Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Since you are in a busy position as Assistant Prime Minister, I also expected you to refuse. Contrary, Walter responded politely to me through your father two days after I was prepared to die and wrote to you.

Thus, again three days later today, I am shaken by a carriage across from Master Walter, wearing a large cat.

"Really, I can't..."

"No. Instead, I'm sorry to bother you."

The letters that bothered me a lot about how to write ended up honestly revealing the status quo and begging for advice. Walter, who received it, checked the Count's past records and thus accompanied him to the store.

"I used to work last time, too, because I went without anything. I am not good at women's delights, so I wanted to talk to you."

Dodgy chests make a loud noise to Master Walter, who only loosens his cheek slightly by saying so.

Since that time in Meeserie, I have managed to continue more conversations than greeting her. Nevertheless, I am not immune to these expressions that I have never seen before...... good luck, my heart and facial expressions.

"Well, if you say so, I'll lighten my heart too"

When Adelaide was in the King's Capital, it was the shop designated by the Counts to wear it officially, but there seemed to be several places where he personally used it.

All I was asking for was a small store, and after ten years, there were only two stores I still got in touch with. One of them is changing the products they deal with by replacing them, so they are pointing a carriage at the rest of the store.

Marie Louise is also aboard, but in the carriage I was on my way with Master Walter...... I forgot to get drunk on the shake. The dreamy time passed to fly and I arrived at a shop near the outskirts of Wang Capital.

I'll manage to disguise Walter's escort as a poker face and get off the carriage. I wish I could keep this hand that supports me while I hold my noisy ringing chest, but I'm still seriously ill.

The window by the store door was decorated with dresses and accessories. If you come closer, the design calms down while also incorporating the popularity in Wang Metropolitan Center. Not bad taste, but I feel a little different from what Dear Adelaide is likely to like.

I wonder if this store has changed as well... when I look up at Master Walter confused, he checked the signs.

- I'm sure you're here.

Inside the door, which was led to flow with that said, the shopkeeper and his wife, who had been told to come to the store, were now waiting late.

Between the immediate and the guided back, a woman older than Dear Adelaide.

"Welcome aboard. My legs are completely broken, and I know it's very disrespectful, but please excuse me while I sit down."

"I wouldn't mind staying put. When Countess Dustin came to King's Landing, I heard she was kind enough."

"Yeah, thankfully...... you were a very sweet wife. Speak up when you're leaving."

"So, do you still have something similar to what you liked back then?

When the old lady grinned, she signaled with her eyes to the store owner who had refrained. The person, who would be his son, would remove the cloth from the shelf with the door and arrange it with a sledge on the table in front of him.

Calm colored floral patterns, elaborate patterned weave blanks, anything that seems soft to the touch… the pattern is certainly modest compared to recent ones, and even the colour development lacks brightness. But there are still items in a calm position - this is exactly the kind of fabric I was looking for. I am glad.

"If it were for more use. There are only a few craftsmen left, so I was wondering if you could prepare a new one."

"Well, yeah, that's good. Um, who's Walter...?

Now which one of these should I have, or maybe I'll have it all first, and I see Walter staring at the pile of cloth in front of me with a rare, bewildered look on his face. No - one of them.

"... this cloth"

"Do you remember?

When the old lady at the store asked her, her eyes narrowed delightfully, and Walter nodded as small as she had trouble, she slowly reached for Ecru's flutter and seemingly soft cloth.

"I feel like my nightgown as a child has always been this. The shape has changed several times, but always with a cloth similar to this -"

"That's at your wife's request, and we have it for you in our store. An artisan with arms took the time to weave it thin and soft...... I can't make other colors because it hurts with dye, but it is suitable for people with weak skin or small children"

"My mother took this?

"Yeah, you asked for it several times. You made it from hand to hand. Be comfortable and even care about the seam position."

"... well. It's all I know by now."

To Master Walter as if he had included something bitter, the old lady had a satisfying look on her face, like the feeling that had always disappeared.

- It is not infrequent that we in the ranks known as "nobles" grow apart from our flesh and blood parents, starting with our parents.

Unlike other houses, the Marquis Lindgren family grew up in direct contact with their parents, but some people don't remember having familiar conversations with their families from the moment they found out, such as a courtier they knew. I'm sure the Count Dustin family does, too.

That is the policy of each of the houses, so it is not one of complaining muscles. But for a moment, Master Walter, who gets that cloth in his hands in confusion, looks like a little boy -.

"... Lady Rachel. Can I help you?

"Oh, yeah, Marie Louise. Shall I have all that is here? Dear Walter, may I?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

Turning this way to my voice, Master Walter had the same calm expression as usual, but he had slightly blown out eyes.

We also looked at yarns, laces, buttons, etc. that fit the cloth, and we went home.

Our conversation is lighter than the way to come, when we get what we wish for and we feel perfectly at ease. Marie Louise is half-witted, so I'm sure you'll be referring to Walter as a special effect of carriage sickness when you get back, I knew it! And you can't deny it!

When I arrived at the Marquis Lindgren residence, my parents were all there to pick me up at the carriage stop on purpose.

I wonder how long I've been waiting for that. Before that, your father would normally still be working at the Royal Palace? The slight tingling of the ends of the lips hidden in your mustache is subtle and diagonal evidence of your mood.

Mother next door is obviously having fun - oh, that wink is a "see you later" signal... it's going to be a long night.

Master Walter would have been surprised if I had not been informed of my parents' welcome. But I didn't put it on the table, and when I greeted your father like that, he went straight home to talk about his work.

At the parting, to the greeting I received on the back of my hand, I felt more... that, temperature, than before, and I felt hot, not just cheeks, but ears, as I could tell.

But I'm sure it comes from some kind of uneasiness towards me, a temporal companion back in time.

So I also decided that what made me want to hug the boy I saw then, along with this high chest beep, would still be softened now.

- If I could do that one day, I suppose.