Chapter 68
The Tragedy of The Villainess
Seria had dinner with Lesche for two consecutive nights. He was always busy with work, and of course, we werenât close enough to have dinner with each other, so having dinner together was a rare occurrence. But somehow, it wasnât as awkward as before.
The unfamiliar feelings were still there, but they werenât as scary or frightening as they had been at first.
âWe havenât been together that long.â
It seemed that they shared a secret place called the Green Manor, a place that the world had never been to. Moreover, since they proceeded together in the demon defeat, isnât it a love of war?
In her own way, Seria tilted her glass, analyzing the reason for this closeness. After drinking the strong wine and eating the dessert, she was going to go back to her bedroom.
âSeria.â
Lesche asked, lowering his glass of wine.
âLetâs take a walk in the garden.â
âThe garden? I donât think thereâs anything to see.â
âYou wrote everything down in the draft you sent me. Why donât we talk about it while looking at it in person?â
Itâs true that the scale of the garden construction was quite large.
âShall we do that?â Then letâs go, Lesche.â
Normally, it would be romantic for a man and a woman to walk through the garden together.
The sight of the desolate garden, without a single crushed tree, only made her smile. How could this be the garden of one of the most important noble families in the empire? But it seemed that Seria was the only one who found it funny.
âYou said youâd put something on the left.â
âAh, the topiary soldier. Thatâs Linonâs idea.â
âLetâs go and see.â
âOkay.â
Seria grabbed Lescheâs extended arm. They came out right after dinner, and she thought it would be hard to walk fast, but fortunately, Lesche kept pace with her.
Come to think of it, Lesche had been walking at her pace the whole timeâ¦
âLesche. How about we plant an oak tree here?â
âAn oak tree?â
âYes. But Iâm worried because itâs a bit old-fashioned.â
âDo as you please.â
âAs much as I like it?â
âYes.â
Seria faltered at Lescheâs words. He had never been interested in gardens before, and when he suddenly asked her to come see the garden, she thought he was going to check it out because of the scale of the construction. But he just told her to do whatever she pleases.
âThen why did he ask me to come out to the garden?â
âAt this rate I may as well plant an oak tree on the roof of the main building.â
âWhat right do I have to stop you from doing so?â
âLesche, can I plant an oak tree in your bedroom?â
Lesche burst out laughing. As she watched him, Seria laughed too.
After they went around the garden to check out the trial plans, they went back to the main castle. They handed their jackets to Ben and Susan, who were waiting in the hall on the first floor, and Ben said.
âYoung lady, you said you were going to the green manor this weekend?â
âYes.â
âAre you going to stay long?â
âJust for two days.â
âIâll be ready.â
âBibi is coming with me.â
âYes,My Lady. Joanna has grown very fond of Abigail, hasnât she?â
âBibi is full of charm â¦..â
In the middle of her conversation with Ben, Lesche suddenly interrupted,
âAre you going to go to the green manor?â
âYes. I promised Martha and Joanna last time I was there. I said Iâd come back to visit for the weekend. â
Ben gently slipped in.
âWould you like to come with her, Your Highness?â
âYes.â
ââ¦Youâre going with me?ââ
Seria was a little worried.
âDo you have a couple of days to lose?â
âItâs not far from here to there. I donât mind.â
Well, he was the master of the house. Seria nodded in agreement. It was often forgotten because the Laurel Manor was like a different world, but it was also the cradle of the Grand Dukes within the Berg Grand Duchy.
And fortunately, although the discoloration had progressed, there was no sign of a major outbreak of the demons. Thanks to that they were able to arrive at the manor smoothly.
âLady!â
Martha spun Seria around in her arms again.
âEvery time I see you, the Young Lady seems to get thinner.â
ââ¦Huh?â
Seria lost weight when she broke up with Kalis, but she didnât lose any more weight after that.
ââ¦No? I was about to tell Ben. Have you eaten?â
âNo, I havenât eaten yet.â
âOh my God! Iâll prepare a meal as soon as I can.â
Listening to Martha, she felt like she had come to her grandmotherâs house in the country. Actually, it was too fancy for a country house, but it was still simple compared to the main castle, and most importantly, she felt relaxed, probably because it was an isolated and idyllic place.
Of course Seria didnât have a country house in her previous life, nor did she ever have a grandmother, but there were so many things out here that one canât help but imagined.
The corn soup was warm and delicious.
Unlike Martha, who was still tied to the manor, Joanna went out freely. She said she was looking forward to working after buying as much yarn as she wished, and perhaps that was why the green manor had more and more knitted things each time she came.
With the disappearance of Magi, it was also good to send more and more food ingredients to the servants.
Abigail, who had come along with them, walked around the manor again, eating a basket of sweets that Martha and Joanna had baked. She was patrolling the manor in her own way. It was kind of funny because she always carried the pastry basket with her.
That night.
âBut itâs really weird.â
Every time she came to the manor, she really enjoyed it and felt relaxed. Seria found it strange as to why she felt that way.
âWhy does the fireplace in the Grand Duchessâs bedroom break down so often?â
And so it was. Seria was in the Grand Dukeâs bedroom, Lescheâs bed. He said that the antique fireplace in the Grand Duchessâs bedroom suddenly had problems. Seria didnât like the cold, and the green manor had many rooms, but not all were managed.
So naturally, she came to the Grand Dukeâs bedroom.
âI must order a new fireplace and send it here.â
Seria knew that too. She knew for a fact that many of the great aristocratic families used antique fireplaces that were over a hundred years old. Such a fireplace was not simply a fire-burning device, but a work of art gorgeously decorated with lambrequins and various objects.
The one in the Grand Duchessâs bedroom was one of a kind. Seeing that the inside malfunctions repeatedly, she thought she should be able to successfully persuade them to replace it with a better working one.
âHe might say no.â
The fireplace was beautiful, but that was all. The reason why they knew about it and didnât change it was probably because they still couldnât ignore tradition. It was either that or sheâd rather have another auxiliary one.
As she was thinking about this and that, she heard the door open. Seria was sitting on the bed and averted her gaze. Lesche was coming in.
They looked at each other for a moment. Lesche walked over and stopped in front of Seria. She could see that his hair was slightly wet, as if he had just returned from a bath. He was quiet and Seria didnât say anything. Maybe it was because she was aware of his red eyes, but this time those red eyes came into her view. Somehow, she felt strange.
âLie down.â
ââ¦?â
âLie down, Seria.â
âWhy?â
Seria backed away in a panic, and Lesche tilted his chin slightly.
âDo you sleep sitting up?â
âOh, noâ¦â
Seria lied down quickly and pulled the covers to her neck. She heard a strange voice, a mixture of low sighs and laughter, and then the lights went out. The weight filled the bed. In the pitch blackness, she felt the realization that Lesche was lying right next to her.
âWhy is it so awkward?â
âI think I slept comfortably without this feeling last timeâ¦â
Seria was lying stiffly, as far away from Lesche as possible, then she heard a low voice.
âAre you trying to fall down that way?â
âI wonât fall.â
âYouâre going to fall. Come closer.â
Seria felt embarrassed. It was obvious that she was the only one who was conscious. She didnât talk about it, so it was unlikely that Lesche would know how she felt, but she felt awkward inside.
Seria gradually moved toward Lesche, and he quickly pulled her over.
âIf you catch a cold, Martha and Joanna will blame me all day long.â
âAlright, I understood. Now let me go.â
âI wonât touch you, so just sleep.â
âNo, who would have thought it?â
âThen can I touch you?â
Seria was taken aback and repeated Lescheâs words. âCan I?â
She could hear Lescheâs laughter coming from above her head. What the hell is he doing? Seria had no idea that this man was so mischievous. She didnât think he was like this in the original story.
Seria was dumbfounded, but Lescheâs arms were certainly warm. She felt it was good enough to fall asleep.
âGood night, Lesche.â
A low voice came back.
âYou too.â
***
Martha laughed as she tied the ribbon on Seriaâs cape meticulously.
âCome visit us every weekend if you like, Young Lady. Iâll make sure we have plenty of good food for you.â
âShould I? I like it.â
Marthaâs face brightened. She whispered in a small voice.
âIf you donât mind, bring His Highness too.â
âHis Highness?â
âBen told me that His Highness doesnât take much time off. We didnât know he works so much to begin with. Iâve been tied up in the green manorâ¦..â
âButâ¦â
Seria frowned. Actually, it wasnât that Lesche didnât have a workaholic side to him. In fact, was not without his workaholic side, as he presided over the meetings at which his vassals would often return home exhausted, and he was also in and out of the training hall every day to train the knights.
âBut if you want, Iâll ask him.â
âPlease ask him, My Lady.â
âHmm.â
And Seria thought Lesche would definitely say no. However, she headed for the Grand Dukeâs bedroom anyway.
Knock. Knock.
Seria knocked lightly on the door, then went inside.
As Lesche was getting ready to return to the main castle, Seria approached and asked him in a passing voice.
âLesche.â
âYes.â
âDo you think itâs a good idea to come to the green manor every weekend to rest?â
Lesche asked, staring at Seria for a moment.
âWhy do you ask?â
âItâs just that I like it.â
Lesche replied simply, wrapping his cloak around himself.
âLetâs visit every weekend.â
ââ¦â
âWhatâs with the look?â
ââ¦No, itâs nothing.â
Seria tilted her head, feeling embarrassed by the acceptance, which was much easier than she imagined.
Then her gaze met Marthaâs and Joannaâs as they came to see them off. Seria walked up to them and told them in a quiet voice what had just happened.
âHis Highness will come to the manor every weekend.â
Martha and Joanna looked at each other and laughed as they heard the words. Martha held Seriaâs hands tightly.
âItâs Bergâs good fortune that the Young Lady is in Berg.â
âLinon always says sheâs a good Stern.â
âOf course. The stars have aligned.â
Martha and Joannaâs smiles were so warm that Seria felt embarrassed for no reason.