Don’t Pick Up The Trash Once Thrown Away

My fiancé returned after six whole years of war.

With a woman and a child in his arms.

He said that he couldn’t possibly bear to leave her.

An irresponsible fiancé who had forced the duties of a duchess on me.

“Leila, you’re not really the Duchess.”

I decided to break our engagement when I heard those words.

* * *

“How far can I go?”

A painful moment of silence.

I realized I had said something strange, so I hurriedly spoke up.

“Your Majesty, I apologize. I didn’t mean to ask this, but …”

[Anything.]

Kalian replied, cutting me off.

His tone wasn’t angry or irritated. I’d rather say that he… was smiling.

[You can do anything, as long as you don’t sell the Kingdom. After all, you’re my agent.]

…What would you do if I really sold the Kingdom?