Episode 118

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

Ash.

Lydia.

My face glowed as soon as I heard his voice up close.

As soon as the friendly low-pitched sound intruded into my ears, my memories began to run wild.

So yesterdays memory.

Lydia.

How many times did Ash call my name yesterday?

And that wasnt so different for me either. Every time I open my mouth, I think I called Ashs name.

Besides, it is a bonus that the breathing sounds that seemed to pass between the two while calling the name were mixed.

Oh, no! Stop thinking.

If I can, I want to break through the floor and disappear. Then Ash asked.

How are you feeling?

..!

Dont ask me that!

I was trying my best not to imagine, but Ash came forward and was making nothing of it.

I managed to nod my head with a hot face.

At this time, Bessie suddenly stepped in to say it was resentful.

Your Excellency also noticed it, right? That shes not feeling well. I think you slept wrong last night. She said her back hurts.

Argh! Bessie!

Back?

Ashs gaze rested on my waist for a moment. At that moment I truly needed a rat hole.

I only need one good rat to share its hole. Im begging you.

I thought so, but the next moment my body flashed.

It was Ashs work. I suddenly opened my eyes round, hugging Ash.

A, Ash?

Then the cause provider should be responsible. Dont walk today.

Hey, hey, hey!

I just puffed my mouth in a held position.

Bessie blinked because she was right next to me and didnt miss Ashs words.

Provided cause?

Lets get in.

Even so, I wanted to disappear, but Ash hugged me and moved on.

I thought it would have been better off, as I was moved away from the training field by Ash, who strode.

If I had more, I would have dug up a hole in the ground and created a rat hole.

Shame and embarrassment crept up, I lifted my head up from Ashs back neck along the way.

In the meantime, a fairly distant vision saw Bessies face gradually fading with enlightenment and shock.

.. Sorry, Bessie. Ill make sure to explain it to you step by step.

I looked inwardly at Bessie, promising her next. I could see Ashs straight side holding me in his familiar arms.

My heart thumped.

It was a mix of embarrassment before, but now it was full of tension and excitement.

Suddenly, Ive become conscious of Ashs hand which is supporting my body.

The solid upper body of Ash I was leaning on was also a constant concern.

I now know what shape the muscles in these clothes are drawing. I know how it moves when hes nervous. I know how it burns and flows when sweat is formed.

How sensational it is when his eyebrows on his face are distorted as if holding up something.

.

God, please let the demon out of my head.

No, at least let me call it when I want to.

Ash walked in the quiet hallway holding me. How far is he going to go? I remained silent and opened my mouth.

Whats up with you all of a sudden? Why battle? What kind of wind is blowing?

Um..

Ash, who seemed to be worried, brought up the answer.

I thought I needed to waste some stamina.

Stamina?

Then I arrived in front of my room. Ash opened the door and put me down on the bed in the room.

Yes.

Ash, who laid me down straight, made eye contact with me for a moment.

Not to make anyone suffer before they get better.

I dont think there was any small mercenary.

Thick. Ash kissed me on the forehead short.

Rest.

Soon Ash went out of the room. The door closed.

I lay in bed in a quiet room with no sleepover. I blinked my eyes and soon closed my face with both hands.

As expected, it was hot.

back. I need my back to get better soon. I wondered if I could ask Bessie for a massage as soon as possible.

***

I was worried that Bessie couldnt get out of shock, but fortunately, she came in for a checkup on me.

After meeting again and hearing detailed explanations from me, Bessie couldnt keep her mouth shut for a while but then rejoiced with her straight eyes.

Cause I only need you two for the rest of my life anyway!

And then she added.

And it would be even better if I could take care of your baby seeds when Im still alive!

thats what she said, so I could get a back massage from Bessie all day long.

It was like a craftsmans touch. Well, it was perfect.

Anyway, that was yesterday. My back is pretty good now.

Unfortunately, Im not completely fine yet.

No, and I needed to leave the level of being fine and be stronger than before. If I think about it from now on. Hmm.

I took a posture that was good for the waist and looked into a book with exercise tips that were good for the waist.

Then Bessie knocked on the door and came into the room.

Lady.

Bessie was holding a letter. I put the book down.

Ive been receiving all the letters that come to me recently, to be exact the day before yesterday.

It wasnt for any other reason. I asked Count Grace to tell me if Aris fever was improving.

So Im checking every letter that comes in so that I dont miss anything..

Thanks to it, Ive learned one thing.

My background in the aristocratic society of the capital city has been known.

It was clear, though there was no obvious rumour that it might have been somewhat hushed and spread.

The reason why I was convinced beyond was simple.

First of all, the number of invitations to parties and meetings has decreased..

Its not just reduced, its been almost impossible to find for nearly three days.

In the past, it was such an invitation that flew in boringly..

On the other hand, the number of letters of engagement has increased significantly.

I glanced at the pile of letters in the corner of the desk that I had collected later for firewood.

The letter of the proposal has been arriving frequently before.

However, if they say its a problem, they are now sending letters of the proposal to all the people in attendance.

To put it a little bit sour, even the most common children were going crazy about getting married.

An old man was looking for a marriage partner again. Yuck.

There is another difference. The kite has been snapped off.

So the letter, which usually had asked me to meet rather than to date, disappeared and filled the entire place with a flood of letters saying, Lets get married.

What does this mean?

Theyre under the illusion that Im nervous.

They are the transparent ones anyway.

After hearing of my origin, they would have thought that I was about to be removed from the Duke.

Or be in a hurry to sell to any family.

Thats why these men are rushing to buy me before anyone else takes me for a bargain, and the ladies and the young children are trying to break up with me.

Its obvious, its really obvious.

Oh, but still.

I stared at the piles of firewood and the letters placed on the other half.

That letter, marked by a pink letter envelope decorated with lace at a glance, was from Irene.

Hmm.

I recalled a young face that I met in a short moment but had quite ups and downs.

Irenes letter arrived this morning. The content was that she invited me to her birthday party.

This morning is not the time when she still didnt know my origins.

Or rather, she might have rushed to me after hearing the news.

The birthday party date on the letter was next month. I cant believe shes already sending me an invitation to the party next month.

A light smile suddenly appeared. How is she doing?

I dont know if she still likes Sir Davery. Shed shifted her mind from Ash since the day of the hunting competition.

Well, if its still the case, Ill sneak a look at it.

I thought so, but then Bessie hesitated for a moment as she handed me the letter.

I stared wonderfully at Bessie.

Bessie, why?

This letter. Theres no sender.

Yeah?

I flipped over the letter I received. As Bessie said, there was really no senders name.

That doesnt mean the familys pattern is stamped..

Some people sometimes substitute the sender with the pattern of their own family.

Thats how high-ranking nobles way choose to take pride in their crest.

But there was no such thing in this letter. It was simply clean.

What did you say to the messenger?

He doesnt know. He only delivers it for money.

Hmm.

In many ways, a doubtful letter has arrived. I fumbled over the surface of the letter while I was thinking about it.

Well, I dont think theres a cutter knife.

Wait, is there a cutter knife in the world? Well, it doesnt feel suspicious anyway.

When Bessie saw me groping the letter and checking it, she asked carefully.

Shall we call Alex and have him open the letter?

Its all right.

No matter how much Alex says its a neighbourhood book, thats a bit too much.

After declining, I opened the entrance to the envelope. I could feel Bessies nervousness at the moment.

Isnt that a fortune letter?

But it wasnt a fortune letter.

Instead

[I know your secret.]

It was a threatening letter.