How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

“Yes, we have returned safely. …To our home.”

A small smile formed at the corner of Tristan’s lips. It was a return that would remain long in memory.

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In the center of the office’s wooden table, Tristan and his retainers sat around. Hezekia, once again in front of them, remained a harsh and desolate land, but the atmosphere in the Grand Duke’s office was noticeably livelier than before. This was likely thanks to the profits gained from the successful voyage.

I leaned against the back of my chair, watching Tristan with half-lidded eyes as I listened to the reports. Afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, soft and warm against Tristan’s pale cheeks. Perhaps due to the effort of recovering from his injuries, his high nose and sharp jawline stood out more than usual today.

“…So, the most urgent matter remains distributing relief grain to the impoverished. The previous supply lasted for a while, but the fleet’s return was delayed beyond expectations, and additional distribution is necessary. It is now time to provide generously.”

At Sir Mildred’s report, Tristan quietly nodded. At the corner of his slightly angled gaze, I noticed his thick eyelashes fluttering. His warm, red lips moved gracefully, forming a voice that was pleasant to hear.

“Yes. Now that we have enough, we can provide adequately. Open the warehouse immediately and begin preparations… No, what does the Grand Consort think?”

“….”

The voice was low, rich, and resonant, as if echoing from a deep cavern. Just listening to it made the body feel relaxed and calm.

“With this amount, I think distribution can proceed without issue. Do you think otherwise?”

“….”

I had never realized how sweet it could be to participate in a meeting while bathed in leisurely afternoon sunlight. I felt I could just sit and listen like this forever.

“…Grand Consort, Grand Consort?”

“Yes, yes?”

I was startled by Tristan’s voice, calling me again while I had been lost in thought. I snapped out of my daze and looked around to find all the retainers’ eyes on me. I quickly lowered my gaze and fanned my face. Perhaps from the sunlight, my ears and cheeks had grown hot and flushed.

“What are you thinking, Ruellin?”

I thought he was scolding me for daydreaming during the meeting, but there was a faint smile in Tristan’s tone. Fearing he might misunderstand that I had been distracted by watching him, I hurriedly shook my head and spoke.

“Nothing at all. I was not thinking of anything. You are entirely correct, Your Highness. There is no need to ask me.”

Tristan likely already knew I would manage, so he asked just to confirm. Not fully understanding the context, I answered vaguely. Tristan tilted his head in curiosity.

“…I see. Very well. Then Johannes should open the warehouse immediately and begin preparations.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Thankfully, the discussion concerned the distribution of relief crops. I had already discussed this thoroughly with Tristan before leaving the Sarr Empire.

“Next, the northern reservoirs also need maintenance. This region suffers major damage from summer floods each year. The existing reservoirs cannot handle it, and due to past budget constraints, no improvements were made. I suggest reinforcing the reservoirs and repairing the drainage systems.”

“I understand. Proceed as you suggest. However…”

At Mildred’s suggestion, Tristan narrowed his eyes and studied the northern region on the map for a long time. A fleeting hint of concern reflected in his deep blue eyes.

“It would also be good to properly improve the farmlands. Dispatch laborers and distribute fertilizers to increase this year’s yield.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“…The climate is poor, and the soil is naturally harsh, so I am not certain how effective it will be.”

“Still, it will be of great help, Your Highness…”

Even in Mildred’s hesitant voice, a subtle regret lingered. Considering Hezekia’s conditions, self-sufficiency through traditional wheat farming alone was practically impossible.