Following the head-maid, I diligently walked through the endless forest path lined with garden trees. At the end of the thick forest, a dark blue-clad official stood waiting for us.
He handed over a docunt that I couldnt even read properly and I signed it with trembling hands.
Although sohow I couldnt sign it properly because I was embarrassed.
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Thank you. Please give my regards to Mr. Leopold.
The official, who received the childlike signed docunts, left the mansion at a busy pace, leaving a brief greeting. Perhaps because she also no longer had any business left, the head-maid also bowed silently as soon as the official left and turned toward the annex.
There was nothing new to be upset about her attitude. Sandra is the only one who talks to in this mansion in the first place. Even if it werent for that, theyll be busy sweeping and polishing this huge old castle every day. I have that much understanding.
I just wanted to ask a little more detail about what the head-maid said. That Im pretty much a mistress of this mansion. And whether thats really what Alan Leopold says.
Phew.
But her hand, which she had gently stretched out, fell off helplessly, as the back of the head-maid in uniform had beco as small as a small dot.
As expected, she was scared. Of course it was a lie to get her to sign it quickly. Because she thought the sa answer like Theres soone waiting for you. would co back.
But it was also unbearably scary to hear the confirmation that their young master really said that.
Ugh.
When the grass leaf, which grew ankle-high, brushed the wound, my whole body felt numb as if I had been electrocuted. I wish I could go back to my room, apply so dicine, and rest. Even though I skipped breakfast and lunch and wandered around the garden through the sll of grass, I couldnt go back to my room for so reason.
Its not because I dont want to face the ashes again, as Sandra should have cleaned my table by now. However, the foolish thought that this road was the most likely place to reunite with him grabbed by the ankle and did not let go.
Of course, it is frustrating and painful to feel that a novel that has not been completed is burned to ash in an instant. Its a precious story Ive written in my spare ti, going back and forth between the narrow desk in the old two-story house and the corner of my favorite coffee shop. If I deny that it has disappeared yet, it would seem like it would have never happened. I still cant believe it.
But now, I feel more strongly that I should talk to Alan Leopold. What was he thinking when he burned my novel?
Its impossible to guess, but in fact, its like I know a little bit. But these ideas, which make afraid, cannot be dispelled without his answer.
Unless its Alan Leopold.
With that thought, I crossed the wide garden towards the main gate. Even if I could get to the door, I wouldnt be able to get out. I know clearly that he is more likely not to be able to co back today.
In the face of the obvious fact, I sotis slowed down to reflect on how small and insignificant I was, but whenever I raised my head with hesitation, the unknown certainty comforted .
I thought it was a strange and affectionate comfort.
The bulb that I had dried has not yet been replanted.
It was then that a shrill voice was heard. As soon as I stopped walking at the unfamiliar voice, a familiar voice followed.
Good job. Sooner or later, we will have to do a major overhaul of the garden.
It was certainly the voice of William, the butler of the mansion.
And I acted out of my league again.
William!
I shouted out the na of the butler sowhere beyond the crowded garden tree colony. Originally, I would have walked towards the source of the voice, but now I cant afford to.
William! Where are you, William!
In the end, William and the gardener found first. The butler with a dignified and solemn impression walked in front of , standing alongside the young chestnut tree. He touched the shiny monocles one after another as if he couldnt believe it.
Whats going on? Are you lost?
He glanced puzzledly at my ssy, tangled hair and sloppy attire just a thin shawl over my sleepwear. I would have looked even more shabby and strange in contrast to their undisturbed appearance.
Youre going to catch a cold. Please go in
Take to Alan.
William paused in bewildernt. His eyes seed to be telling this- Whats wrong with your head?
You know, the young master is now,
Take where Alan is. You know where he is.
Lady, youre being so stubborn. I dont know why youre doing this, but hes not a free man. If you wait until he cos back,
He locked up to write a novel and then burned it!
I cut off his words and scread. Because I dont want to hear a lecture in the least. The butler turned pale and asked the gardener who was listening in the back to go back.
Why in the world did he treat like this.
I understand. Calm down first.
A sigh flowed out at the words. Is it because he is Alans loyal servant? Even after saying he understood it felt like a deception.
I managed to continue, suppressing the rising sorrow.
If I could, I would have visited him myself.
Miss.
If your master hadnt locked up I would have run out even barefoot.
.
It was only when the butler hurriedly handed the handkerchief that I realized that I was crying but I didnt have the strength to accept it casually. My ankles were throbbing, my face was a ss, and my emotions were collapsing as if they were broken.
William, Alan.
Please stand up, Miss.
The butler was embarrassed and reached out to , who sat down without caring about the dirt.
Let see him.
Ill send a servant.
My eyes widened at those words.
Are you taking where he is?
It seems that he had a rather very happy and welcoming face for a person who would get scolded at, gave explanation and an apology for coming to see Alan Leopold.
His business unit is facing a very important situation right now. Im not sure that hell be able to et you if you go to see him today.
Then
I lifted myself up with my sleeve wiping away tears. I still had a slight dizziness. The autumn leaves above my head are about to pour down.
If you dont mind, Ill tell him to send a carriage. Lets go back to the room first.
The answer gave a wave of relief and distant fatigue. I nodded softly and walked unsteadily back to the annex.
When I returned to the room, disinfected the wound, and washed myself in a bathtub full of petals, I felt a little better and dreamy.
When I ca out of the bath and was drinking a little of the clear soup Sandra brought, a maid ca and announced that a carriage was waiting outside.
* * *
I rember the day I climbed the brilliant Moonlight. The clear sky between spring and sumr, the sound of a miracle that shakes the earth, and the sll of the sea.
However, while not aware of it, it was already the peak of autumn. And this is surprisingly my first outing since coming to the Principality of Lunoa.
Then well be on our way, miss.
I fainted without knowing that I had arrived at Lunoa, I opened my eyes in an ancient castle dungeon. After that, a new life in an immovable cage. It was not long ago that I was able to co out to the garden.
If I was asked if I lived an unhappy and miserable life, it was not. However, enjoying good rooms, clothes, and food and having a comfortable ti with countless servants does not make unwanted restraints a pleasant thing. It is a very dangerous idea to think so.
The problem is that sotis I felt happy.
No, actually quite often I think.
Ha.
I leaned against the seat without even thinking about pulling back the curtains. Before I ca to Lunoa, I was curious about the street scenery of Lunos, the capital city where art lived and breathed. Now I just didnt want to think about anything.
I fell asleep for a mont, but the carriage rattled and stopped, and my eyes were wide open. Sure enough, I heard a knock and the coachman opened the door. The gentle autumn sun crept into the carriage.
Were here, miss.
Holding his outstretched hand, I got out of the carriage, and a three-story building stood in front of . It looked quite old, but it was a neat building that gave the impression that it was antique rather than old.
This is the office.
There were already countless monts when I missed him so desperately while he was here. Did he sotis think of here too?
A young man ca running to , who was thinking about it while standing blankly.
Oh, youre.
He was an academy scholarship student who lost his way in a detached house the other day. He told the story of Tobias, he greeted with a happy face as if he recognized right away.
Welco. Hes waiting.
He guided to a small tea room at the end of the hallway. As he walked down the cool corridor, he talked about Lunoas autumn weather and the duchys traders.
It may have been his own consideration, but unfortunately, I couldnt properly hear any of his words. Because the sound of my heart beating wildly was much louder than his voice.
What am I supposed to say when I et Alan Leopold? First I condemn the heinous act of burning my novel, and then I receive a sincere apology, and then.
Sir Alan, this is Eden. I brought her here.
I held on to the doorknob before I heard the answer. Its never my will to be so impulsive.
Its because the only thing inside this door that makes my face hot just by thinking about it and takes all the ti to think about itNo, lissa.
Actually, its all my will.
I kicked the door into the room and shouted.
Alan!
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