Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

(Rachel perspective)

One afternoon the city of the King's capital, stained with autumn, began to move into the next season.

Graham, the butler, visited my own room when his father, who came home unusually bright, called.

"Did you write to me"

Look at me wiping the ink off my pen tip, and Graham calls out a little reluctantly. Your father must have told you to come right away.

"Yeah, to Meeserie. I'm just finishing up."

"Good morning. My husband is waiting for you in the study."

"I'll be right there."

Marie Louise handily cleans up her writing fixtures when Graham lowers in awe as usual. All I had to do was put a letter in the drawer that I had just sealed, and I took a seat.

"Your father called for your mother as soon as he got home. I wonder if you've done that already."

"Speaking of which, Master Julius is back."

"Even your brother?... I didn't realize."

Marie Louise gave me the look that she didn't even welcome me.

"The lady was obsessed with the letter, so I was wondering if it didn't go into your ear"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, it was like a fever that you wrote in love."

You can see your cheeks have a fever when you're smiled at as if you don't want to.

"Well, visiting Meeserie means you can be with Count Dustin on the road, so I was wondering if it might be a mistake."

"Ma, Marie Louise."

"Of course, as an 'invitee' speaker, I have no doubt that you are sincerely enjoying your stay over there itself"

"Oh, yeah. Of course not."

I am not dissatisfied with my birth or my life in the King's Capital. We also understand the responsibilities attached to the position of the Marquis family. To deny them is to deny myself.

But is it really difficult to spend time at Meeserie... liberating? Of course, Roy and Marie Louise from the escort are with us, and it's not like we're going blind. It was only recently that the villagers got used to it, but at first it got a lot of attention.

Dear Mr. Margaret and Adelaide, who have treated me the same way before and still do. And Dr. Daniel and Mr. Mark.

I feel like I can breathe deeper than usual in front of people who understand who I am and still look at me personally in the flat.

Besides, living in the village is certainly inconvenient but fresh. I also learned a lot from tutors, for example, because I couldn't tell them how what I was eating grew up or how it was cooked.

I think it's one of the reasons why meals at Meeserie are so delicious, because Adelaide and the others have the best hands, of course, but they hang their own hands.

... the previous plate of chestnuts and chicken was particularly nice.

I just bake it in the oven, so much so that the two of you looked kind of radiant. There is also a lovely combination of corny chestnuts and mushrooms with chicken with a grilled color.

It is a real shame that Master Walter was returned to the King's Capital before dinner. The men seemed to like the taste, so I'm sure they'd like it.

"Ma'am, it's time to go"

"Oh, yeah. Right."

It's my fault that Marie Louise's smile makes her look like a nigga, not a nigga - not a nigga. I also know you think "I wish I could tell you" under that smile.

But...... to be honest with you, I've been thinking about this feeling for a long, long time, and I'm reluctant to make a separation.

If I tell you how I feel and you refuse, I won't be joining you to Meeserie in the future.

Just a little more, if I could stay with you like this.

In a carriage on the road, in a mansion in the woods.

Just a little more of that time spent with Master Walter - I guess I'm sorry to hope so.

I also understand that if you're so nice, there's no wonder when you pick up your wife. I don't do that, just because you're busy.

Even if I know, I can't move.

Sighing at myself like that, it was a sinister looking father waiting in the study he headed for. Plus your mother and even your brother Jill, who doesn't even hide his grumpy expression.

"Thank you for waiting......?

"Oh. Hang up, Rachel."

"Yes, Father"

Four members of the family are not so often aligned. When I settled next to my mother, your father exhaled as long as he could think of.

... That doesn't sound like a very good story.

"Rachel, come on."

He held his hand firmly on his knees to what came out of his father's heavy mouth, unknowingly correct his residence.