In a Political Marriage, Isn’t It Normal to Treat Your Fiancée Well? - Chapter 7

Since getting married, I feel like good fortune has come pouring in all at once.

When I mentioned this to my wife, she denied it. “That’s not true at all,” she said.

“The border count’s territory only began to become a trade hub because the wetland issues in the territory were resolved. You foresaw this outcome and invested a massive budget into the development, didn’t you? Even if you hadn’t married me, you surely would have anticipated the future and secured great profits.”

As my wife said, I had developed the territory anticipating a certain degree of growth.

Once the wetland problem was eliminated, trade with other countries became much easier.

Where trade flourishes, people naturally gather.

Even so, it probably would have plateaued at “a certain degree of development.”

“Still, it’s because I married the goddess of fortune.”

“My, my.”

“I mean it. You are undoubtedly the goddess of fortune for me and the border count’s family.”

My wife froze, but her face was bright red all the way to her neck. She’s truly adorable. Perhaps she isn’t used to being praised—her reactions are so fresh and charming.

As the younger sister of Her Majesty the Queen, she brought strong connections to the royal capital.

And the network of the marquis family, who runs the largest merchant guild in our country with branches in other nations. That was the biggest advantage.

“The border count’s territory will develop even further from now on.”

So, this is an investment in the future—my wife said with a cheerful smile.

I see. How reliable, my wife is.

Ten years later, the border count’s territory, having become a major trade hub, would surpass the royal capital in development.

Unaware that the territory, having grown into an economic city, would years later annex a bankrupt count’s domain, I held my wife close.

As if hinting at our future, a gentle spring breeze drifted softly by.