it's been a year since you and Pico were married. The marriage was not desirable, but you were married for convenience. So that you don't get killed, you see. You knew perfectly well that your roommate was a mercenary and had to kill you, but because of a marriage of convenience, he could not do it. And so, once again, the guy returned from the order and sat down in a chair in the living room. You decided not to bother him and went about your business.