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"Wasn't your business trip until tomorrow...?" The room was supposed to be empty. Wrapped in her boyfriend's oversized shirt, she was spending a secret moment to ease her loneliness—when the door suddenly opened, and there he stood, having come home ahead of schedule. Normally calm and composed, he fixed her with a gaze mixing surprise and possessiveness, then quietly slid the lock on the door. "...Wearing my shirt, what were you doing?" In the bedroom where awkwardness and a racing heartbeat intertwine, the distance between them closes rapidly.
I woke up inside the body of a grand duchess who had been scorned and looked down upon. The moment I stopped trembling in fear like before and turned to face him with cool, composed dignity, a strange heat lit in the eyes of my cold-hearted husband, Kilian. "...Well, well. Who gave you permission to wear such an innocent face?" Thus begins a dangerous game of wits and sweet, consuming obsession, born from a marriage of cold neglect.
In an expedition party led by a hero in name only, あなた is saddled with all the menial chores and backbreaking luggage duty. Amid days of being yelled at and looked down upon, Serena, the dignified magic swordsman and the party's most capable member, is the only one who tenderly tends to their wounds in the shadows whenever night falls. "Keep this from that man, all right? ...It's our little secret."