This Marriage Will Surely Succeed

kely be a more leisurely journey this time.

 

Iona made up her mind to take advantage of that time to repay her gratitude.

 

“Besides, I know that the day we promised to meet with Duke Leroy is not far away.”

 

Hayden twitched as if he had been hit.

 

Iona looked into his eyes and asked leisurely.

 

“How long do you have left?”

 

***

 

“Did you finish talking with the Count?”

 

The only thing that welcomed Iona back to her room was equally unwelcomed faces.

 

Betty and Grita, the maids in charge, greeted Iona as if they had already expected her bruised face.

 

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Their demeanor was deliberately polite, but neither of them truly worked for Iona.

 

In the first place, the head of household at this time was Hayden, so the servants had no choice but to act according to the employer's taste.

 

In other words, it also meant that all of Iona's life flowed into Hayden's ears through them.
Because of this, as soon as Iona faced them, she sighed reflexively.

 

After all, Iona had been caught up in battles and explosions and even fought with her family after waking up from death.
Everything she encountered was an enemy, so she had no choice but to be tired.

 

Iona, who barely showed patience, asked plainly.

 

“Betty, is Paul also in the mansion?”

 

“No, she went on a vacation for a while.”

 

“Yes? Then send a letter telling her not to come back to the mansion; all of you are fired.”

 

“…Yes?”

 

Betty asked with a puzzled look at the unexpected command.

 

They had awkward smiles as if they were trying to defuse the situation.

 

However, Iona did not reassure them, saying that it was a joke, and in the end, a strange tension lingered among them.

 

Betty looked at Iona with astringent eyes and quickly stopped being polite; she warned in a calm voice.

 

“The Count will not stay still.”

 

It was an expected answer, so Iona didn't get angry again.

 

After all, they used to betray Iona in a good way at every decisive moment like this.

 

She could have kept them by her side and acted the same as past, but Iona didn't want to put up with such tiring things anymore.

 

Iona looked down at the two with cold eyes and said.

 

“When the count asks for the reason, tell him that 'the kids you sent were careless and were found out,' is that satisfactory enough?”

 

Betty, speechless, turned to Grita as if looking for reinforcements.

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After exchanging brief glances, Grita stepped forward next.

 

“…Lady, we are the ones serving the lady at the Count's command. It is tantamount to going against the will of the Count for the lady to order the dismissal at will. These are all words for the young lady, so please don't be uncomfortable with them.”

 

At first glance, she used friendly language, but the content was coercive.

 

As a result, Iona's patience reached its limit.

 

“Strange. I think I only permitted you to use a sword for training in front of me.
Did I forget permitting you to use your tongues…?”

 

Iona trailed off and took a step closer to the two.

 

As she gently touched the handle of the sword at her waist, the maids' faces gradually grew pale.

 

Iona tapped the head of the sword with her fingertips and asked.

 

“Have you got guts? Or do you believe that the backing you have now will protect you until after death?”

 

Betty, who involuntarily stepped back, quickly alternated glances between Iona's waist and her face.

 

She answered in a trembling voice.

 

“…I will report to the count first and then come back.”

 

“There is no need to come back.”

 

Iona smiled briefly and stepped back. 

 

As soon as they had a chance to escape, the two of them ran outside.

 

Left alone, Iona locked the doorknob tightly and went to bed.

 

'Hayden won't ignore my message since I caused that mess earlier.'

 

Anyway, it wasn't any good for him to make his relationship with her any worse; because she was soon to be a Duchess.

 

'The Duchess…'

 

As soon as she recalled the title she had in her previous life, she involuntarily burst into a peal of laughter.