The Art of a Brilliant Political Marriage - Chapter 10.1

“So, before you change your clothes, that’s what you’re doing?”

“Litte. Cleaning up is a very important thing, you know?”

Cielin had been given very grand clothes, but she remembered that the room was only halfway cleaned. However, while holding the broom she had casually tossed aside, she looked back at Litte.

“I just remembered. When we were children, we used to spend time together like this often, didn’t we?”

“You talk about it like it’s a good memory. For me, every day felt like I was barely clinging to life.”

This was back when her stepmother had just arrived at her family home. Cielin was being worked like a servant, and Litte was much weaker and more fragile than he is now. Cielin didn’t mind her own situation; she felt it was natural for her to be punished. However, Litte had been brought there by her father against his will as collateral for a debt. She felt angry at the reality that he couldn’t decide anything for himself.

He was the bodyguard assigned to Cielin. He had to become strong. That was her father’s idea, and Bizoo trained Litte without mercy. But with Litte’s physical strength at the time, the training was undeniably harsh. If left alone, he might have died. The two of them would shut themselves in a tiny room, face to face, thinking of ways to change his situation. They would make plans and carry them out. Sometimes they failed, but the joy when they succeeded was like nothing else.

Litte let out a sigh with an exasperated face, but Cielin felt nothing but nostalgia. She felt deeply moved that he had grown up so well.

“My Lady, you were truly fearless back then. You didn’t have enough lives to spare. When you tried to get back at Bizoo, I really thought we were going to die.”

Even just remembering it made him tremble. Litte turned pale and hugged himself. He was likely talking about the time she set a trap to do to Bizoo exactly what he had been doing to the battered Litte. There was no way the capable Bizoo would fall for a child’s simple trick, but she remembered his reaction very clearly.

“Oh, it was just a cute childhood prank. Even he was laughing.”

“Bizoo did say that. But that smile was the cold sneer he shows when his anger reaches its boiling point. I always see him looking like that when he’s beating the old man’s enemies half to death.”

Bizoo, who is fiercely loyal to her father, believes that anyone who opposes her father is evil. Cielin thought it was obvious who the real “bad guy” was, but unfortunately, her father was the law in that house. Bizoo was more like a devoted follower. Her father had that kind of charisma. His charm was bottomless. She could hardly believe they shared the same blood.

“I did well to survive that hell,” Litte said deeply.

Cielin gently patted his head. Since Litte was only slightly taller than her, she could reach his head easily. They were very close. When she stood next to Saves, he was so tall that she had to look far up. Litte has a face like a beautiful girl, but Saves’s features are very masculine. He is lean and bony, yet everything is so well-proportioned that he looks beautiful—he leaves a mysterious impression.

Suddenly, her husband came to mind. As Cielin blinked, Litte snorted, looking annoyed.

“My Lady, you were just thinking about how cute I am, weren’t you?”

“It’s a fact that you are cute, Litte.”

“That’s because, unlike you, I’m a hard worker.”

He was acting proud and arrogant, yet he was angry. He was quite talented at multi-tasking his moods. Cielin thought it was funny, as her compliment had been sincere.

“Anyway! For our future, reform is necessary! And education is a proactive investment for a better future. We have to do it!”

“Ah, so that’s where this is going. As you wish, My Lady.”

Litte gave a tired bow to Cielin, who was now full of motivation and spirit.