â]
Had Lysia known how heavy it was, she wouldnât have said that.
At first she was just a saint to be exploited. She was just like everyone else.
Once her outer shell was peeled off, she thought that beneath the shell would be nothing more than an ugly, ordinary human.
But after she got to know Lysia, her days grew heavier.
After Lysiaâs death, it became such a burden that she could not escape.
Nothing like her own life could have been able to replace Lysiaâs life.
In the first place, Lysiaâs death and her own death had never been at a crossroads.
But she never escaped from the thought that she should have died, not Lysia.
Cedric pulled Artizeaâs wrist. Artizea was taken helplessly and put in his arms.
âDid you still have that in your heart?â
âHoweverâŠâŠ.â
âLysia is alive.â
Cedric lightly stroked her hair.
âAnd she wouldnât have really regretted it. I know, apart from the grief and sorrow I felt at losing that childâŠâŠ, that, no matter how hard it was, no matter how painful it was, even if she did not achieve what she wanted, she would have thrown her whole life away so that she would not have any regrets in her life.â
And Lysia did not fail.
When Artizea wept, Cedric knew it.
She must have had no regrets when she closed her eyes.
Artizea held her breath.
She was comforted to the point of tears. But at the same time, the warm affection in Cedricâs voice made her heart pound and beat.
Cedric placed his hand on Artizeaâs chin. Her head, which had been bowed down, naturally lifted upwards.
Cedric sighed a little.
It was not easy for him to say such a thing.
âI think youâre misunderstanding, so Iâm just saying this.â
âWhatâŠâŠ ?â
âI never thought of Lysia as a woman. Iâve been watching her since she was too young to do that. Lysia will not consider me more than her brother.â
Artizea sat quietly on his lap. But her muscles were pulled so tight that her whole body jumped up.
Cedric laughed as if it was ridiculous.
âWhy are you surprised? From a standpoint like mine, isnât it more rare to have a non-political marriage? Would it be surprising that we offered a contract to impersonate a love marriage with the intention of causing a stir?â
âBut the other person is Lysia.â
âIt is not a marriage alliance between powers, but it was decided because the circumstances matched. If it was Lysia, she was someone I could count on.â
The marriage was not a bad plan.
If anything happened to Cedric, she would have been able to lead Evron if it was Lysia.
Conversely, if there was even the name Grand Duchess Evron attached to her, the temple would not have been able to wield Lysia at will.
There were several more practical reasons.
Lysia did not want to receive financial support from the temple. Because she wanted to be free.
Cedric wanted to hand over the property in the Central and East to Lysia. But even if he gave it all, the name of Barony Morten could not protect it.
Even if manpower was used to solve the problem with property, reliable force could not be easily obtained. The area in need of a saint was mainly because of poor security.
Both power and force were needed to control the situation.
And there was also the risk that Lysia was a young and beautiful woman. There were not a few nobles who coveted her.
Cedric was determined to support Lysia, but he couldnât pour his favor on her without a good cause.
So he concluded that it would be better for her to just get married. Then it wonât look weird no matter what he does.
And Lysia could protect herself and use his resources without Cedricâs concern.
The name Grand Duchess Evron could be a suitable fence for Lysia.
In addition, Cedric himself was able to get away with talking about marriage.
âIt was a careful decision. You would have known better than me what the security and benefits of that marriage would be.â
Cedric said.
âBut for me personally, it didnât matter whom I trusted.â
If it was Lysia, they would be able to lean on each other and live. He was convinced that she could be of assistance to his work, and that she was worthy of the title Grand Duchess Evron.
But he did not accept it as his own marriage.
If it werenât with the woman he loved anyway, sheâd be like everyone else.
Artizea realized the meaning and stammered.
âNo, butâŠâŠ. You loved her?â
It must have looked that way. She had no doubts.
It could never be said that the misunderstanding was a small part of Lawrenceâs madness.
It still is. Even then, she doesnât doubt that he loved her.
But even though she was determined to believe, what she believed to be true did not go out of her mind in an instant.
Cedric sighed.
âAffection and love are not synonymous, and faith and devotion are not always accompanied by passion.â
âHoweverâŠâŠ.â
âIt is true that I believe in Lysia. At that time, I would have been willing to give my life if Lysia needed it.â
Now, it was a little different. He still trusted and cherished Lysia, but could not give his life.
The position of the beloved husband and father was only hers and their childâs.
But then it was like that time.
âBecause I lost so many things. And I thought Iâd rather just end it than lose another. And I believed that I could achieve something with my life as a footstool.â
In the end, the opportunity never came.
Cedric thought that he was lucky and sometimes he felt sad.
He had both a desire to be at ease by handing over his burdens to Lysia, and a desire to make her feel comfortable.
It was comradeship, and it was also familial love. These were the emotions that came from sharing the heavy responsibility and sadness.
And empathy never went beyond that. Because he was already in love with someone else.
He was not adept enough to turn a mind once inclined and pour it out on another.
Artizea couldnât utter negative words. She drew her body, holding her breath.
She tried to lower her head back, but Cedric wouldnât allow it.
There was a bitter, faint smile in her eyes.
âYou say you are loyal to me, but there are too many things you donât believe in.â
Saying so, Cedric placed his lips lightly on Artizeaâs.
The breath tickled Artizeaâs throat. The delicate movement made Artizeaâs lips twitch.
Artizea clenched her hand on Cedricâs chest.
But soon the power was released from her hand. Feeling like she was about to crumble, Artizea pressed her hand again and grabbed Cedricâs collar.
Inside the gaping lips, sweet taste lingered.
Cedric covered her cheek with his hand again. Artizea looked up at him with a dazed mood.
Cedric leaned her face against his chest again.
âIâll be in trouble, so letâs stop.â
âWh, what?â
Cedric sighed again.
âPlease donât be naive at times like this.â
Artizea bowed her head with a blushing face. It was because she understood.