"I'm so sorry!"

After that, I bowed my head next to Kokuliko's hospital bed and said something like this. Before that, because our relationship had become cold, the child almost committed suicide. But luckily, it was discovered early. Because of the spiritual power, Kokuli will probably not even leave a wound in the end.

In fact, Kokuliko had recovered his health long ago. But she was still weak, sluggish, and unable to eat. All sorts of things suggest that the child is still not really back to "normal".

This is my second time coming to see Kokuliko. On the first occasion, I brought her a lot of gifts, flowers, chocolates, fruits, and other snacks, and said a lot of nice things, but Kokuli, who would have been happy if I showed it a little, ignored me. It's as if I don't exist at all.

So, this time, I said this as soon as I saw Kokuliko.

Then, Kokuliko literally cried. Weak, weak, weak like a little girl who has not yet reached adulthood.

Ah, by the way, I almost forgot that Kokuli is a weak, not yet adult little girl.

The next day, I discharged Kokuliko from the hospital. Then the entire circus ownership, accounts and property were transferred to her. That way, this little guy won't be morbidly dependent on me like before. I think we can start over.

……

And so, three days later, my wedding with Kulishnu will take place tomorrow. And as is customary, I was separated from Kulishnu. I drove to the newly renovated villa I had just purchased in Paris, while Cullicino was to remain in the Brummel mansion. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I went on a date with Robella for the first time in a long time.

"So, how does it feel, getting married or something."

At the bar, the two of us found a corner where there were no people, then ordered a beer and chatted as we sipped. Roberia was obviously not in a good mood, and he was so unhappy to see me. It's like throwing a beer in my face at any moment.

"Almost, that's it." Of course, I can't tell Robella what I really feel: the joy and excitement that feels quite good, and at the same time a little nervous—something that is basically equivalent to the standard affection of a bridegroom-to-be, is not going to tell Robella anyway. Otherwise, this guy would have done more than just spill beer in my face.

"Hmm...... Whatever, that kind of thing...... You look like you're happy. Robella continued to speak in circles:

"Average." I say.

"I mean...... You still have a chance, you bastard-" As if unable to take it anymore, Roberia reached out and grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in front of her:

"Now go tell that aristocratic idiot that you're not going to marry her, and come with me - let's go, go to America, and start over. We can buy a small farm, and—"

“……”

I never imagined that Robella would come out with such an almost pleading expression. She's always so confident, always so strong and looks like she doesn't care about anything, so I thought ......

"Sorry, forget about those stupid words."

Before I could answer, Robella let go of me, then turned and ran towards the door of the bar......