Chapter 56.2

Betsy followed her, laughing and grumbling:

“Milady, if you frown like that, you will get wrinkles.”

“I don’t like it.”

A yellow flower embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief, and the name ‘Reynard’ in brown underneath. As mentioned in the letter, the work was painstaking. Before the embroidery felt solid.

But now…

Why do the petals look crooked? Why does the embroidery with Reynard’s name look like it did when he first started learning to write?

This didn’t mean that Yurina had mediocre skills.

She was nimble enough to receive compliments from her usually prim teacher:

“Lady Carthia is the most experienced of the students I have trained.”

And Yurina objectively knew that her hand was proficient in this.

But, oddly enough, now she became dissatisfied with the future gift to Reynard. The handkerchiefs for the brothers and father were fine, but this one was not.

Yurina stared at the embroidery for a long time and frowned. Then Betsy quickly clapped her hands and babbled.

“Wow! What a beautiful handkerchief!”

“Yes? And I don’t like it.”

“Ah, aren’t you being overmodest? I’m sure Reynard will like it too.” Betsy looked around to make sure no one was around, and then whispered: “And this is our secret, but I think that this one turned out much more beautiful than the handkerchiefs for the four Masters.”

It would be impolite to say such a thing, but Betsy was trying to cheer up Yurina like this. Yurina smiled and handed her a handkerchief.

“Send it with the gift I bought last time. Put everything so that the handkerchief doesn’t fall out.”

“I’ll do it!”

Betsy shot out of the room faster than ever, as if she was afraid that Yurina’s mind would change.

Yurina shook her head, looking at her back.

‘I just hope Reynard doesn’t laugh at this creation.’

Preparations for the tournament were in full swing. Three brothers, direct participants, should once again become more adept at hunting. Yurina, on the other hand, was preparing for something else.

The tournament was a place where all sorts of nobles would gather, and talk about this event would go on for a long time.

Yurina really wanted to prepare in order to leave a good impression and not be underestimated by others.

Days turned into nights, and time flew by so quickly that the opening date of the tournament came close. Even today, Carthia estate was busy preparing to leave.

“Milady, leave this to us. You need to sleep.”

Betsy gently pulled Yurina’s hand, who was now watching the carriage being loaded.

“Everything will be okay?”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Of course I do. Where can I find someone as skilled as Betsy?”

“Alright then, hurry up and rest.”

Yurina walked into the room, pretending to give up under Betsy’s insistence. So she entered the room, smiled at the welcoming servants, went to the chest of drawers and opened the drawer.

Reynard’s letter lay in plain sight. Yurina, who picked up the letter as usual, closed the drawer and turned away from it somewhat nervously.

Now her attention was drawn to a wreath of yellow flowers hanging on the wall. This is the same wreath that Reynard wove for her in the Cron Kingdom. How powerful was his magic if the flowers were fresh, like they were cut that very morning?

Not long ago, Yurina felt better just by touching this wreath and smelling the flowers. Now she hated the wreath.

And her anger didn’t stop at the wreath. Everywhere she looked, the whole room was full of Reynard’s prints. As soon as he went to the academy, he sent her first a doll, then a hat, a fan, and so on.

Previously, when Yurina looked at those gifts that filled the room, she could even forget about his absence and laugh happily.

Now everything was different.

Things that used to be funny now annoyed her.

‘But why am I…’

Meanwhile, Reynard hasn’t received the letter. The letter wouldn’t even have crossed the border yet. If she leaves for the mountains without receiving his answer, she will not receive it for at least a month.

And this is with condition that he wants to write to her.

Yurina clenched her fists to rein in her mixed feelings that were shaking her from the inside.

‘I know you’re busy.’

Yurina sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands. She was even more upset because she didn’t know why she would be so nervous and annoyed.

‘We have been exchanging letters every month for more than seven years. I don’t know what the hell it is, but this thought has been in my head all day.’

‘Why, why, why, why the hell? What is it all about?’

‘I am annoyed by Reynard, from whom there was no news, but more than that, I’m mad at myself, and at my worries, to which there is no end in sight.’