Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

A carriage of the Lindgren family to bid farewell to Meeserie and return to the Wang capital.

Hugh left this one yesterday with a message from me, so there was me and Marie Louise in the car. And oh, my God, Mr. Margaret and Mr. Mark are riding together.

"- Will you bring Margaret back to King's Landing?"

The letter from Master Walter delivered yesterday surprised everyone by asking them to accompany Mr. Margaret back to the capital.

Mr. Margaret is the Invitational of the Spirit.

He should be treated politely as a national guest and welcomed to the royal palace. Without doing so, you live in this small village, above all with respect for your own intentions.

There is also concern that there is a connection with the Spirit through the woods in Master Adelaide's attic, and that leaving Meeserie will interfere. I come here as a spokesperson because I have that background.

Walter is familiar with a series of circumstances, so even if he ever asked his intentions as a message, he was pulling back as soon as he refused.

This time, there seems to be an unabated situation, and this is how I have recommended Shanghai directly. Mr. Margaret, who read the letter,

'Isn't that an official visit as an' invitee '? It's a short time, and that's fine.'

Yes, I wrote on the magic prop and was accepted to go to Wang Du.

Indeed, you will need to stay in the King's Capital for at least ten days and, if possible, a month or so during the official unveiling.

This date is about three days. You don't even have to meet a lot of nobles. It's not a bad idea to do it once and for all.

Besides, Walter rarely asks for it. No one could argue with that word.

But even though it's not far away, it takes a lot of time to travel, and I'm still the only one who thought it was burdensome.

The King's capital is a busy place with a lot of lively people to live in. It is never rough compared to foreign countries, but it cannot be compared to the measery of this peace itself.

What worries me is in case something unforeseen happens.

After all, because Mr. Margaret cannot run away or speak up and call for help. That said, putting on a loose escort will catch your attention extra......

As a result of some discussion, Mr. Mark also accompanied me on business at the Medical Hospital to stay at my parents' and Marquis Lindgren's house, which has a reputation for security in Wang Du.

Never act alone. The conversation came to a close when I confirmed that if I was feeling sick, I would return to Meeserie immediately.

You shrugged your shoulders, like a child's promise, but don't give up on all this.

Mr. Margaret like that has been obsessed with the view from the carriage window since he left Meeserie. There's nothing particularly unusual about it, it's just a road, but it seems like you're not exhausted outside the village you see for the first time.

My wagon sickness arrived safely at Wangdu's residence, not as much as it did when it came.

The next day, as Margaret climbed the castle, so did I.

I waited for you to be there while we had lunch in your brother's office...... Walter, who showed up, must be a rumor. He looks tired and gets more and more worried.

She doesn't look well, and unlike usual, she sits on her back on the couch.

I didn't have time to rest, and when I dropped off Master Walter, who was taking Mr. Margaret out for use, I naturally sighed.

"You seem so worried, Rachel."

"Brother. Are you really suggesting that Mr. Walter take the day off?

"I'm saying it so hard. But he's stubborn too."

It looks like you haven't eaten much either. Exactly. Mr. Margaret said something, too. That's what you did.

"Even Walter would be self-managing."

"It's difficult if you're not aware of yourself."

Take your hands off, because you don't do it.

"Well, that's it. Exactly. If you invite me to dinner tonight, I'll be here."

"I hope so... because I told the butler and the chef yesterday"

"Oh, I'm working fast"

"Oh, don't tear it up"

Laughing and flushing my protest gently, I received a cup of tea from Marie Louise and your brother turned his attention back to the paperwork.

I have nothing to do until Master Walter and the others return. Exhaling one breath, he took out the book he had brought and left his body on the couch.

It's after lunch that you two left this office. Now, the sun is about to fall. Exactly when I started to twitch, I finally got word from the clerk.

Coming up to pick you up, Mr. Margaret and Mr. Walter have a pretty tired but refreshing look on their face. Looks like you're safe and sound, and I'm relieved.

When you get home, you rest a little, and then... when I was taking Mr. Margaret's arm and talking about his plans for tonight.

"Walter? Hey, what's up?"

Your brother's hurried voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Looking back to be bounced, Master Walter, holding his forehead, is on the wall.

- Master Walter?

Doc and I heard a heart sound behind my ears, and a bad feeling suddenly sprang up.

"No... I just got a little dizzy"

"You look terrible. Sit over here."

Walter's voice sounds blurred.

The knee that your brother tried to step out with his arm supported collapses at the same time as Mr. Margaret next door stiffens breathlessly.

No, maybe it was my breathing that stopped.

"Walter!?"

My brother's voice sounded indoors, and I heard him flashing in a annoying beat.

The scenery in your eyes is as if time had stopped, losing the sound, the color.

The foot I tried to rush over, I couldn't move it like it was sewn on the floor - and in my eyes stood up, Master Walter fell.

Master Walter was to be taken to the Lindgren family for having a nursing hand.

To be honest, I also don't really remember how I got home.

Just worried.

I can only worry.

According to Mark, who examined him, briefly, he said that he was extremely overworked. They told me it would be fine if I rested exactly, but only once after that my eyes were immediately closed and I couldn't even hear my voice.

How can you feel safe with that?

Dear Walter, lying on the bedside of a rapidly prepared room. Touching my bloody cheeks with my trembling, unstoppable fingers confirms my shallow breath...... I can't believe how long I feel just waiting.

Seeing me like that or going back to my room with me, Mr. Margaret made one suggestion.

"How about we cook Master Walter's meal?

What, you want me to?

I blink and read back, but that's certainly what the Demon Prop board says. To my surprise, Mr. Margaret nodded loudly.

Anyway, Walter needs peace and rest, that and a meal.

Where I imposed it, I wouldn't be the one to follow adults and rest. But if your personality is prepared by the person above you, then you can't even go underneath it. - Yeah, you can talk about it, and Marie Louise is snorting.

Hand cooking, though. Mine.

Whatever the treat is, I've never made a meal from scratch myself, yet.

...... but if it helps Walter at all.

If so, Mr. Margaret returned to his bedroom, as he reassured me that he would contact the kitchen tonight.

"Marie Louise, I'm going to go to Walter's again before I rest."

But this is the time.

"Mr. Mark will be following me. I'd like to know what's going on directly from the doctor's mouth."

Speaking of not staying long, the reluctant Marie Louise also broke me...... I can't believe this is the kind of errand I usually do to my guest bedroom.

Our visit seemed to have been anticipated and we were invited indoors without surprise. On the bedside with the lid drawn, Master Walter sleeps quietly in thin lights.

I couldn't take my eyes off my eyes that still wouldn't open as I listened to the explanation Mr. Mark would give me.