I Won’t Pick Up The Trash I Threw Away Again

fter six years of war, my fiancé returned.
With a woman and his child.
Saying that he couldn’t leave her.
An irresponsible fiancé who forced on me the duties of a duchess.
“Leila, you’re not the duchess yet.”Advertisements

Hearing those words, I decided to break my marriage.
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“How far can I go?”
There was a moment of silence. Realising that I said something strange, I hurriedly spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I wasn’t trying to ask this, but that…”Advertisements

[Anything.]
Kalian replied, cutting off my words.
It wasn’t an angry tone. I’d rather say that he… is smiling.
[If you’re not selling the kingdom, you can do anything. Because you are my agent now.]
…What are you going to do if I really do sell the kingdom?