Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Molitia eventually left the two behind and stepped outside. The butler was already waiting in front of the door while holding out a hand for her.

On her way to the carriage, Molitia suddenly widened her eyes at the sight of a person standing right before the designated carriage.

“You must be…”

Just when he had recognized Molitia, the man quickly smiled before giving her a respectful bow.

“I am Lyndon, a knight who has always been indebted to you. Please, do call me Lyndon at your convenience.”

Molitia had easily recalled him from her memory. The free-spirited appearance of him had long remained ever since they had their meal together.

“Sir Lyndon, what are you doing here?”

“The Lord was the one who sent me here as he had been really worried about you.”

“What?”

No way.

She could hazily recall how Raven had picked on her previously by saying that it was dangerous for her to go alone. Her memories started bouncing off at all of those times he said while craving her body.

‘And I’m sure he said something in regards to what he asked for…’

At those moments, Molitia was busy writhing underneath him. Her face crimsoned naturally at the memories of that day, which popped up all of a sudden.

“I’ll definitely do my very best today.”

Somehow, it had already become a thing of the past. Molitia smiled bashfully as she was unable to send Lyndon back, at the very least.

“Thank you.”

“If you are really thankful, then please make another batch of meringue cookies. I’ve been bragging about them to the other knights ever since.”

“I surely will.”

Lyndon’s cheeks could be seen to be blushing at Molitia’s soft smile. As he saw how Lyndon had exclaimed excitingly, Gilbert discreetly bore in mind that this was another thing that should be reported to Raven later.

“I hope you’ll have a safe trip.”

“Thank you, Gilbert.”

The butler kept his stare on her. Unlike the maids, the veteran man did not express himself entirely. However, he still couldn’t conceal all of his worries completely.

It was Molitia, herself who wanted to embark further in other things. She was definitely a person, who was very pleasant to look after. Gilbert felt absolutely fortunate to have such a lovely person next to his Master’s side.

“If anything happens, please consult Sir Lyndon at any time.”

“I will.”

The carriage which Molitia was seated in soon closed its door. Lyndon immediately sat on the perch as he escorted the said carriage. The carriage eventually left with the sound of a galloping horse, but the butler still couldn’t take his eyes off that scene for quite some time.

The moving carriage continuously captured the landscape of the passing city along the way. Eventually, the carriage paused for a while as it arrived in front of an elaborate mansion. Lyndon immediately descended the coach before giving a light knock on the window.

“We have arrived, Madame.”

Lyndon slowly opened the door and reached out for her. Without further delay, Molitia placed her gloved hand on top of his.

“Please be careful when you are getting off.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll be waiting right here. Feel free to call me at any time.”

“Isn’t it quite cold over here?”

“Don’t worry. This kind of cold can never be compared to the valley in the Knights Templar.”

At the sight of Lyndon’s smile, Molitia waved her hand softly. The mansion that was erected before her eyes was small but brilliantly colored. It was the precise place that the Marchioness of Nibeia had arranged for her salon party. Molitia had finally conceded how they were no longer with her.

‘From now on, I’m all on my own.’

Molitia’s petite shoulders felt awkwardly constrained. This was her first social party that she had attended with a brand new surname. She immediately took a small yet deep breath before stepping inside.

Similar to its appearance, even the interior was adorned with such charming impressions. The salon was embellished with the combination of dark red and bold white, which displayed the preference of the Marchioness of Nibeia as well as her own sincerity.

Molitia was fortunately able to find Marchioness Nibeia among the crowd of people without much difficulty. Molitia gracefully gave a nod as she approached her, who was standing as she greeted the people.

“Thank you for inviting me to this joyful occasion, Marchioness Nibeia.”

“Oh, Lady Clemence. I could finally see your face now.”

She gently replied as she smiled merrily.

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