Episode 58

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

Well, the market is close anyway.

I went with good faith.

It was true that Sir Davery, who had to follow me wherever I went, seemed to be running out of personal time recently.

I came out to the market with two people.

Its lively.

The long line of stalls was lively and noisy, with many people at one glance.

I nodded silently, as if in agreement with Sir Daverys appreciation.

There are already quite a few people out there watching.

The harvest festival in honour of the years abundance was a big event. In terms of size alone, it stood shoulder to shoulder with the National Foundation Festival in spring.

Maybe thats why I saw quite a few people who came out to play in the festive mood in advance, even before the date was fully set.

Where shall we go first?

Well, I dont really care, so stop by the nearest place first in order of distance. Is the weapons store the closest from here?

Lady.

Why?

You have no romance.

.?

What romance all of a sudden?

Look at this street. Cant you feel anything?

Theres a lot of people. The stalls, too.

And its full of energy. Its the street to celebrate the festival.

And?

No matter how many things we came out to buy, wouldnt it not be a courtesy to this bright and exciting street to only really buy things?

What is he talking about?

Bessie clapped her hands on the side at the sudden argument.

Thats right!

Then she helped as if she had waited only for this moment.

Its too bad you know since youre here and there are so many things to see, why dont you take your time and look around?

I blinked and looked at the two alternately.

Soon after, there was something easy to pinpoint.

when did you two join hands with each other?

Oh, what are you guessing?

You know what I mean. Somehow, this was the real purpose from the beginning.

It occurred to me that Sir Davery, in the mansion, appeared at a very coincidental time and intervened.

I thought it was an exquisite coincidence, but now I think it wasnt a coincidence.

He was trying to get me on the market in advance.

As I looked closely at him with my arms folded as if I had noticed, Sir Davery and Bessie looked into each others eyes, and soon admitted in a gentle manner.

Was it obvious?

Should I say it clearly?

My dear lady, its all for you. Im just being honest with you, but please forget everything else today and just relax and concentrate on watching the festival.

Huh?

I blinked my eyes.

Bessie suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

Even when I listened with one ear, Bessies words that were deeply worried and concerning, so I had no choice but to be silent on my own.

What the hell is that all of a sudden.?

Do you think we didnt know? You havent been feeling well lately and how bad your complexion was these days.

Huh?

Me?

No, it was technically a bad situation. What was just embarrassing was the fact that I was making an outward sign of it. I stammered for a moment and said the same thing as Sir Davery.

Was it obvious?

I mean that, of course. Oh, my lady, what can I do to make your suffering heart relaxed?

That

Lucas should be the one whos suffering.

When asked why I looked so bad, I was looking for a plausible excuse.

But I didnt have to be.

Instead of asking me why Bessie poured out a cool cursing at the dead one.

I was fascinated by the splendid speech that was as good as the butler, and I soon realized and stopped her.

Stop it, Bessie, look around.

I was actually looking.

Bessie stopped the feast of cursing in the stinging gaze and grumbled instead.

Oh, really, its just a pity that hes already dead. You shouldnt have let him be fine.

Um

Did being dead is fine?

Maybe its because he was stabbed to death.

For no reason, our lady is suffering because of that bastard, and youre still upset about it. So, today letting it go for a while is good?

I had nothing to say.

To be honest, the reason for my disarray these days was that most, no, actually, is because of Ash, but since I couldnt tell it as it was, I equivocate with an answer.

Sir Davery stepped in and patted Bessie on the shoulder.

Calm down, Bessie, because were here anyway. Should we make her feel better?

Thats right, lady. What do you want to see first? During this period, the street sells cotton candy using magic tools.

Bessie stared at me with her eyes burning with enthusiasm.

It seemed unlikely that it would work to say that its all right and that theres nothing to care about it.

I ended up failing to decline and decided to take a brief look at the whole market.

Hey, look at that. Theres an event where you get a doll if you get a dart. What do you think of that doll?

Yes, its pretty.

Ill get it for you.

And what I learned from this situation, Bessie was quite versatile.

I spoke to Sir Davery while watching him turn the merchants face blue with his amazing dart skills.

Sir.

Yes, my lady.

Does my complexion look that bad these days?

Well you seemed to have a lot of thoughts.

This time I suddenly remembered what Sir Davery had said in the last carriage.

If you have someone you like, you can talk to me.

In that respect, his sense is better than others.

Sharp and precise.

.Ill have to be careful not to get caught.

I swallowed dry saliva secretly.

I think its better not to get as close as possible to Ash when Sir Davery is next to me.

Just in case, I need to practice facial expressions.

I was thinking about it, and Bessie, who had already got the doll as she said, returned with a bright walk.

Here you go, lady.

Wow, thank you.

In fact, it was more fun to see Bessis triumphant face than the doll.

Anyways, thanks for trying for me.

As expected, I should focus on my facial expressions and not cause this kind of concern from now on.

It was when I wandered around the market to some extent.

When I felt like my legs were starting to hurt, the child, who seemed to barely reach my waist, grabbed me by the hem of my dress and begged me.

Go to the fortune-teller stall.

Fortune-teller?

Let me solve your lifes problems. Its very good.

The little child murmured what he must have memorized. When I looked over the child, I saw a cloth.

It looks like its a fortune-tellers tent. At times like this, theres at least one. Would you like to stop by?

Well, shall we?

I nodded, not thinking long.

Just in time, I felt my legs hurt, and the fortune-teller stall was sitting down, and there was no reason to refuse.

I made eye contact with the child before heading for the tent.

Whats your name?

Its Marie.

Yes, Marie, Im seeing the fortune-teller because of you, so dont forget to take care of your life later.

Yes.

I patted the childs head lightly and moved my steps.

Lady, Ive never gone to a fortune-teller before.

Really?

How about you?

I dont know

I realized that this is my first time seeing a fortune-teller in this life.

In my previous life, I used to see tarot cards whenever I went downtown.

Is it similar here?

I hope its fun anyway. Lets go in.

The inside of the tent was wider and brighter than I thought.

A grey-haired old woman sat with several statues hanging behind her back.

Welcome. This is a precious guest. As the child said, Ill read your future for you.

Did you hear what the child said?

I need to have good ears to do business. Have a seat, anyway.

The old woman did not seem to be particularly demeaned, for the sake of the precious guest.

I sat in front of the old woman, with some strange feeling, alongside Bessie.

There, you sit too.

I feel comfortable standing up.

I have something to tell you. Sit down.

And in the end, three of us sat down, including Sir Davery.

As soon as the old woman did, she looked at Bessie and opened her mouth.

Well, youll have a good relationship sooner or later.

What? A good relationship?

Man, man.

Oh my!

Bessie covered her mouth with surprise and shook my hand.

How old am I?

Is age important? As long as you didnt get married. They say that even if there is no wife or husband, an old person could form relationships only by making eye contact with each other.

Ay, but.

Its a younger man, a younger man.

Can you tell me a little more about that?

But the old woman sadly cut off the conversation there and this time looked back at Sir Davery.

I told you to sit down because I wanted to compliment you.

Yes?

Youre very good at deceiving yourself. Thats what youre doing.

Sir Davery blinked. He seems to have no idea what the old-woman means.

The old woman continued to talk as if she were going her own way, regardless of her opponents reaction.

Youre fooling yourself. To the end of the last. You dont even know how to be fooled. Its the one and only beneficial thing for you.

Hey, if you really didnt want me to know, shouldnt you have not told me that?

Is that so?

The old woman snorted with laughter.

It was a queer old woman. Should I say shes a good talker?

The atmosphere in the tent seemed to move about in accordance with her intentions.

As she said earlier, the old woman must be a good businessman.

Then the old womans wrinkled face finally turned to me.

It was the last order.