Episode 139

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

Lydia blinked her eyes. Well, she did. Although she didnt think she meant it grandly.

Why? On second thought, do you feel wronged all of a sudden?

Ive been thinking about it.

Thinking?

Will I ever be a family to you, my lady?

Family?

Davery smiled faintly and added.

Yes, of course, Bessie and the butler already have one seat for each other as your family, so if I do well, Ill still be able to aim for third place.

I was worried about what troubled you. Youre already my family.

Is that so?

Yeah, didnt I tell you? Im quite fond of you, Sir.

Davery flinched but did not reveal it. He responded with quite a nonchalantly.

Well, now that I think, I remember ever hearing it.

That memory should be right.

Its an honour to hear it again.

I suppose so, I know.

Lydia smiled mischievously, closing her eyes. Davery tried not to stare at Lydia too much.

When was it? When he realized that he had feelings that he should not bear.

Oh, yeah.

It was then.

When Count Suena, who visited the mansion, raised his voice in the parlour room.

The day he unintentionally found out about Lydias origins before others.

Davery realized at the time. It felt as if someone had removed the hand that was covering his eyes.

Knowing that Lydia is not a part of this family, knowing Ash and she is not siblings.

As soon as the other two people he had seen felt different from before, Davery knew how he felt. It was a cruel realization. Even if he thinks about it now, it was too cruel.

Wouldnt it be better not to know?

As the fortune-teller old woman told him, would it have been better to remain ignorant, keep fooling himself?

. No. Rather, since I knew now, maybe I can decide to give up.

Davery recalled some time ago. The day when Ash, who suddenly went to the training ground, had sparring.

Sure enough, Ash said this to Davery, who was brutally broken and lying on the ground.

It would be perfect if you lowered your eyes a little bit.

At the time, Daverys heart sank even more, although it was just a moment. There was a flood of ideas in his head.

Did he know that? Since when did he know? Is this a warning? Then Ill.

Then, he realized right after. Thats just the answer to I cant even touch your collar right before, Your Excellency.

So, it means that his eyes standard was too high to dare to touch his collar.

Then Davery burst into laughter. He had no choice but to.

What the hell am I thinking?

His master doesnt care about him in that way. The reason was either between the two, whether he believed him or rather he does not care about him.

Either way, the answer was not important.

Davery made up his mind then. To give up.

Somehow he felt like doing it cleanly. It was a short time, but he felt relieved at that moment.

He doesnt intend to be an ungrateful dog that bites its owner. And more importantly, he wont get anything by biting his master.

Lady.

Instead of Lydia, Davery took his eyes off to the unknown flower.

Why?

Are you happy?

Lydia tilted her head to Daverys sudden question.

Thats a question not found in the context. What do you think?

The answer came back, asking the opposite question. Davery gave an honest answer after a moments pondering.

You look happy.

Then that would be the answer.

Then Lydia soon smiled in secret.

At first glance, it was a shy smile, but it was much more dazzling than the early spring sunlight that lit up the mansion site.

Why do you ask questions that you know the answer to? Really, Sir.

Is it that obvious? Happy? Lydia murmured with a smile.

When Davery saw it, he slowly closed his eyes and opened them.

He cherished a new feeling that he could not even realize and spent six years without knowing.

As soon as he finally realizes it, it is the time to put an end to it.

Would it be a good story to tell someone? how sad they are if they hear it?

Of course, he never wanted to let anyone hear it.

Davery stared at the blazing sun instead. Because it was less dazzling. The air has already warmed the early fresh spring.

Davery said with a smile.

Congratulations on your marriage, my lady.

***

Whos here?

There was unexpected news from a hectic morning.

To point out one thing here, the chaotic thing has been happening for several days, so today is not new.

The butler repeated his words calmly.

A wizard named Mayke is here. Ive brought her to the parlour room. Would you like to meet her?

Theres only one wizard who would come to find me.

Now, speaking of which, Mayke is the genius wizard who helped me in many ways.

Mayke. What the hell does she come for?

I went down to the parlour room with thoughtless thoughts.

Anyway, she helped me a lot. And thats how much I owe her.

Is she here to ask me what Ive said before?

Mayke helped me with the Kingdom of Viroz and asked me to do a favour for her later.

What is her request?

Well, I dont think its money for sure.

PrincessNo, no.

When I arrived at the parlour room, Mayke stood up, calling me familiarly, and stopped.

A moment of anguish passed over her face.

. soon to be Duchess? Maam?

Just call me by name.

Im not even become a Duchess yet. I sat across from her, unable to control my free-floating mouth.

Okay, Lydia-nim, although its late but congratulations on your marriage news.

Thank you. What are you doing here anyway?

I asked a question even though I had a rough idea of what it was about. Mayke opened her mouth.

I have something to tell you first. Well, I quit my job at the palace.

What?

Mayke who I know is an elite wizard belonging to the palace. She was also one of the most talented people in the world.

And She quit her job?

Uh. youre saying youre unemployed, right?

It wont be wrong to express it like that.

Why did you quit?

I speculated on why Mayke had quit her job overnight.

Of course, resignation is the dream of all office workers. I know. Resignation is the most effective medicine to be heard.

But wasnt the job Mayke gave up not just a job, but a golden job?

What is it? Is she treated unfairly? Or is the payment too little for her? Or Is she asked to do something dirty?

After a while, Mayke solved my doubts and questions about the rising palace.

Its because I wanted to do something.

What do you want to do?

Yes, Lydia-nim, do you remember? I said that one day I wanted to build a tower made of only wizards.

Oh, definitely.

I remember. I nodded.

Although I heard it as if it were passing by, all the conversations were clear because the situation was then.

Then you gave up your job at the palace because of it. Are you saying you quit to build a tower?

A freelancer declaration is a must start-up to start a business. I dont know if I can call it a start-up by the way.

Thats right. Thats why

Mayke, who nodded briefly at my words, followed and hesitated to speak out.

And one of the predictions I made as I came down to the parlour room was nicely shattered.

I asked again.

How much?

Im sorry. It was also a ridiculous amount.

No, no.

Not because of that. I quickly waved my hand.

Its just an unexpected request. Thats all.

When I thought what she asked wasnt money, but turned out to be true.

However, listening to the situation, I fully understand why she needs money now. I said.

Promise is promise. I favour you a favor, so dont worry.

I thought about it for a while and then went on.

And you could actually higher the amount than what Mayke had said. Approximately several times.

Yeah? Thats.

Mayke looked at me in surprise. I added words.

But Im not saying Ill give it to you completely free.

That was a really crazy amount for that. As soon as the exact number is counted, the sense of reality disappears.

Mayke looked nervous about what I said.

You mean theres a condition?

Thats right. Ill just lend it to you, not just give it to you. Instead, youll pay back the money after the tower that Mayke has built has settled down.

Thats

Maykes face puzzled for a moment. She asked as if she didnt understand what I said.

Can the tower Im trying to build make that much money? Its just that wizards get together to study each other, improve their skills, and train their juniors..

Thats it.

I cut off Maykes words and flicked my finger.

Thats whats important. Is it called scroll? A piece of paper with magic on it.

Thats true, but..

You can make a sale for it. Its an authentic, ready-made thing.

Magic items are useful. This is needless to say.

However, there were too few market offerings compared to its value.

It means that even if you have money, you cant get it. Theres a lot of demand up there, but theres no supply.

Mayke made an enlightened face.

You want me to do the scroll business.

I wish you could sell other magical items. Anyway, now the number of wizards is limited, and I know that there are limitations to the type and number of scrolls that can be made. But it could be different in the future.

The tower that Mayke is trying to build is a tower made up of wizards only for wizards. Wouldnt it be as easy to make magical items if the tower was established to some extent and produced many capable wizards?

I mean Ill invest, so to speak. Seeing the possibility of the tower being built by Mayke.

..Lydia-nim.

Mayke looked at me with a bright expression.

Im relieved shes not the type to talk, I cant believe you asked me to use magic to make money! How dare you!. So, I spoke in a relaxed tone.

Do you happen to know? When scroll sales are established later, there will be people who buy dozens of scrolls for stress relief or hobbies.

Aha, That cant be.

Mayke asked as if she had heard a ridiculous joke.

Well, I didnt mean it that seriously either. No matter how much money they have, theres no one like that.