Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

The next morning, by the time the sun rose, I had already knocked on Mr. Margaret's room door.

I know it's still too early, but I couldn't stand being there without being serious... and as soon as Marie Louise told me that she seemed to wake up, I visited your room.

And together, we headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Easy to use and ready for measery, there is a warm and cozy place as if it were Adelaide's personality.

In contrast, in our Marquis, cooking to entertain visitors is a functional priority, as it is mainly used to bribe servants.

Mr. Margaret looked at such a kitchen with interest.

This time I was the star, and I made soup while you told me... I don't know yet because I'm nervous, even if I taste it.

I was finally relieved to hear from Mr. Margaret as well as the chef and Marie Louise that it was delicious.

I was contacted shortly after I finished making it that Master Walter was awakened.

I'll see if I can eat it, and I'll rush to get some serving cutlery after Margaret heads first.

When I put it on the wagon and went to the guest bedroom, through the slightly open door, my legs stopped when I heard something to say.

"Looks like you're all talking."

Marie Louise is right, and from inside the room are the voices of your brother and Mr. Mark. Apparently, Master Walter is trying to stop you from going to work...

My heart still shivers when I think of yesterday. And yet you're already at work?

I'm determined to be impotent about that!

"No, no, no, no. Don't stop."

Did that thought make sense, I heard your brother, but "my sister made it on purpose," etc., and he's taking me out and forcing me to eat?

"Oh, no more, Jill, your brother."

"If this is all included, even if your appetite isn't dusty, young lady,"

"... that's subtle too"

It may be true, but I feel indescribable.

Marie Louise took my hand like that and made me shake the wagon's hand.

"It was delicious, ma'am. Don't worry."

Courageous enough to step into the guest bedroom.

The first thing that caught my eye was the rear of Master Walter, who was sitting on the bed.

- Good.

I was really relieved to see you awake like this because yesterday's fall was burning in my eyes.

When I tell you about the visit, you will all look back at it in unison. I didn't have time to say hello, and my brother, who approached me early enough, hugged me.

Oh, brother, it's in front of you, or Walter!

"Rachel, I'm going out for a little while, but I need you to keep an eye on this guy so he doesn't step out of this room."

My brother walks away like the wind because he's going to assign me the job that Master Walter holds.

... Even if you don't tell me, I will do as much as I want to see a doctor. I'd rather leave it to no one but me.

Nevertheless, with Mr. Mark, Mr. Margaret is also left out of the room, and all that remains here is me and Dear Walter, Marie Louise.

You're nervous.

I breathe softly and paste my usual smile so that my heart doesn't rush to my face.

Good luck, my cat. Because I kept it for a day like this!

As I watched Marie Louise arrange the cutlery handily, I felt her gaze and turned to her face.

And, Dear Walter, I'm just eyeing each other, and I'm about to hold my breath in a different way than I did yesterday.

Lady Rachel, please.

"No, never"

"But"

"Not annoying... worried, I did"

I can't help but keep my voice down.

Because just remembering, it still hurts like my chest is crushed.

"Dear Walter, as you all said, we should take a good rest now."

To my words, when Lord Walter glanced at the well-appointed table, he laughed small and exhaled as troubled.

"I didn't expect the Marquis' maid herself to be in the kitchen till home."

"Oh, you know, tell Mr. Margaret,"

Walter nods in my reply, but connects words with.

"I'm still annoying you a lot"

"That,"

"You don't have to do that to me."

- Treat yourself very lightly, that word.

"... because I've already made it. If Walter doesn't eat it, it will be wasted."

Responding sneeringly and lightly, Master Walter looks surprised.

I'm sure you'll decline the meal itself, so whatever you're told, don't worry about it. What is Margaret's advice?

"If you don't like it, we'll have something else for you"

That being said, I was relieved to hear about your seat.

I don't know what they really think. It's more important that you eat now, so that's not the problem.

Master Walter, who started the meal, sipped the soup and stopped holding the spoon.

"Didn't it fit your mouth?

Walter shook his head as he joined hands in front of his thrilling and annoying chest.

"No... it's delicious"

It was only for a moment, but the corner of my mouth looked up. After that, Master Walter's spoon didn't stop - oh, good.

When I finished eating that way, Marie Louise opened her mouth at random, finishing making tea.

"I took care of your medicine, but unfortunately I don't have any water for you. I'll go get it."

There is one medicine packet on the wagon. It doesn't mean it's water from last night that's left on the pillow.

"Yeah, please."

"Excuse me for a moment"

Marie Louise said so, breaking her hips and leaving the door slightly open.

If you look back in front, you will meet Master Walter, who has the cup in his hand.

"It's a treat. It was helpful, but you don't have to be like this."

"inconvenience, was it"

"It's not like you care."

wow (...), wow (...), wow (...).

The word sounds heavy, hooked to the meaning of seeping out of words. Some kind of key came off in the back of my chest.

- This one, why not?

"... because Walter doesn't take care of himself."

Funny enough, it sounds childish.

But that's really all.

"Why are you treating yourself so badly? He fell right in front of me and his heart stopped."

I don't really see what Walter looks like with the cup stopped in the halfway position with his seeping vision.

"I apologize for startling you,"

"No, I don't want you to apologize"

I don't know anyone else who moves all the time for someone other than Walter.

Because that's who you are, even your brother, Hugh, is by your side the whole time.

That's why I keep thinking about it, too.

I can't finish this guy who's always protecting someone, throwing away his hands protecting himself.

- Magic lights on walls that light very thinly.

Last night I peered over and over in a short time wondering if I had been woken up by the shadow that the fire keeps burning small in the fireplace.

"Even yesterday, as soon as I saw you, I knew you didn't look great. Your brother told me you've been busy all day. I can't do anything."

Really, useless.

Without the power to carry the fallen Master Walter, I don't even have medical knowledge of healing magic. Even though it means nothing, such as the title of Marquis.

Speaking of what you can do, just wait.

Outside the window before dawn. Enough time has elapsed for a bird's voice sounding like a pitiful bell from beyond the whitening curtain.

"I will always take care of you later... then I will take care of Walter"

"... why"

"Why not? Because I like Master Walter."

Speaking out without even muddling the Shizukuishi falling on my lap, I had an eye for Master Walter, who was taken aback.

"Who wouldn't like what they like to be treated without a bottom?

- I thought you were afraid to tell me your thoughts. To be rejected, too.

But how harder it is to disappear without even being able to convey a piece of your heart.

If, as it were, I could never exchange words again...... how happy I am to be told this way.

"Dear Rachel,"

The first time I've seen it, Dear Walter with a bewildered look.

I'd like to see more of this guy's expressions all the time nearby.

"I won't pull it off. I'm sure I like Walter a lot more than you think."

"It's also - for a long time"

Master Walter floats an irresistible upset. The look on that face looked just a little softer, perhaps because of the droplets left in my eyelashes. But... I want to believe that's not the only reason.

Marie Louise is just a few moments away from returning. Just a little more, just the two of us.