Volume 5 - CH 8

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“Yes, excuse me, Professor.”

Her father nodded back in a somewhat dazed manner, and Edgar offered his arm to Lydia and helped her walk up the stairs.

“Were you trying to make the earl agree that Miss Carlton should go back to Scotland? That is quite malicious for you Professor.”

The duchess giggled like she found it hilarious.

Carlton slumped his head in self-loathe.

“Anyone would become malicious. To have your own daughter cry like that, it’s like I’m the villain.”

“For a man and woman who have fallen in love, it’s natural for the father to become the villain. But you should know that from your own experience.”

“That’s…..quite an earache.”

He was someone who had eloped and married his wife and was prepared to fall into the position where he wouldn’t be able to complain anything about who Lydia chose, but he realized that unexpectedly, he wasn’t able to accept his defeat with grace.

But, fallen in love? Lydia and the Earl? Carlton thought he couldn’t acknowledge that.

“The Earl just sees Lydia as different and not the same type that he is used to meeting.”

“That may be true. For now.”

For now, huh.

P. 269

"I apologize for ruining it even though you came to me for advice in how to make her end her job in working for the earl as peacefully as possible.”

“No, I was unable to back myself out of what I was saying, I might have nearly gone and seriously hurt Lydia’s feelings.”

As Carlton said that, he looked over to the stairs that the earl was walking down.

The young man didn’t stay long in Lydia’s bed chamber and seeing as he came back down quickly, it could be interpreted that he was paying his respects to her welfare. 

This was a country where the average height was different according to the classes. Normally, nobles were all thin and smart, but he was exceptionally different.

If it was a normal young woman, there was no way that she wouldn’t become dazed if he were to approach her, and Lydia should share the same sense as any other young woman.

I want to be with someone like father, she says?

It wasn’t like he completely believed her words, but Carlton couldn’t help but think that that was just an illusion.

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P. 270

It was three days later when Lydia fully recovered and returned to work at her office at the Ashenbert mansion.

To tell the truth, the more Lydia’s health recovered, the more she was filled with regret at the extremely selfish and childish things she said to Edgar. 

Remembering at what she said: don’t say you don’t need me, was enough to make her twist and turn in embarrassment.

She wondered if Edgar remembered what she said. She hoped that he excused it as blabbering nonsense from a recovering, sick patient.

Anyhow, it was a bother to commute to work because of what she said, but her work should be pilling up by now, and after she defended Edgar so much like that, she wasn’t able to tell her father that she didn’t want to go to work, so she left her house for work as energetically as possible.

However, after Lydia had locked herself in her office, she let out a heavy sigh.

“Young Miss, you shouldn’t wear such light and thin clothing like that again.”

The Coblynau spoke to her in a nonchalant tone.

“The Earl had also remarked that he had no intention of forcing his tastes of fashion onto you.”

Oh, and just when the cause of all the problems was because of you little fairy.

P. 271

“Oi, Lydia, take a look at this.”

Nico held out the newspaper for her to see.

Just as usual, Nico had arrived to the Ashenbert mansion earlier than she did, and was enjoying his cup of tea served by Tomkins. 

Before she knew it, it seemed like the Coblynau had become his tea-drinking friend as well.

“What is it, another ridiculous gossip article?”

“It’s the Times.”

She walked over to Nico and inspected one side of the newspaper he handed to her and read the largely printed words of ‘Daydream’ on it.

End of Book 5