𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥
Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, the jade-colored eyes of the old gentleman narrowed.
I tilted my head.
“A proposal?”
“A dear old friend of the late Danna-samaーーCount Maclouge, has expressed his regret for not being able to help you in the past. He says that if anything happens, he would like you to come to him. Do you remember the name Margrave Heyerdahl?”
“Margrave Heyerdahl. . .”
Caught off guard by the sudden news, I blinked and thought.
Come to think of it, I remember seeing that name in the list of attendees at my father’s funeral. At that time, I was already married into the Count Strelitzi family. So I wasn’t allowed to greet him.
Simon continued the conversation.
“He says that if it can be a place for you to rest your wings, even temporarily, until you decide where you truly want to settle down, he would be more than happy to have you.”
“But. . .it would be too sudden to impose on him.”
“Please don’t worry about that.”
The old gentleman smiled at my hesitation.
“There are many children in Margrave Heyerdahl’s mansion. He has adopted all the children of his subordinates who lost their parents in the border invasion seven years ago. . . He is also looking for a female tutor for them now that they are of age.”
“So, I would be taken care of as a female tutor.”
In that case, there’s no need to worry. Simon must have thought it through and put the story together for me. I thanked him.
“Thank you. It would be a burden to stay with Cerrado-niisama, and I felt guilty about having my husband prepare a house for me. . . Now I can move on to a new life.”
“Yes. I wish you all the best in your new beginning.”
Simon stated firmly, backing up my decision.
・・・
『”ᴀᴡᴇʙsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs.ᴄᴏᴍ” – ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ oғ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ “ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs” ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ “ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs”.』
・・・
I sorted out my personal affairs in a week and had a modest farewell dinner with the people I had become close to.
On the day I was to leave for Heyerdahl, I bid a temporary farewell to Simon at the station.
“Please leave all the procedures here to me. Once everything is finished, I will also go to Heyerdahl to report.”
As the wind blew his silver hair, Simon bowed politely to me, and I returned the gesture with a lady’s courtesy.
Simon’s jade eyes, which had aged beautifully, narrowed gently.
“Take care, Ojou-sama.”
“I’ve caused you trouble until the end. . . Thank you very much.”
Holding back the tears that threatened to spill, I boarded the train with a smile.
I kept waving at Simon, dressed in a black long coat, until I could no longer see him.
Two full days of changing trains north of the royal capital.
It takes a week by carriage to reach the territory of Margrave Heyerdahl.
“Margrave HeyerdahlーーI wonder what kind of person he is.”
Despite going to a completely unknown land, my heart was excited.
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