Chapter 105.2

[Dear Lady Carthia.

How are you doing? That time you didn’t look very good, so I’ve been worried since that day. Actually, I wanted to send the letter the next day, but didn’t know what to say. So I wrote and burned letters time after time, and now I’m finally sending it.

Later I realized that the lady must have been embarrassed by my intrusiveness that day. I think it all happened because I wanted to be closer to Lady Carthia. Like I said, I want to keep in touch with Yurina in the future.

I think it would be great if not only we, but also Sir Reynard and Karion could become friends. After all, they are both Blessed, can’t they find common ground?]

Raynard read this far, raised his eyebrows and tensed.

“She’s up to something.”

“I agree. There’s no way it will work.”

In fact, Yurina thought for a moment that Lydia’s words might be sincere. But Yurina immediately dismissed such a ridiculous thought when she saw Reynard’s eyes.

When she patted his hand, Reynard calmed down a bit and started reading the letter again.

[So, I want to invite a young lady to our mansion this weekend. The roses in our garden are already in full bloom. And I want to drink tea there and talk.

I know this offer is sudden. If you don’t like it, feel free to refuse.

In the meantime, I look forward to Lady Carthia’s response.

Rose Month 7th, 473 Imperial Year

Lydia De Flon.

P.s. What I send along with the letter are tea leaves and tea cups, which are the special products of our De Flon estate. I hope the young lady likes it.]

After reading the letter, Raynard folded it in half and spoke calmly.

“Don’t go there.”

However, Yurina couldn’t immediately agree with him. Seeing her thoughts whirring, Raynard pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.

“It is clear that Lydia is up to something.”

“I don’t believe her either, but I need to meet Lydia and Karion.”

“It’s still ‘no’.”

Reynard flatly rejected this. Yurina didn’t want to go either.

‘I don’t have to step into the tiger’s den stupidly with my feet.’

Then there is only one way out:

“Instead of going myself, how about inviting Lydia to our mansion?”

“Hmm…”

Reynard said nothing about it. 

“If Lydia really invited me to Marquis De Flon’s residence, wouldn’t she somehow persuade me to come to De Flon’s mansion? I think the reaction will give you an idea of ​​what they’re really up to, or if they’re doing it out of favor for me.”

“That’s right.”

“It would be better if Lydia came to our mansion. Everything will be fine as long as you and Dave are both here. And here we can talk to her.”

There was still no answer from Reynard.

‘It’s not an easy decision.’

She seemed to know what Reynard was thinking, so Yurina decided not to rush him, but wait for him to speak.

To be honest, even though she believed in Raynard’s powers, Yurina was still a little nervous about inviting Lydia to her mansion. However, just because she was worried, she couldn’t easily put De Flon and Karion out of her mind.

After a moment’s reflection, Reynard nodded.

“I really don’t like this. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll make sure I’m well prepared.”

“Thank you.”

Yurina, who smiled at him, quickly took out a letter and a pen from the drawer and began to write a reply. There was nothing special about that. She issued a formal greeting, as all nobles do, and then hinted that she, too, wanted to get to know Lydia better.

“The whole capital is full of rumors that the roses in your house are beautiful. I appreciate the lady’s invitation, but if Lydia doesn’t mind, I’d like to invite you over. If you come, I’m sure we’ll have a good time together.”

Yurina held out the letter, written in elegant handwriting, to Reynard as if it were being examined by a teacher. He read the letter from cover to cover and nodded reluctantly to her.

“It’s better than going to Marquis De Flon’s house yourself, but I don’t know if it’ll be all right.”

Yurina folded the letter, sealed it with wax, and shrugged.

“If you are here, why should I be afraid? And if Karion comes along, it’s good that we can talk.”

She smiled as she watched him purse his lips in displeasure.

“They told me it was a duckling, and there really is a duckling here.”

Yurina saw that Dave and Betsy were still talking passionately about teleportation, then she grabbed Reynard’s arm and hid behind a closet. Making sure once again that the two weren’t looking at them, she suddenly kissed Reynard cheekily.

Raynard, who was unhappy with the mention of Karion, quickly shook off his stern expression as if nothing had happened. After kissing him again, Yurina went to the chest of drawers and took out the perfume out of habit.

“What are you doing?” Reynard asked, following her.

“Putting some perfume on the letter.”

Holding the letter in one hand and aiming at the perfume with the other, he reached out from behind her back and grabbed Yurina’s hand hastily. When Yurina looked behind her with her puzzled face, Reynard shook his head slowly.

“Why not?”

“It’s not that you can’t, but…”

He muttered something, as if hesitating.

“I just hate it.”

What do you hate? Spraying perfume on letters is what all high society girls do. She looked at her perfume and Reynard’s face alternately a couple of times while wondering, and suddenly a thought flashed through Yurina’s mind.

“Do you hate it when I put perfume on other people’s letters?”

Raynard didn’t answer, but Yurina quickly realized his silence was an affirmative answer.

“Even if it’s for a woman, not a man?”

“I still hate it.”

What the hell was this? Even his ears turned red. Yurina suppressed her chuckle and sprayed perfume on the nape of his neck instead of her letter.

“You smell good.”

As Yurina breathed in through her nose and whispered, Raynard took hold of Yurina’s hand holding the perfume. Instead of spraying Yurina with perfume, he rubbed the back of her hand on the nape of her neck where Yurina sprayed her perfume.

Then he lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“You smell like me.”

Yurina sighed, pressed his shoulder once, and called Betsy as she walked out from behind the closet. Betsy, who nodded with a half-convincing look at Dave’s words, sprinted over.

“Do you have anything to do?”

“Can you pass this on to the messenger?”

Bessie quickly left the room after receiving the letter Yurina gave her.

That evening, Yurina got a direct reply from Lydia De Flon.

The reply was that he would gladly accept the invitation.