Simultaneously, when Desmond tried to fake his focus on parchnt, the sound of the door sliding sounded, and a maid walked in afterward, "Here, young master." The maid saw Desmond seriously reading the parchnt and entirely focused.
Since Desmond looked like he couldn't be bothered, the maid put the empty parchnt and ink and pen on the end of the table. After that, she smiled at Desmond and walked out of the room.
Desmond, who was tense reading the parchnt, let out a sigh of relief when he heard the door to the room had closed. He glanced over and didn't find any maids around, "I thought I get discovered."
Desmond then glanced at the parchnt and stationery the maid had brought, "Hmm, I forgot to ask for the knitted letter type to reply to the letter from Elizabeth."
Desmond repeated the sa action, he clapped his hand, and a maid entered. Desmond told her about the type of material he wanted to make his second letter.
The maid nodded and said that she needed ti to prepare the letter because she had to buy it first. Desmond gave his approval, and the maid left.
After that, Desmond turned his gaze to the parchnt in front of him, "How should I respond to this? Thank you or maybe ntion the contract?" holding a pen; he bent his hands down and leaned his cheek.
"Well, whatever it is, at least first I have to thank you." Desmond then dipped the tip of a pen made of chicken feathers in a small iron cup filled with squid ink.
Desmond waited for the ink to dry a little before writing on the parchnt after dipping the pen. This was the first ti he had written on parchnt; he usually ordered the maids to do this. But since this letter concerns the kingdom, it would be very dangerous for anyone other than him to know his parents' news.
Desmond's writing cannot be said to be bad or good because this is his first experience; he hopes that many mistakes can be learned.
At first, every ti he made one of the words, his hand seed to be tucked and made the word into a different aning, but over ti Desmond's hand beca smooth even if you saw that the writing was quite neat before.
Great, thanks to the system, Desmond thought. When he first wrote, he just wanted to try to get a feel for how it feels to write on parchnt; after a few tries, he got bored and had the system help him.
A groove was visible on the parchnt; Desmond only needed to follow that path to form a word. Desmond was not surprised by this system's features because he had previously used a similar part when tracking Alice's whereabouts.
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While writing, The birds chirped in the morning, while the sound of the gentle wind seed to make its own beat make Desmond's inspiration was increased, coupled with the calming natural atmosphere.
And without realizing it, Desmond had been writing longer than he expected. He sighed and felt his hands start to ache, "This is so great; I never knew an atmosphere would affect my mood so drastically."
Desmond then lifted the parchnt and looked at the content he wrote, "Wow, I feel this not who wrote this letter ..." he was amazed at every sentence used to express his gratitude to the pri minister.
Desmond smiled with satisfaction seeing this; right then, a screeching sound on the wooden floor rang out. He lowered the parchnt and, this ti, sat down staring at the beautiful blue sky from his window.
"Young master, I bring the type of letter you requested." The maid's voice was the sa as before, which ans she personally go out and buy the material. Now the maid was waiting for his order while knocking on Desmond's door.
After hearing her young master's permission, the maid ca in with a serving plate and a letter from knitting. "This, young master."
Desmond turned around and saw the maid bringing a wine, "Thank you ..." he answered sincerely while smiling at the maid. Desmond did not expect that his maid would understand this tedious writing task or that perhaps she had expected that Desmond would ask to bring wine?
Hearing Desmond's answer, the maid smiled before finally asking permission to return to duty.
...
Before writing the second letter, he looked back at the letter to be sent to the pri minister. This looks like sothing is missing, Desmond thought.
Apart from giving thanks, Desmond felt sothing the pri minister wanted to convey, but he could not see it clearly.
Desmond then raised the glass containing the wine and took a sip, "Ahh," while enjoying the wine, Desmond turned around and looked at the swaying adow and the white clouds that ford so strange shapes.
In that instant, Desmond realized the most crucial thing in the information the pri minister had conveyed. If this letter spread ans .... thought Desmond, his imagination running wild as he imagined the next consequence, he imdiately wrote what he thought on the parchnt.
After finishing writing, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead and almost hit the parchnt; Desmond's heartbeat skipped for a mont when he saw this, "Almost. If it was hit, all this writing, it might be a little blurry."
Apart from that, he also felt a new hot feeling from his neck.
Maybe because of my hair?
Desmond then activated a spell, and the wind began to gather behind Desmond's hair. The wind then flew up and made his hair stand up, "ahh, it's comfortable ..."
After that, Desmond activated another spell, a tree root entered Desmond's room from the window. He manipulated the tree roots and cut it, only took a few roots, and made a hair tie. Desmond used his imagination to control the hair tie by joining all his hair and creating a high-bun version.
"This seems correct," After finishing, Desmond deactivated both of his elental spells and checked his writing on the parchnt.
"Good, even if the pri minister had anticipated this move, at least I just added so fact to his guess for it to co true." Inside the parchnt, Desmond requested that this news be kept a secret.
Desmond's didn't now that his request was the sa as the King's order; the King also assigned the pri minister not to spread this news. In contrast to Desmond, the King's thinking already covered all his powers, which ant that he did not think about Desmond's safety but his people's safety from external factors.
Desmond then rolled up the parchnt and took out the royal ribbon used in the previous parchnt. He ties it and puts it aside.
"Now, for Elizabeth, I might just say that I got the Master Wizard from the Guild." Desmond then wrote down what he thought, but he always said thank you at the beginning of a letter before that.
"Done, believe it or not, it at least I've answered the letter." Desmond then called the maid and told her to deliver the two letters to the pri minister and King's daughter, Elizabeth.
After finishing all of his morning activities, Desmond wanted to continue training as usual, but he rembered that a certain person tried helping him heal his hand.
He took the mirror he used to communicate and activated a spell on it.
"Hello, little Desmond." There was a voice of an adult woman who was very seductive and alluring from the mirror's reflection.
Desmond indirectly saw the woman's figure in the clothes that showed a little of her body. Her smooth skin was slightly revealed but still made a charming and mysterious impression coupled with the woman's seductive gaze.
Desmond was rendered speechless when he saw her appearance.
"Hello, Mrs. Clentine. " He answered the woman without showing a lust or seductive expression in front of her.
"How unfortunate, at least give this young lady a complint ..." Clentine chuckled as she saw Desmond's reaction, but there was so disappointnt in her eyes.
This woman is calling herself a young lady, even though she has a daughter of the sa age as ...
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anwhile, on the other side of the mirror, behind Clentine, a girl looks almost the sa as Clentine with long red hair was looking at Clentine with a strange look.
The girl was still wearing her nightgown, which showed the girl's cleavage. Even though she is still young, her face and growth may not be inferior to Clentine in the future.
"Mother, what are you doing?" the girl asked; she, who had seen her mother, was choosing clothes for her, suddenly stopped and sat in her chair holding a mirror.
Clentine turned around when she heard her daughter's voice, "Ah, mother is ..." her words stopped when she saw her daughter's clothes that were more seductive than her, "Co here a minute Diana, mother has sothing important to talk about." Clentine smiled slyly as she motioned to co to her.
Diana, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, was confused by her mother's look and behavior, "Can't you co and tell ?" she just woke up and felt very lazy to get out of bed.
"Co here, or I won't pick you a dress." Clentine was a little annoyed by the behavior of her daughter, who was rolling on the bed.
"Yes, mother." Diana stopped rolling, and she then walked towards her mother. She failed to detect any other intentions from her mother.
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