Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
After the Witch None

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Abela gazed at the speck of rain that drenched the window of the horse carriage that carried her and the duke back from the palace.

"Today, you want to go to my house? You haven't been here for a long time." Armand broke the silence between them.

"If you say so, it's not my fault if I assume that our relationship wasn't very good before this attack took place." Abela's words pierced once. Can't be denied by Armand.

"I think what the princess of Wilhemn said is true. Our relationship is cold. So, are you really getting married?" asked Abela again in a cold tone.

"If there's a wedding at the Duke's residence. It means just one marriage, between me and you. I have no intention of marrying anyone else" Armand replied more emphatically.

"I think the princess is very sure you will marry her," Abela said not to lose.

"I told you not to think too much about what he said." Armand massaged the base of his nose.

"Alright, we go to your residence" Abela said, turning her face away. Not wanting to argue with Armand, for anything. Armand was about to open his mouth but chose to withdraw the words he was about to say. And instructed his coachman to go to Duchy (the Duke's residence).

Abela was a little amazed by the fact that the people of Armand welcomed her very warmly. Maybe the queen was right, if they were ready to accept her as their master.

"Is there anything I need to do in the study, you want to rest first in our room?" Armand said it with a slanted smile, which not only gave Abela goosebumps but made all the servants listening blush.

"I'll just go to your study, then" said Abela - who either felt it or didn't - to the maids' dismay.

"Alright," Armand smiled before taking Abela to his study.

"Your work seems like a lot" Abela said as she looked at the many parchments on Armand's desk.

"It can wait later if you can't wait" Armand said, wrapping his hand around Abela's waist. Hugged it from behind. Release him while feeling the tension from Abela's body.

"Alright, I'll keep my hand for this time," said Armand raising his hand.

"I want to know about witches, after witches are gone. It's none of my business, it's just because my memories are gone. And the queen kept saying it over and over, making me curious." Abela was casually sitting on Armand's work chair. Armand simply watched him in silence. Abela never sat there. No, rather he was never in this room.

Armand circled around the table to sit on the edge, close to Abela. He looked at the face of the woman he loved. Either be grateful or feel sad because his memory is gone.

"As you know, I killed that witch two years ago. At that time I thought finishing him could solve the problem. You know, he's always troublemaking." Armand laughed, like reminiscing about an old friend.

"But it turns out that it raises a new, bigger problem. Many people fought over the witch castle. From ordinary people to several witches from all over the contingent. Some monsters lost control. Natural disasters that never happened. Or a disease that suddenly spreads."

"Is it because the witch is missing?" abela asked, raising her eyebrows.

Strange, he never did anything to prevent disaster or disease from coming. There's nothing like it. For the monsters Abela admitted, she was indeed the one who tamed them. And they would only attack if he ordered it. That was also if he wanted there to be someone who could defeat him first. When he was bored living in this world.

"Some believed that, while the witch was alive, no one dared to approach her castle. A lot of people try to take anything from there. Some of them spread disease" explains Armand at length.

Abela looked at Armand curiously, then she couldn't help it anymore.

"You didn't go out there looking for something either, did you?" ask Abela.

Armand dodged Abela's gaze, he sighed before replying, "we've already argued about this, so let's not argue about it anymore. It happened a year ago. I just want to find information about the witch."

"So what did you find?" Abela asked again.

"There's nothing, except ...." Armand hung up his sentence.

"Except?"

"A note," Armand replied somewhat reluctantly.

"Note?"

"Yes, it contains the witch's romance." Armand's reply left Abela shocked. He remembers writing it just to entertain himself first. It was never expected that the record was known to exist by the person who had finished him off.

"I don't know if you're interested in something like that." Abela's red face turned into a skeptical face.

"Haha ... it is quite interesting, if you want to read it too I will lend it to you," said Armand in a ignorant tone.

"No, thank you."

Abela would move out of her chair as Armand's hand blocked her.

"Are you sure you're not interested in the love story of a man who's lived for thousands of years?" armand asked just to nag him and look at Abela's bumbling face. But unfortunately Abela instead had a sad face and looked at Armand merrily.

"So it's nice for you to imagine someone watching their loved ones go away one by one leaving them in this world?"

Armand widened his eyes hearing Abela's words. True too, losing just one person was already quite pitiful. Armand straightened his body again.

"You're right Abela, there's nothing more pathetic than that. I'm sorry."

"One more thing? What about the witch castle? You haven't destroyed it?" abela ignored Armand's words.

"Not yet, rather can't. The castle is outside the territory of the kingdom of Rhodes." Armand calmly answered Abela's question. He looked at the face of Abela who seemed to be thinking hard. Before extending his hand and stroking next to Abela's cheek.

"You were never this excited when you talked about witches before." Armand said slowly. "Look at me, you hate him so much" Armand said.

"Because he killed my late husband? I don't know, maybe because I don't remember."

"Thus ... Do you feel any lighter about that memory loss?" Armand's question certainly could not be answered by Abela. If he is to be reborn. He chose not to remember anything about his past life.

"I don't know, how I know ...." Abela ended her sentence softly.

"What am I talking about. My conversation deviated from what you wanted to know right?" Armand was still stroking his cheeks softly, as gentle as his tone. "When the witch is gone, many people claim to be the most powerful. More and more bloodshed. The entire contingent that united to conquer the witches became piercing each other from behind. Nothing can stop their greed anymore."

Armand still stared fixedly at Abela's face, "All the disasters and diseases they spread to defeat their allies. Sometimes all of us who are still thinking sane always regret the absence of the witch. But ... doesn't mean everything's better when he's." Armand laughed dryly at the end of his sentence. Still afraid of offending Abela.

"That's what the queen told me. But you know Armand. Thanks though. Tried to kill him. And never give up." Abela sincerely said that. No, Ghotel sincerely said that, for him Armand is a formidable opponent. That gave him great hope of ending his life.

Abela lowered Armand's hand on her cheek, as Armand was still fixated on Abela's words earlier. Abela stood up and patted Armand's chest twice before stepping out of the room. Leaving the small smiling Armand with a reddened face.

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