"..."
I kept wondering if this Duke might actually be one of those doting parents I had heard of in my past life. However, The Duke interrupted those thoughts.
"... Right... Dear, did you have sothing you wanted to tell ? Is there sothing you need?"
Oh! Nice!
I nodded while slowly freeing my hand, making a gesture to ask for sothing to write on.
He smirked bitterly after getting the ssage behind the gesture and went to his desk to bring paper, ink and a quill.
"Here, sweetie."
He placed the paper on the table, a little anxious.
I leaned over to write my reason for coming here. Although... I hesitated a bit when I was about to lay the tip of the quill on the paper...
’How... do I call him?... Duke? Your Grace? Father?........ Oh! Whatever! I don’t know!’
I wrote what I felt was better. I have a goal to achieve here!
Finishing the ssage, I lightly slid the sheet of paper in his direction so he could read it.
[Father,
Thank you for your warm welco. I ca to make a request, if it is not much to ask.]
He read it and stayed silent for a mont, staring blankly at the paper.
"Do tell , Dear. I will grant your every wish." After a while, he finally ca out with such words.
’... it’s not that big of a deal though... My every wish...’
I leaned over again to write what I wanted, a bit doubtful about his eagerness.
[I would like to order a customized object]
"A customized object?" — He asked, raising his brow in surprise.
"Is it jewellery?" — He whispered, rubbing his chin. To what I shook my head in negative.
Once again, I began to write with more detail.
[What I want is a kind of book. But it should have a special design to fulfil its purpose.]
"...I see..."
I had barely finished writing, but the Duke was already answering. He had already read it while peeking over my shoulder.
"Then, write down how you want it to be. I will ask for it to be done as soon as possible."
I nodded and wrote down the details.
When I completed the list and made sure I didn’t forget anything, I handed the paper to him. The Duke went over the list with a serious face and tapped his chin with his index finger. As he was about to finish, he lifted the end of his brow, showing great interest. Then, he turned his head to with an amazed expression.
"... How did you co up with such a functional artefact?"
’Hehe~... it’s simple but it IS functional.’
It’s not sothing that existed in this period of ti in my previous life, but since I’ve seen the future technological advances, my "imagination" for useful objects might seem innovative to these people.
"Impressive..."
"..."
’Yes! Praise more! You must know how aweso I am now, huh? Pa~pa~’ — I chuckled joking about our supposed parent-child relationship.
"Marianne."
With a more strict kind of tone, he called out, suddenly.
’Huh? Why so serious now...?’
"This could be sothing we can make business with."
’Oh! Don’t scare like that! I know that much already~... but I should tell him not to...’
Luckily there was another sheet of paper, so I wrote down my thoughts there. He didn’t see doing so, since he was absorbed in the description I handed to him.
Once I finished, I tapped his arm to show him what I wrote.
[I know what you an. But do not venture into making a business out of it. As you said, it is functional, but not many people will want it because it’s used while standing up or seated in the absence of a desk or table. Taking that into account, only people like secretaries or people who look over inventory would be the ones to buy it. So, the custors would be few and limited. Which is not worth the investnt.]
He read silently, taking in my suggestion.
"Hmm... you are right, I guess since I was too impressed, I failed to think further."
He turned to look at , so I just stared back at him.
"You’re quite smart... I’m blessed to have such a clever daughter." — He puffed while grinning and straightening up as if he was bragging.
"I will ask a good manufacturer to make it as soon as possible."
I took back the paper and wrote once again.
[Thank you. Father.]
"Ah... yes, Dear."
Sohow, he looks dejected. I sensed I shouldn’t leave yet, so I didn’t move and let my eyes go through the room again. This ti, I noticed he had what looked like frad pictures in a corner of his desk. Hmm... wonder of who they were...
"Marianne..."
My gaze ca back to him. As I t his eyes, he lowered them and slowly held my hands in his.
"I... I am very happy you ca today."
"..."
"I would like it very much... if you visited again in the very near future... and often, if possible..."
’Ah...’
"..."
’...he’s acting cute... hohoh~’
Since he was averting his face, I squeezed his hands, and once he turned back, I nodded in acceptance of his wish.
’We should get along, Duke.’
I could see his pupils shaking with emotion. He shut his eyelids and while holding back a trembling voice, he added.
"I will look forward to your visit, sweetie."
"..."
’...Uh... No... you know... You should visit too, you know?...’
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