Volume 4, Act 40: The Witch, the Earl, and Reminiscing
Cordelia questioned Ronnie on the way to the Witchs shop as she held a basket which contained the muffin.
Say, Ronnie, Id like to talk to Sensei alone today. Could you go outside in the meantime?
Okay.
Eh, is it really okay?
I said its okay Ojou-sama, you said it, didnt you?
She had certainly asked so, but she was a little surprised that Ronnie had answered so quickly. She didnt think he would refuse, but she thought he was going to hesitate for a bit. But Ronnie naturally accepted.
Of course, Ill be waiting outside the shop. If Im too far away, then I wont be able to make it if something happens and there would be no point in me being an escort.
Yes, of course.
Something must be bothering you for you to say that. Then you should quickly resolve it.
Ronnie stretched and crossed his arms behind his neck. He looked as if he was ignorant of tension, as usual. Thanks to that, Cordelias tension also went away somewhat.
They eventually arrived at the Witchs shop. Cordelia separated from Ronnie for now and entered the shop.
Welcome, Dilly-chan.
Hello, Sensei.
The Witch spoke to her as soon as she entered the shop. The Witch put the bottles of medicinal herbs onto the shelf before walking up to Cordelia.
Thank you for the other day. It was a disaster, but are you alright, with a lot of things?
Yes. Ill be visiting Oulu Village again.
The Witch, who had sounded worried, might have also been worried about Cordelias physical condition when she said a lot of things, but Cordelia didnt mention it. Im almost in good condition, and Sensei would just be worried if she found out that I spent time in bed.
Cordelia held out the basket with both hands to deflect the conversation.
I made the muffins that Sensei taught me today.
She smiled when she held out the basket, and the Witch blinked a few times before relaxing and smiling.
Oh my, theyre lovely. Ill make you a special cup of tea.
Thank you very much. Actually, I didnt bring tea in anticipation for that.
Cordelia replied a little impishly, and the Witch also joked.
Mick was very remorseful. He apologised to Toto for ripping her papers, and he copied Laras materials to give to Toto.
Oh my.
Lana didnt want to give him her copy because she thought he was going to tear it up, but he kept lowering his head to her. She finally lent it to him, and he copied it. But Toto told him that his writing was messy, so he rewrote it over and over again.
It would be nice if they could make up.
But he said he didnt want to see you again.
Why is that?
Apparently, he wants to apologise in a cool way. However, he hasnt found the way to do that yet, so he doesnt want you to come for a while.
Im very troubled by that.
Cordelia smiled bitterly while feeling relieved that he hadnt rejected her outright. She didnt understand what a cool apologise was.
But the other kids want you to visit, so hell have to put up with it.
Then, Ill pretend that I didnt hear about his cool apology plan.
Yes, that would be for the best. Thanks.
After they smiled wryly at each other, the Witch prepared the tea utensils and urged Cordelia to sit down. The Witch gave Cordelia tea and an empty plate where Cordelia placed the muffin.
They carried the cups to their mouth once everything was settled.
Cordelia, who had moistened her throat with the tea, asked the Witch.
I have asked you this before But, Sensei, have you met my father before?
But, as soon as shed said that, she regretted that shed brought up the topic too abruptly. Furthermore, the Witch had prevaricated the last time she had asked that, so she should have taken more caution when broaching the subject.
If so, then that had nothing to do with Obaa-samas illness, and she had planned on welcoming Otou-sama back one day. Of course, this is only my speculation. But I understand what Obaa-sama meant when she said a story about no one becoming happy.
It was because of that incident that I wanted medicine that even commoners can get. I know that it was me atoning, but by the time Id noticed, I was studying under a doctor day and night.
Have you met Otou-sama since then?
Ive seen him from a distance. He stood out when they made a triumphant return from their campaign, and I thought my heart would stop when I heard that he had gotten seriously injured to protect His Majesty. But he has never asked to meet me, and it would only harm him if we met.
Being a noble comes with gossip, and gossip can lead to ones downfall. Of course, the chances of them thinking that Im his mother are low, but theres no need for him to worry about unnecessary things.
Fulvias voice never grew louder, but her voice was firmer than before.
If Elvis wanted to run away from the noble world, then I still want to help him get to the ends of the world. But I shouldnt meet him now.
It sounded to Cordelia as if the Witch was persuading herself.
She stared at the Witch and was convinced about something.
Thats why.
You said you knew who I was as soon as youd meet me. You have always been watching Otou-sama, havent you Sensei?
There are only a limited number of places where I appear as Earl Pameradias daughter. For her to understand that I was his daughter at first glance means that she has been quietly watching over him, even though she was away from the royal capital for a while.
Dilly-chan, dont you have something to say to me?
If youre asking me if your actions were correct, then its difficult for me to answer. But, whats worse is that I want to call you Obaa-sama, but if I do that in public, then Ill be causing trouble.
It certainly isnt something to be praised.
But this doesnt end just by placing blame on someone, and I have no reason to blame her. I dont have any words for someone who regrets this more than anyone else.
This sounds selfish of me, but if you hadnt chosen the choice you did, Sensei. Then, Otou-sama, and I, even my Onii-samas and Onee-sama wouldnt have been born. I wouldnt have been able to talk with Sensei. I still want to learn a lot of things from you.
Thanks.
Cordelia surmised that she hadnt said anything that the Witch needed to thank her for, and she wasnt sure if those were words she ought to end a conversation with. She also didnt feel as if Fulvia felt refreshed by talking about it.
(She did talk about this, but nothing has been solved.)
However, something was bugging Cordelia about the story.
(Perhaps Otou-sama wasnt hiding their past, and he cares about Obaa-sama.)
Its because he cares about her that he didnt mind if I asked Obaa-sama about this. I didnt feel any resentment from him for the guilt that she feels.
(But if this is true why wont Otou-sama meet Obaa-sama?)
It wasnt easy for Obaa-sama to meet Otou-sama, even if her feelings werent in the way. But it wasnt hard for him to summon her. Obaa-sama knows a lot about herbs, so he could invite her over as a pharmacist.
Even if there are servants who know what she looks like, itll be fine if they just think of her as a nostalgic face. Nevertheless, what is the reason he wont meet his mother, who he promised to see again?
However, Cordelia, who was thinking as she stared at Fulvias face, suddenly noticed something that bothered her a lot about her Obaa-sama.
Sensei. I would like to ask you something rude.
What is it?
How old are you?
She is older than Otou-sama, but I never imagined that she would be old enough to be his mother. Fulvia went blank at Cordelias question and then opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Dilly-chan, you dont ask a womans age, now do you?
She said in a teasing tone.
But I can roughly guess her age, even if she doesnt tell me, since Otou-sama is already in his 50s. The words Beautiful Witchoccupied Cordelias mind. Obaa-sama must be using some kind of beauty method.
( Wait, my thoughts strayed.)
Cordelia retorted to herself as she pushed the question out of her mind in response to the Witchs words and vague smile.
Why wont Otou-sama meet Obaa-sama?
(Im sure Obaa-sama wants to meet him.)
Ill talk to him about this. It might be meddlesome of me. But, I want them to meet if he doesnt have a valid reason.
After all, these were two people who Cordelia loved.
Translator: Blushy
Editor: SenjiQ