“Walter, is taking my virtue still valid?” Edith Lowell was sold as the fourth wife of an old Viscount. However, the old viscount collapsed unconscious, and to top it off, she was threatened with bearing another man’s child as the Viscount’s heir. But Edith knew. Every time she faced the stableman in front of her, reality faded away like a lie. “Well then… undress.” As a mere stableman, he had a more noble appearance than the Viscount himself. He looked like the first love she left behind, but even the way he spoke was different from other men. “…Do what you want, Walter.” As for when this matter would end, which was started for the sake of survival. “Then, My Lady, you have given me permission.” Even she herself was unaware of the consequences her decision would lead to.