Chapter 64


    “Your Majesty, are you not going to the Imperial Pce again today?”


    “I’m not going.”


    “Then the aides wille to you.”


    “It’s fine.”


    Serwin said casually, but Amelie was bothered.


    It was because Serwin didn’t go to the Imperial Pce and continued to spend time with Amelie, so some of his aides went to work at Amelie’s pce.


    Sure enough, Serwin’s aides were standing outside the bedroom today. At first, people waiting in the parlor were now waiting in front of the door mixed with the servants.


    When Amelie and Serwin left the room, they all said and shouted<i>‘Please, just for today!’</i>.


    <i>‘It’s increasing one by one every day.’</i>


    It seemed urgent to get the job done right away rather than the fear of Serwin.


    But Serwin didn’t deal with them at all.


    The facial expressions of the aides became desperate day by day.


    “I think it’s urgent, so please just listen to them first.”


    When Amelie suggested it to Serwin, Serwin frowned.


    “Is this something that Miss Amelie can also listen to?”


    Milena slipped in.


    “What? There’s something that’s okay to listen to, and there’s something that’s not—”


    One of the aides replied.


    “Then let’s listen only to okay part.”


    At Serwin’s words, there were mixed emotions among the aides. Those who received permission followed Serwin’s back with their shoulders wide open.


    On the contrary, the assistants who brought confidential issues bowed their heads in their standing positions. The servants patted their backs next to them andforted them.


    While Amelie was having breakfast, Serwin heard reports from his aides. He sometimes turned his head to check Amelie. As if she would disappear if he took his eyes off her even for a moment.


    <i>‘Serwin is weird.’</i>


    He acted like a man who died when he fell apart from Amelie. He changed a week ago, from the day of the party.


    <i>‘What’s wrong with him?’</i>


    Amelie had no idea why.


    *****


    As the aides returned, Amelie’s pce fell into silence again. All of Serwin’s servants disappeared from the pce.


    Amelie and Serwin spent time sitting in a sunny study alone. Amelie read a magic book, and Serwin looked up from time to time and stared at Amelie while reading the reports left by his aides.


    <i>‘It bothers me.’</i>


    Amelie swept her hair for no reason. She couldn’t concentrate on the book.


    <i>‘Let’s ask them to bring us a tea.’</i>


    As Amelie stood up to call the maid, Serwin also followed her.


    “….?”


    Amelie walked to the door where the bell was. Serwin followed her, and when she returned to the sofa he sat down next to her again.


    <i>‘Are you a puppy or what?’</i>


    He can’t stand to be separate for a while, so he followed her around.


    Amelie smiled in vain. She was dumbfounded, but she didn’t hate it.


    <i>Knock, knock.</i>


    “Come in.”


    Mrs. Enard came into the study.


    “Your Majesty, Miss Amelie. Sir Maxim and Sir Roen came and I took them to the drawing room.”


    “What brings the two of them together? Are they here to see Your Majesty?”


    Amelie looked at Serwin.


    “Last time, I said I was sending someone to Dehaim. I sent those two. They seem to havee to the pce as soon as they arrived to deliver the goods.”


    “Really? Then we should get going now! Where are they?”


    Amelie put the book down and got up. It’s been a long time since she had her heart raced at the thought that she could hear the news from Dehaim.


    “Miss Amelie, you can’t run in the hallway.”


    Amelie heard Mrs. Enard nagging, and only after arranging her hair and clothes, she could leave the study. Serwin followed Amelie as if it were natural.


    *****


    Maxim and Roen were waiting for Amelie, served by the maids.


    “Sir Maxim! Sir Roen!”


    When Amelie entered the room, the two stood up. While greeting Amelie, they were surprised to see Serwin following them and boiled one knee.


    “Your Majesty, I’m back frompleting my mission. I thought it would be better to deliver the goods to Miss Amelie quickly, so I came this way—but I didn’t know Your Majesty was here.”


    Maxim said. Amelie awkwardly alternated between the two and Serwin. Serwin walked past them and sat on the sofa.


    “Well done. Amelie has been waiting for you for a long time.”


    Serwin took Amelie’s hand and sat her next to him.


    “Sit down. Tell her the news about Dehaim.”


    “Yes.”


    “Yes.”


    Maxim and Roen sat opposite Amelie.


    “It’s been a while since I saw you two, right?”


    “Yes. Thest time I see you is when entered the Imperial Pce. Time seems to go by so quickly. It’s that Miss Amelie has changed so much. Now anyone can see that you’re a nobledy.”


    “Ahaha, thank you. Anyway, how was Dehaim? How’s my father and Renee? Are they doing well?”


    When she thought of the two, Amelie was heartbroken. It’s been a long time since she left Dehaim, but the faces of the two came to mind vividly.


    “The Count has been healthy and well. He was so busy that we only saw him once.”


    “His expression was bright and his voice was full of energy.”


    “It’s harvest season for Dehaim. How about Renee?”


    “Unfortunately, we didn’t see Dehaim’s Young Lady. It seemed that she had already left the estate before we arrived.”


    “Leave the estate? Renee at a time like this?”


    Renee, as the Count’s sessor, was helping the Count’s work. She rarely vacated the mansion because she was also managing the mansion on behalf of the Countess.


    “Did something happen?”


    “I think she’s on a trip. But—I didn’t hear the details.”


    “I see—”


    Amelie’s face became gloomy.


    “Instead, you got a letter from Count!”


    Roen added urgently. Amelie opened her eyes wide and looked at him.


    “Here it is—. Wouldn’t the letter have a detailed reason?”


    He takes a letter out of his pocket and handed it to him. Thanks to his very careful handling of the letter, there were no small wrinkles in spite of the long journey.


    In the envelope, the Count’s handwriting said,<i>‘Dear Amelie, whom I always miss.’</i>


    <i>‘It always bothered me that I left without exining to my father or saying goodbye—’</i>


    “Thank you.”


    “Don’t mention it—”


    Roen scrambled ufortably. Serwin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at him.


    “I didn’t know I could get my father’s letter so soon. Dehaim is too far away.”


    Serwin, who was watching the conversation between the two, suddenly intervened in the conversation.


    “I’ll attach a knight to you. Then you’ll get a letter once a week.”


    “Then I want to do that.”


    “It’s not time for Sir Roen to receive his solo mission yet.”


    When the atmosphere suddenly became chilly, Maxim tactfully changed the subject to deal with the atmosphere.


    “More than that, Miss Amelie, let’s check if the items we brought are correct. We took everything as you wrote, but since these are things we are not familiar with, there may be mistakes.”


    “Yes, we should.”


    Maxim put the box on the floor on the table. Amelie opened the lid to check the contents.


    “There’s everything I wrote down. You brought it well. It wouldn’t have been easy to find because the house was messy.”


    What they brought was a tool used in magic to summon a witch. As soon as they bought her ingredients, she could immediately use the magic to summon a witch. Amelie had never met any other witch other than her grandmother witch, so she was very curious what the other witches would be like.


    “But what’s all this?”


    In addition to magic tools, the box contained flowers, cookies, and origami.


    “These were ced in front of Miss Amelie’s house. I thought the vigers had brought it, so I brought it with me.”


    “It seems that Miss Amelie stopped the fire.”


    Amelie lifted a small note and opened it. The note contained the vigers’ feeling to wait for her to return.


    “I should hurry up and finish my work and go back. Since everyone is waiting.”


    Amelie was soaked in a longing mood. No matter how colorful andfortable the imperial pce was, the ce where she would live was also the Fidelia Forest of Dehaim.


    Next to her, Serwin stared at the presents full of boxes.


    ******


    Maxim and Roen moved the box to the attic and left. Amelie couldn’t wait until she went back to the room and opened the letter in the drawing room.


    The letter contained an update on Dehaim. Dehaim hasn’t changed since Amelie left. During the harvest season, the entirend is noisy, and the people of territory are sad that they can’t invite Amelie to the harvest festival.


    The letter also contained stories about Renee. Renee said she left the estate shortly after Amelie left. It was a trip without a destination, so he doesn’t know where she went, but there was a saying not to worry.


    Throughout reading the letter, Amelie recalled the Count’s voice. As such, the tone of the letter was friendly, and each sentence showed consideration for her.


    Although Amelie left with Serwin without a proper exnation, the Count only worried about Amelie.


    <i>‘I miss everyone.’</i>


    Amelie’s eyes were filled with tears as the peaceful Dehaim and happy memories of the mansion came to mind.


    Serwin wrapped his arms around her shoulders and made her head rest in his arms. He was so careful with his hand stroking her hair.


    “It’s alright.”


    Amelie smiled.


    “When the busy things are sorted out, my father wille to the capital. Renee also promised toe to the capital city around that time.”


    “If you wait, we can meet. I’ll send the knight in time for the Count to depart. If they use the magic circle, you’ll be able to meet faster.”


    “That would be great. I was worried because it was so far away. I’m sure my father will be very grateful. I need to hurry up and write back!”


    Amelie stood up to write back. She was going to do everything she could before she met her family.


    <i>‘It’s good to feel refreshed soon—’</i>


    The ce she left was empty. Serwin sped his hand as if regretfully.