Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Mr. Adelaide and Mr. Margaret left the living room behind when they gently said that they would be generous here because we were going to get a room ready… leave Master Walter behind.

I was feeling perfectly better as I was getting tea and talking to you, but honestly, I was just depressed by my own carriage sickness that the day trip was reckless. I very much appreciated the suggestion to stay, but I'm sorry that I didn't put my samurai or maid down and that I'm imposing an extra burden on you two on my visit, even though I heard that the downwork on the street just comes a few times a week. Marie Louise's help has also resulted in your refusal to ask for this one.

Speaking of which, please take care that Master Walter doesn't mind.

"It won't be as much hassle as it originally seemed to be prepared for me or Hugh to come. It's a lot different than the Marquis because it's a mansion as you can see, but I was wondering if it would be okay to take the night off."

"If it's about scheduling. I've loved my aunt's villa since she was a little girl. I wish I could have helped both of you, but I guess I'm back on my feet."

Oh, that being said, it's like a dream to be able to talk so much across the street from Master Walter. And besides, I'm under the same roof tonight... what do I do, can I sleep?

"Ma'am, if you'll excuse me for a cup of tea"

"... yeah, please"

You shouldn't, you have to be careful. Marie Louise, nice timing. And...

"Mr. Margaret is a pleasant person, isn't he? Mr. Adelaide and I are totally broken."

"Yeah, those two are like mothers and daughters, aren't they?

"Really... I hear you and Walter are close."

Really. Surprised...... every word Walter speaks to Mr. Margaret is something warm and familiar. A polite sense of uneasy trickery. Even when you and your wife looked at home when you were married, I don't remember this atmosphere with your wife.

Obviously, I see you're encountering Mr. Margaret as a “special woman"... and I have chest pain. Am I laughing right now?

Besides, I never thought you'd be so close to each other.

"Right...... right, what is it? I think I have a sister."

"Sister, is it?

Lady Walter laughing vaguely. My sister, you said... even. I can keep staring at your right hand and talking to myself.

"My mother and I have always been friends. No, I was taking the distance unilaterally. Margaret came and decided to take a trip here... well, the point is, thanks to her, I was able to have a relationship with my mother back."

"... that, I'm sorry. Something hard to say."

"No, this is the one I was embarrassed to tell you about."

When I got divorced, I had heard my broken up wife say bad things about Master Adelaide. Though I thought what was stupid even then. If the relationship had stayed screwed up ever since, it would have been very painful.

"Margaret says my mother helped me, but to me, she's the benefactor. So I want to take it as hard as she wants. If I want to be here, I want to protect my life with my mother."

"... don't you think I'm going to be your wife"

It was by accident that I heard. Though I vehemently regretted the polarity and the fact that the words that really came out polarized could not be returned and what was offered, Master Walter seemed a little surprised but not disgusted.

"That's not, is it? I don't seem to be fit for marriage."

"That's not bad, Master Walter! That's better..."

"Dear Rachel...?

Ha, he rushed back to me and said an apology. Yes, it wasn't me that was hard. It is never good for me to be angry at myself.

"Or overlapping rude things...... Oh, you know, I don't think Walter is the right man for you to marry. Because be so kind to me of the child..."

"Oh, do you remember? It was a long time ago."

"No, no. It's an important memory of me. You'll never forget it."

Just when I was little. In the castle town of King's Capital, where I first went, it was Master Walter, who at the time enrolled in the Knights and was policing under the castle, who stumbled across the street, who found me too shaky to shake off the hand of a samurai as promised. He walked into an alley with few people and gently lifted me up and carried me, who was falling and injured and nodding, and immediately arranged for and took care of the people.

And you scolded me firmly.

Growing up spoiled by my parents and other adults, I am a boxed daughter who is not bound by the judgment of good or evil. It's the first time I've been scolded by someone else, and I'm scared, but the warmth of my palm, unlike the father who stroked me, I can't forget the strength of the arms that held me up.

Even then, every time I realized that I had tender eyes that looked scary but looked good, or careless care for those below me, starting with my squire, Lord Walter grew bigger and bigger in me.

Master Walter was bitterly laughed at like trouble.

"A little lady was scolded by a big man on the strong side, but says he was tender"

"It was even life-threatening. You must have thought of me without thought, thank you."

Now it seems that my words were surprising.

"... I never thought they'd say that. I had a sense of fright."

"It can't be anything else...... I'm sorry, I did this. You've got me in trouble."

"Oh, no,"

I didn't know what Walter was going to say because Adelaide spoke to me that the room was in order.

...... I've never been able to talk to you so much. I'm happy and my cheeks loosen. Besides, you say "sister" about Mr. Margaret...... Marie Louise. It's superfluous at first.

What you showed me was a refreshing and warm room. Delicately carefully crafted furniture instead of luxury or heaviness at a glance, or linens suitable for early summer. It even decorates adorable flowers in this short time, and you have a set of them so that you can write a letter.

Near the room where Master Walter is staying, I also have a room for Roy, who brought him as an escort and escort, and Marie Louise's room is next to mine. We couldn't hide our joy while we were both frightened by the room that seemed pleasant.

There are only so many rooms, I was advised to lie down until dinner when I wrote to Adelaide, who smiled, but somehow I felt wasted and asked Margaret if I could stay on my side because I would not disturb her.

It makes me want to be with you for some reason. Sure, I don't have any voices, but I don't have any particular problems with the brush talk and the look on your face before that. It warms my chest when I get dusted...... there was a story of hot fraternity between my daughters in the novel I read earlier...... it's different, right? Yeah, that's not it. Wow.

Margaret, who has given me her pleasure, hopefully will do the kitchen work. I pushed off the opposite of Marie Louise to help make jams...... it was fun.

You will not enter the kitchen at the Marquis Mansion. There's not much I can do like that, and I could only keep mixing it up so that the apricots in the pan wouldn't burn as I was told.

A fruit that melts and reshapes in a pot. Bright orange, sweet and sour refreshing aroma. If I packed it in a bottle, I could jam it up as if it were for sale in a Wang Du store.

I couldn't get into the bottle. When I moved just a little extra jam into a small vessel, it was the little bread that Mr. Margaret had been snorting out. Break that bread up with Marie Louise and the three of us, apply a little butter made of still warm apricot jam and take a puffy bite...... forget your demeanor and stay standing. I was busy holding my cheeks that were about to fall off. The moment I put it in my mouth, it was usually so big that my cool Marie Louise eyes spilled.

I think I can be praised for wanting to dance on my own feet, desperately suppressing them by remembering the nobility of their possession.

I just couldn't help myself to dinner, and I just watched the two of you cook while stroking Buddy's back, the rumored dog, about the table. Mr. Walter also sat nearby and talked to me about this to an uncomfortable extent. Strangely enough, we can talk today without being nervous. Though I usually say hello to my best. It was a delightful, fun, dreamy time.

A number of dishes that can be served one after the other from the hands of two people who stand in the cooking area quickly but without haste. I can't hear you, but Mr. Margaret apparently cooks while singing. Sounds really fun.

At least as I was helping you set the table, the doorbell rang. Because of this, he said he had dinner with me and that Master Walter was speaking up as he sent a letter to the Marquis.

"Hi, good evening. Has the carriage sickness gotten any better?

"Yes. Um, nice to meet you. I'm Rachel Lindgren. My grandfather took great care of that verse."

Former Royal Palace lead physician, Daniel Reynolds. Even now, there are no doctors beyond him, and while eager to be reinstated, Meeserie has set up a clinic and is hiding. When I'm the benefactor of my grandfather's life, I've never seen you properly to listen to repeated stories.

"The illness has healed because your grandfather worked hard. I only helped a little."

"No, he said it was thanks to the teacher that his grandfather was able to complete his tenure. My father always said that."

Well, Dr. Reynolds laughs lightly. And when I finish my greeting, I go straight to Mr. Margaret. Apprentice...... Mark Dizleili. This man, about two years older than me, was a celebrity in the Wang capital.

The better of the prestigious Count Dizreiri family. Even though he is a common son, he refuses to be surrounded by people with qualities outstanding in his blood muscle goodness and literature, and sleeves many women captivated with an outstanding appearance. Is he really the same person as the man in front of him, who preferred to be alone with cold eyes like blades?

"... Hey, Marie Louise. Don't you think it's sweeter than the jam just now?

"I agree, Lady Rachel. You don't even have a piece of acidity."

You never leave while keeping your distance from cooking. Talking to the two of you about something often makes Mr. Margaret blush...... you don't seem to notice that you look very happy yourself. I guess that's what makes Mr. Margaret seem somewhat happy, albeit troubled, too.

Seeing as Master Walter and Dr. Reynolds started talking without being concerned, it doesn't seem unusual. I see there's been an error in Hugh's information.

"My lords, who are not interested at first sight in the appearance of my daughter, are invaluable."

"I wonder what you're talking about, Marie Louise..."

We all arrived at the same table, Marie Louise and Roy, with the Adelaide differential we all say together. Master Adelaide is really not aristocratic. My aunt has a tendency to do so, so there is no resistance, but it would have been difficult to do so in the social world of Wang Du.

But it seems very natural here. No matter whose face I saw, I had a soothing meal in an atmosphere that made me smile naturally without distracting me if I looked at each other.