Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

The next morning I was completely cured of carriage sickness and feeling better.

Dr. Daniel and Lady Adelaide are going out and Hugh won't be here until evening either. We surrounded the lunch table with fewer people than usual.

As always, to a delicious meal, a bouncing conversation.

Yet no matter what you're doing, I can't stop thinking about Master Walter... what can I say to myself like this already?

When the meal was ready, Marie Louise had asked, as she remembered.

"Um, ma'am. May I go out with Roy for a moment?

"I don't mind, what's wrong?

"Master Julius wants to know how Meeserie is doing. I'm still not guided either, so I thought I'd walk around the village for a little while and take a look at things."

I wonder what your brother is asking Marie Louise for.

... but I can't believe I'm saying it at this time. I can't seem to hide anything from the samurai I've been with for years.

"Okay. It's because of you, take your time."

"Thank you. Bye."

When the two of you are gone, me, Mr. Margaret and Buddy are the only ones left in the mansion.

Apparently, Mr. Margaret has noticed something, too.

A serious lapse as a marquis, such as placing emotions on the table in an understandable manner. But the fact that even those things made me feel more forgiving by Mr. Margaret than in this Meeserie. No, I'm not really in trouble though.

I'm glad you waited as long as you caressed Buddy's back relaxing so I could talk easily - but where did you start?

If I told you this in the first place, I might just get in trouble.

As you can see now, it spreads on your chest.

But I need someone to... to ask Margaret. This feeling of losing your way.

While looking for threads to talk about, I placed a teacup.

"Um... Actually, I need to talk to you about..."

When I looked round my eyes at my words and saw Mr. Margaret's face I was surprised, strangely enough, my heart settled a little.

"Those stories themselves have been around for a long time. But before it got into my ear, my father and brother refused every time that it was' early '...... yes, it is. It's faster, it's slower."

We talked about our age, and we looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

I know that Mr Margaret is older, and let me actually tell you something, I still feel like an adult woman.

That being said, you're like a girl when you find vegetables around picking in the field, and you have an innocent side of it, like hanging around with Buddy and having fun.

Everyone is worried, Margaret says, but they forget about the injuries and they're impotent, so, well, there are aspects to it.

Nevertheless, I think it's partly because Mark treats her like she's completely younger. And I told Mark that on my last visit.

She seemed a little upset, but it looks like she changed her behavior somewhat, even at dinner last night - and set that aside. When I was close and envious, I just accidentally almost came out of my mouth.

It must also be Mr. Margaret's charm where it does not depend solely on his age. At least I won't be attracted.

However, it is true that in Mr. Margaret, who is an 'invitee', and me, who is just a nobleman, there is a different view from the public.

I fully understand that there is no scandal, even unmarried, at my age, due, for one thing, to the name of the Marquis.

"I've never met them in person, but I hear they're fine and have no complaints. In the first place, I'm not even in a position to say no. But I,"

So I finally said it again - oh, already, hang on, Rachel Lindgren. What are you going to do with your body like this now, even if it's not in front of you?

Repeat your deep breath and decide your mind.

"Oh, you know, I... like Walter..."

My face turned downwards, but I mouthed it ready to die.

It was Mr. Margaret with a pompous expression who couldn't stand the silence between the bundles and jumped into my eyes with a fearful face up.

From the brush tip where my eyes were supposed to fit and I moved... 'I've been aware of it for a long time' -!?

"Oh, you know... Huh!?"

What shall we do!

I was going to hide it, but I can't be too sure about myself at Meeserie.

"... or maybe even Master Walter?

I know, and pretend not to notice on top of that?

It's... annoying, you're feeling...

I almost cried in my own imagination, staring softly at Mr. Margaret spelling letters on the board in a panicked manner.

... Master Walter seems to be very blunt, no, neglectful to a romantic relationship, so he won't know how I feel.

"Oh, yeah... right..."

Half of them were relieved to read that, and half were disappointed for some reason. Still, after all, the heat on your cheeks is not going to cool down.

Mr. Margaret's gentle smile prompts me to manage to continue the conversation.

"Um, all this time, I've admired you since you were a kid. I gave up once..."

The love that inspired Walter, who works for the Knights, to find me lost under the castle.

It's a one-sided thought that's been in season for a long time.

"I also know my position that marriage has to take precedence over feelings. It's not about getting my thoughts done or anything, it's finally, really finally... I just wanted to tell you how I feel"

Tell him, whatever words he returns.

-... the truth is, I'm scared.

Even if I decide to move on, I'm still scared.

I have no regrets for falling in love with Master Walter. Even if the time so far has not been fruitful, it has no choice.

But... you can't.

You want to mix all your anxieties and expectations and stick to the relationship as it is now, you want to escape from the reality ahead.

Because I'm sure.

"I'm sure that for Walter I still remain the 'lost girl' of that time. To bother you, it must be. However,"

As I looked down, I was gently slapped pounding the hand I shook on my lap.

Its modus operandi and the body temperature it touches seemed like another "sister" from Marie Louise and her eyes got hot.

The truth is, I was determined to confess when I was with you on this visit. When I get back to King's Capital like that, I'll try to face up to the conversation properly.

But Master Walter couldn't come, and my decision floated in the universe - and this is how he asked me, and the grasp of my heart was only a little lighter.

"Right. Yes...... I'll do my best"

Mr. Margaret once again squeezed his courage without encouragement, and when he returned to King's Capital, he contacted Mr. Walter first, even though he thought so.

Everyone was surprised by the unexpected letter we received the day before we left Meeserie.