The Villainess Wants to Make Her Husband Slim Down

CHAPTER 103

5 – 9

"I'm sorry you had to see something like that..."

After finally calming down somewhat, Alois said that embarrassedly.

"I showed you a really shameful side of myself."

Alois finally freed Camilla from his hug as he said that. Camilla finally took a deep relieved breath, as if she hadn't breathed at all as Alois held her so tightly.

Contrary to those rumours about her being a loose and vile woman, Camilla had never been touched by a man like that before, except for her father and uncle. That was only natural since, for a long time, Camilla had only ever had eyes for Prince Julian.

Thanks to that, she'd never experienced anything like that before. It was a strange feeling.

"No, not at all. Well, in the first place, I did something not too dissimilar only a while ago..."

As she took a step back from Alois, Camilla said that. Back at the flower garden in Blume, Alois and Camilla's positions had been wholly reversed.

At that time, it had been Alois who had listened to Camilla. Therefore, it was only right that Camilla listens to him now.

Noticing Camilla had put just a little bit of distance between them, Alois smiled wryly. After wiping away the tears, his face looked strangely bright, like a weight really had been lifted off of him.

Then, Alois suddenly looked as if he remembered something. Turning away from Camilla, he looked back bitterly at the family portrait that had been hanging above the table.

"...I'm sure my parents would think of me as a wretch now."

That faded family portrait... Alois' magical power had torn straight through it, leaving a massive scar, though it still stayed in one piece. With such a gaping wound running right through the painting, it would definitely be a difficult thing to restore.

Or rather, maybe the way the portrait was now reflected his true feelings perfectly.

"Maybe I was a bastard? Or honestly, maybe I'm not really the son of either of them? I've always wondered about that."

The Duke Montchat in the painting was abnormally slim and almost hauntingly pale. Because of the constant practice of incestuous marriage in the noble houses of Mohnton, his body was supposedly weak as well. The only way Alois resembled that gaunt man was his hair colour.

His wife looked like a fragile but kindly woman. She had a certain elegant air about her. That gentle atmosphere seemed similar to Alois, but an atmosphere is not something passed on through blood.

"I suppose that's part of why I was so desperate for them to recognize me. And after they died, all the more so. That sense of guilt must have played a part as well. It really was childish, looking back. It really was like I was a young boy, who just wanted his parents to praise him."

Camilla had heard about Alois' family before. When he spoke about his parents, what little he could remember weren't gentle memories, as he told them. But, still desperate for that affection, he had set aside this room to hang up their portrait and keel all sorts of mementos to their memories.

Yet, this shrine to the past had been torn apart by Alois' magical power.

"But, father and mother are long gone, now. The only one binding me is myself. That magical power of mine, I suppose it was my own feelings that really kept it sealed away as well? How do they say it, you make the bed you lie in?"

Alois shook his head softly. Then, he suddenly turned to look at Camilla, his face slightly more serious looking as he frowned.

"I'm sorry, Camilla. You got hurt because of me."