Around the end of the 1st month, 1,548th year, Continental Calendar
It was around the ti when the reinforcents sent to the Union of Eastern Nations were returning, and all of the cleanup was over. It was an evening so chilly that snow was falling in the royal capital.
Komain had co to Serinas room in Parnam Castle, and was sitting across a table from the owner of the room. While there was tea laid out on the table, there was a bizarre atmosphere in the air that left her unable to relax and drink it.
In that tense situation, Komain asked, Do you mind, Serina? Im going to ask one more ti.
In response to Komains serious expression, Serina was her usual cool self.
Komain found her resolve and opened her mouth. Theres not much ti left, so no beating around the bush. How do you feel about Poncho?
Komain sure cut straight to the chase.
Serina cocked her head to the side. I dont know what to tell you. I think Sir Poncho is Sir Poncho?
Thats not what I an. Im asking whether you like him or not.
Whether I... like him? Serina groaned. She was a beauty, so there was a certain flourish to the way she looked when deep in thought. I find him... likable, you know? He may be weak-willed and indecisive, and I would be grateful as his aide if he were to have a little more self confidence, but he has good character. I would say, without a doubt, hes a likable person.
I agree, but... thats not what I was asking. Komain clutched her head, wondering how it had co to this.
Souma had asked her to subtly help Serina realize her romantic feelings, but an unaware Serina made for quite the tough adversary.
From Komains perspective, Serina and Poncho seed compatible.
Serina was highly capable and filled in for Ponchos shortcomings as a minister, while Poncho had used his cooking to seize firm control of Serinas stomach.
Komains relationship with Poncho was similar, but she felt like Serina and Ponchos ties were even deeper.
They needed each other.
That irked and frustrated Komain, who was pining for Poncho herself.
You love Ponchos cooking, dont you, Serina? she asked.
Certainly.
How do you feel about Poncho, who makes that food? As a man.
I respect him. I think having encountered that sort of food is the greatest happiness in all my life. Thats why Im grateful to Poncho for creating all those dishes.
Serina looked enraptured. Komain thought there really was sothing there.
And that respect and gratitude hasnt transford into romantic feelings at so point? Komain asked.
Romantic feelings... is it? Serina looked up slightly in response to that.
That change made Komain think, Oh?
This was Serina, always cool and composed, her expression never changing, and yet now she looked just the slightest bit lancholy.
While Komain waited, wondering what it could be...
Um... I dont really understand what romantic feelings are, Serina confessed, as if searching for the words to express herself.
...Co again?
My family has served the royal house for generations. I was educated from a young age to beco a servant befitting the royal family. I was taught that loyalty and sincerity are ant to be reserved for those in the royal family. As a result, Ive never thought about anyone outside the royal family.
Komain was speechless. It seed Serinas cluelessness about love ca from her devotion to her familys duty, and the thorough education that had molded her into a maid.
No, no matter how proud a family was to work in service of the royal family, they wouldnt suppress all their personal feelings except loyalty to the crown. If they forbade romantic feelings, then Serina herself would never have been born.
However, Serina, ever loyal to her duty, must have taken their teachings at face value.
Thinking of the royal family first, she had cast off any special feelings for any of the other people outside it as unnecessary. Serina could skillfully handle any job you set her to, but she was so awkward when it ca to herself.
Komain slumped her shoulders, because of course this was going to be hard, but at the sa ti she thought, But even though shes like this, Serina has a strong interest in Ponchos food. Her usual iron mask has a way of falling apart when shes eating, too, so with one more push, maybe shell realize her own feelings?
If that ca to pass, what was needed next was Komains own resolve. In order to open a heart that was locked up so tight, sowhat forceful thods might be needed.
Very well, Komain said. I will find my resolve, then.
Hm? Im not entirely certain what you might an? Serina cocked her head to the side.
Komain stood up and looked down at her. If thats how its going to be, Ill go all out! In order to reach the place I want to be, I dont have the luxury of being picky with my choices.
As Komain found her determination and left the room, Serina looked on dumbfounded.
It was a few days later.
Poncho was in a room in a certain mansion in the capital with a tense look on his face.
Just the other day, talk of an arranged marriage eting had arrived, and he was about to et the lady in question today.
Though the numbers had declined from their peak, Poncho was still a well-off bachelor, so these offers kept coming in.
Normally Serina and Komain stood behind him, keeping a keen eye out for ulterior motives, but today Komain was away on business. Because of that, the only one behind Poncho today was Serina.
When it was almost ti for the eting, and Poncho was losing his composure, he tried striking up a conversation with Serina behind him to distract himself from his nerves.
I wonder who exactly it is Im eting today, yes.
Hm? You havent heard? Serina asked.
I havent, no. It was suddenly brought to the castle, so the information on my partner hasnt had ti to reach . The castle says they want to at least try eting her.
That is... odd.
Does anyone go into an interview about a potential arranged marriage with no knowledge of their partner? Serina wondered. If they hope to form relations with Poncho, they would have had to lay the groundwork for it first. Wouldnt they normally give the ladys na and advertise her lineage, appearance, and talents, so as to inspire as positive an impression as possible of her in Poncho?
While Serina was thinking that, Poncho bowed his head apologetically.
Im sorry to always trouble you like this, Madam Serina. Accompanying to these marriage interviews.
No, this is a duty I undertake on His Majestys orders.
Im still grateful for it, yes. Id like to tie the knot already. I feel bad for you and Madam Komain, helping with all this.
Yes, I... suppose.
Seeing Poncho clench his fists with enthusiasm, Serina felt just a little irritated. However, she did not know what at.
Poncho had said nothing particularly strange. Yet still... for so reason, there was a rustling in her chest.
As Serina clutched at her chest, there was a knock at the door.
C-Co in, yes, Poncho called.
Pardon , ca the response as the door opened, and in ca a woman in fine clothes. This woman was presumably his partner for the day.
When they saw her face, not just Ponchos but Serinas eyes bugged out, too.
M-Madam Komain?! Didnt you say you had business today?! Poncho cried out.
Yes, Komain replied with a smile.
Today, she was more dressed up than usual. She wore a vibrant shawl over her usual Native Arican-ish outfit, and on her head she wore a hairpiece made of jade. This was likely her tribes finery. She was wearing make-up, too, thin though it was.
Seeing Komain all dolled up like this, it finally dawned on Poncho.
C-Could it be that youre my partner for today?
Yes, said Komain. I asked His Majesty Souma to arrange this for . Please, take good care of today!
An instant later, an intense wave of pressure flew her way. From behind Poncho, Serina had turned those eyes that had repelled many conniving potential marriage partners on Komain.
Struck by this cold gaze, like that of a wild wolf, an ordinary woman would have broken. However, Komain had already experienced it once, and she knew it was coming, so she was prepared.
I wont lose, Madam Serina. Komain sat straight up, looking right back into those eyes. Not returning the pressure, simply staring at Serina.
Responding, I have nothing to feel guilty about, and Im not afraid of your intimidation.
As she kept staring back, Serina dropped the pressure in no ti.
Perhaps Komain will be all right? she relented. She knew the woman was not approaching Poncho with ulterior motives. I know Komains personality well. She is without artifice, cheerful, and has a pure respect for Sir Poncho. In her case, even if they were to wed, I see no misfortune befalling Sir Poncho as a result... or at least I shouldnt...
She had acknowledged Komain as a valid partner, but Serinas chest was filled with an eddy of conflicted feelings.
As Serina tilted her head, unable to identify why, Komain seated herself across from Poncho.
Um... if youre here as a potential marriage partner, that ans, you, um... would be willing to marry , yes? Poncho asked hesitantly.
Yes, Komain replied crisply. I have great respect for you, Poncho... Lord Poncho. Theres my gratitude for what you did for the refugees in our ti of need, but I also am enamored with your gentle personality. Of course, I also love the many dishes you make.
This straight expression of affection made Poncho blush.
He had been laughed at for his appearance before, but Poncho was unused to this sort of pure affection being directed towards him, so he was flustered.
U-Um... Im not much when it cos to looks or personality, but you still wish to be with , yes? Oh, no, I dont an to suggest I would be dissatisfied with you in any way, Madam Komain. But still, your elder brother, Jirukoma, is a manly warrior, nothing like , right? For soone as lovely as you, Madam Komain, I would think you could find a more talented and attractive man, one who has perford great acts of valor, yes.
I suppose I could. Long ago, I wanted to marry a strong, cool guy, like my brother. Komain chuckled. But the one I fell for was you, Lord Poncho. The heart never acts quite as we expect it will, does it? I an, I fell in love with you, even though youre the opposite of my type.
Madam Komain... thank you, yes. Poncho answered Komains shy smile in his own shy way.
He t Komain while distributing food aid to the refugee camp, and she had helped him with the forr refugees after hed beco the magistrate of Venetinova.
Then Komain had ended up serving under Poncho, supporting him both openly and secretly.
That was why Poncho knew how good-natured Komain was. He thought she was too good for him, but if she was willing to marry him, he couldnt have asked for a happier outco.
Poncho turned around and asked his assistant, who was standing behind him, What do you think, Madam Serina?
...Let see. Appearing to think for a mont, Serina looked at Komain and said, Madam Komain can be expected to support you without ulterior motives. However, you are a minister in this country, and, though you are an up and coming one, you are nobility. Without influential backers, I think Madam Komain rits so concern in that regard, wouldnt you say?
What Serina was saying was right.
The people they had chased off so far had co from lineages of knights, nobles, and influential rchants. If Komain, who had no backers, beca his wife now, she couldnt be expected to fend off the jabs of won of such parentage.
However, Komain looked straight back at Serina and replied, If I am to beco Lord Ponchos head wife, then I am told His Majesty Souma will arrange for my adoption into a suitable family. He seems to feel its a threat to the country that a good vassal like Sir Poncho should remain single for so long.
H-How embarrassing... Yes... Poncho bowed his head apologetically, but the reason he hadnt tied the knot yet wasnt his fault. It was because Serina and Komain were intimidating the candidates.
Serina looked probingly at Komain and asked, True. In that case, your lineage should be no problem. However, in that case, the responsibilities of the first wife of a noble will land squarely on your shoulders. Can you bear that?
Lets see. What I really want is for Sir Poncho to take soone reliable as his first wife, and then to keep at his side as his second.
...Is that a fact?
Yes. However, that person just wont appear, Komain said. If I just keep waiting like this, I never know when my turn might co. That being the case, I think I will do my best to be able to handle it myself.
Komain words were earnest, determined, and there was nothing Serina could say in response.
The path she would walk was sure to be fraught with difficulties. Even knowing that, Komain had decided to walk down it. With her and Poncho supporting one another.
To make light of that determination... was sothing Serina could not do.
Serina closed her eyes and took a step backwards.
That was proof of her recognizing Komain as suitable for Poncho.
Poncho avoided giving Komain an imdiate answer, due to the nature of these sorts of etings, but he promised to provide a favorable response. They would likely be engaged to marry in short order.
This is awkward to say, but this is a load off my shoulders, yes, Poncho added.
Hee hee, Komain giggled. You went through a lot of these marriage etings, after all. Youve lost weight, havent you?
Have I? I dont think my waistline has changed much.
You wouldnt be Poncho if you werent paunchy, after all.
Watching the two of them talk, smiling, from up close, Serina felt like she had been left all alone by the flow of ti.
Whew...
So days had passed since then. In a room in Parnam Castle, Serina let out her umpteenth sigh of the day.
Carla could simply watch no longer, and hesitantly spoke to her.
...Um, Head Maid? Did sothing happen? It seems to that youve been sighing a lot today.
Pardon . I was a little lost in thought. Following her ek apology, Serina resud cleaning the room as a maid, but her expression remained as sullen as before.
Honestly... what is it...? Serina wondered.
Ever since shed heard Komains confession, there was a maelstrom of conflicted feelings whirling inside her chest.
Poncho was a good colleague of hers, and Komain was a pleasant girl. She ought to have been happy theyd gotten engaged, so why couldnt she bring herself to bless the two of them?
Do I think Ill feel lonely once theyre married...? Thats absurd. Im no child. I shouldnt feel left out. So why...?
Though Serinas hands hadnt stopped working, her thoughts were looping, and they eventually poured out in another sigh.
Normally, Serinas default persona was the cool and serious type whose emotions were hard to read, which made Carla all the more alard to see her look so gloomy.
Um, could it be youre feeling unwell sowhere? If youre under the weather, maybe you should leave this to , and take the rest of the day off?
Thats not it, really... Was my work sloppy in so way?
No, you were doing well, Carla said hastily. In fact, the way you looked so sad but your hands were still moving properly made it more creepy... Whoa, excuse !
Realizing her slip of the tongue, Carla hurriedly saluted and apologized.
Seeing Carla so flustered, Serina let out a sigh of exasperation. There are tis when Im not at my best, too.
Um... are you really sure you wont consider resting? Carla suggested.
Serina shook her head. It would be nice if I could, but... in this case, it wouldnt let my mind rest.
Your mind? Its not your body?
Yes. How should I put this...? I dont like leaving things I could be doing to other people. Its the job of a maid to look after others, so it feels to like having others look after is contrary to my role.
I see... Carla said. Well, I have to say, you arent the head maid for nothing. Youre like the ideal maid.
The ideal maid. That was what Carla called her, but Serina cocked her head to the side and wondered if she truly was.
She felt like the desire not to have others worry about her ca not from her thoughts as a maid, but her thoughts as an individual. Serina hated having to rely on others. She desired not to have others look down on her just because they had lent her their strength.
In the end... I suppose Im clumsy.
If she could be honest with herself and accept help from other people, life would be much easier.
In fact, the king of this country, Souma, always honestly recognized when he could not do sothing himself, hired soone he could delegate the task to, and kept the country running smoothly by trusting them.
However, because Serina had the misfortune of being talented enough to do anything, she had co all this way not relying on others. She couldnt just change the way she had lived after so long.
If my personality let rely on others better... Im sure I could have asked soone about these conflicted feelings... Serina reflected.
Oh! But Head Maid, youve let Sir Poncho cook for you before, right? I hear hes done it for you a number of tis as thanks for being his assistant. Carla suddenly brought that up.
Yes, Serina said. What about it?
No, um, if you hate letting other people do things for you, maybe you actually dislike it when Sir Poncho cooks for you... is what I was thinking.
The words Carla spoke off-handedly set off a rustling in Serinas chest.
Thats not true, Serina said. Sir Ponchos dishes are all unique, nothing I could co up with. Thats not sothing I could do myself, you see?
Oh, no, maybe that was true the first ti, but youre a better cook than most, right? The dishes that Sir Poncho and the master make use a lot of unusual ingredients, but making the dishes themselves is incredibly simple. If youd asked him to write down the recipe, there would be no need to trouble Sir Poncho. You could make the dishes yourself, couldnt you?
Huh?! When Carla pointed that out, Serinas eyes went wide.
Now that she ntions it, thats true.
Ponchos dishes were novel, but all of them were made with affordable ingredients, and if he had just told her the recipe, of course, Serina could make them, too.
Despite that, Serina had never tried to make them herself. She would just smack her lips and eat what Poncho made for her with an enraptured look on her face.
Though she claid that she hated letting others do for her what she could do for herself, Serina had been letting Poncho cook for her.
Serina was certainly looking after Poncho, but Poncho had been looking after her, too.
And not once had that felt unpleasant to her.
Now that she had been made to realize that, Serina stood there with a rare look of amazent on her face.
I... was relying on Sir Poncho, wasnt I? And the reason I didnt notice, was that it ca so naturally...
This was the first ti she realized how special Poncho was.
The weathers just awful, isnt it? Serina griped.
It was that afternoon. The sky was heavy with clouds.
According to Nadens Weekly Weather Forecast, which she, as the head maid, dutifully checked every week, sleet was expected today, turning into snow at night.
Under a sky that weighed her down just looking at it, Serina left through the gates of Parnam Castle and headed out to town.
She had work as Ponchos aide today, so she was on her way to his residence.
Being an aide to Poncho was a respectable job, so normally she was able to receive permission to take a carriage... but today she was in a walking kind of mood.
She walked through the chilly streets wearing a coat over her classical maid uniform.
When a beauty like Serina walked through the city, she naturally drew the eyes of n passing by. If those n had won accompanying them, the jealous won would sotis pull their ears or slap them for it.
From a mans perspective, she was quite the sinful woman.
While looking at the scenery of the town, Serina let out a sigh. Normally, she wouldnt think anything of this scenery, but today it felt awfully lonely to her.
Im sure Sir Poncho will be replying to Komain soon. Those two will be engaged, then eventually beco husband and wife. Theres no place for there...
Serina rembered sothing that Gingers secretary and maid, Sandria, had said. Then, how would you feel if Lord Ginger were a woman? If it were a woman that Lord Poncho was having such a good ti talking to right now, would you still not feel the least bit anxious about it?
What did I respond back then...?
If she recalled, it was sothing about how, if Poncho only made food for that woman, and she couldnt eat with him anymore, she wouldnt like it... or sothing like that.
If things continued as they were, the one eating with Poncho would be Komain.
Was it all right for her to hate that?
Did Serina have the right to?
Its like a scene Im looking at through glass...
Staring at the glass window of a carriage that had just stopped in front of her, that was what Serina thought.
She could see the people within clearly, but they were in a separate space, and as envious as she might be of what she saw, she could never have it for herself.
Looking at her face reflected in the window, Serina looked like a child about to burst into tears.
Sleet began to fall from the sky.
Its started coming down, huh? Serina murmured.
It was soggy snow that turned to water the second it touched her skin or clothes.
Serina had been staring vacantly up into the sky for a while, but at this rate, she was going to catch a cold.
She had ant to arrive at Ponchos mansion before it started coming down in earnest, so she had made no preparations for rain at all. Fortunately, it wasnt far.
Serina walked quickly through the sleet until she arrived at Ponchos mansion.
When she knocked to inform them of her arrival, Komain ca to answer the door and her eyes widened.
Whoa! What happened, Serina?! Youre soaked!
I got caught out in the sleet for a little while.
This took more than a little while... Why didnt you co by carriage?
As Komain fussed over and welcod the soaking wet Serina, heavy footsteps sounded from deep inside the mansion.
Of course, it was the master of the house, Poncho. He had a large bath towel in his hands.
As he rushed to Serinas side, he threw the towel over her head quickly. I... I heard Madam Komains voice, so I brought a towel. If you dont wipe yourself quickly, youll catch a cold! Madam Komain, please boil so water and bring it here, yes.
U-Understood!
Watching Komain hurry off, Poncho started wiping Serinas hair with the towel. His hands werent gentle at all, and Serina was at his rcy. Hanging her head, her eyes closed, Serina was thinking.
No... I really dont dislike this at all...
Her wet hair was being touched and scrubbed. She was letting soone else take care of her. Despite that, she didnt feel any displeasure from it at all.
No... I cant hide it anymore. This person is special to .
Serina finally acknowledged her own love.
She placed her right hand on top of Ponchos left hand, which was on the other side of the towel, and brought it down to rest on her cheek. His big hand was warm and reassuring.
M-Madam Serina?! Wh-What is it, yes?!
Serinas sudden action made Ponchos usually narrow eyes go wide.
Nothing really... Only what I want to do. When she looked up, Serina wore her usual dauntless and serious face. However, the corners of her lips were turned up just a little. Sir Poncho, your right hand is slacking. You were going to wipe my hair for , werent you?
Y-Yes... Um, but, its difficult to do with only my right hand...
Bear with that much, at least. Because you are a special person who is allowed to take care of .
I... I dont know what youre talking about. Wait, Madam Serina, why are you touching my cheek now?!
This ti Serinas left hand was on Ponchos cheek. That ultimately put them in a position where they were holding one anothers cheeks.
Ponchos eyes darted around as he tried to process the situation. Wh-What is this?! Is this a joke?! Are you teasing , yes?!
Yes. I am teasing you. But this is no joke. In my own way, Im showing my love for you here.
Y-Your l-love...?! Wait, whaaa?!
Serina took one step back from the surprised Poncho, then lifted up the hem of her long skirt and bowed her head, like she was asking him if they might share the next dance at a social event.
Sir Poncho. You are special to . That is why I cannot abide you pushing aside to share your table with soone else. Even if that is a family mber. If you say you can only let family sit at your table, then let be a part of that family.
Huh...? What do you an by...
Its simple. If you are to take Komain as your wife, please take , too.
Poncho was left speechless, his mouth just opening and closing silently like he was a goldfish.
When a beauty like Serina, whom he had assud was far out of his reach, suddenly confessed her love to him, even if she did it in a weird and roundabout way, his mind went blank.
That was just when Komain ca back with a basin of hot water. Um... Did sothing happen while I was bringing the water to a boil?
I was just expressing my desire for Sir Poncho to make his wife. Serina said nonchalantly.
Komains eyes went wide. Well, then! Youve realized your own feelings, Madam Serina?
Yes. It did take so ti to look at them, however.
Ahaha... Too long, Komain said, laying the basin down with a laugh. But Im glad. If youll be coming, I dont need to be adopted into a noble family. Im fine with being the second wife.
Komain... are you sure about that?
I said I would do my best if the need arose, but I think it really would be hard for to act like a noblemans wife, after all. If youll take care of things outside the ho as the first wife, Ill focus on inside the house.
Seeing the peaceful smile on Komains face as she said that, Serina smiled a little, too.
She was sure she could get along fine with her.
Wait, Poncho?! Serina shouted. Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head! Are you okay?!
Komain shook Poncho and tried to call him back to reality.
As she watched her, Serina suddenly rembered sothing Komain had said before. By the way, what was the place you want to be that you were talking about that ti?
On the day that she had most likely resolved herself to have the marriage eting with Poncho, Komain had said it was to reach the place she wanted to be.
Komain responded, Thats obvious, and grinned. The table that Poncho, you, and I can sit around as a family.
Later, Ponchos engagent to Serina and Komain would be widely publicized, and the gold digger won would be greatly disappointed.
Conversely, Souma and the other elites of the kingdom who had been worried about Poncho were relieved.
It feels like everything worked out the way it should in the end, Souma said with satisfaction.
Yes, Hakuya agreed. If Madam Serina and Madam Komain are with him, we can be sure they will protect the gentle but timid Sir Poncho from those who might try to take advantage of him.
Souma gave a big nod in agreent. Hes soone we need to continue doing good work for us in the future. For the developnt of the kingdom, and for my own personal reasons, I want to see Poncho build a happy, stable family.
May the three of them be happy together, Souma wished silently.
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