CH 150

Rieta was worried for a moment if Noel would be able to do well for ten days, but soon realized that it was just a useless worry.

It would be okay.

There were many grown-ups here who loved Noel.

For ten days, Noel will be able to do well in their care.

Well.

. . . An hour later, it turned out that he was completely mistaken.

* * *

An hour after the Duke left . . .

“I’m sorry!”

Noel and Rieta’s eyes widened at the postman’s passionate apology.

He was handing out a letter, and again, it seemed that a ‘lost letter’ had been found.

“Didn’t something similar happen a while ago?”

At what Rieta asked, the postman began to plead with a face almost crying.

“Please, please help me. Princess. Lord.”

It wasn’t for Rieta to decide, so she turned to Noel.

As he looked through the lost letter, which was delivered late, he noticed one thing.

“There is no sender?”

“Yes. Often there are also such letters. However, the postage stamps are clearly attached so it is the fault of the post office. Again, I apologize for being late.”

Noel seems to have been satisfied with the way the postman greeted him very politely.

Perhaps he was secretly delighted that he was being treated like an adult.

He nodded his head with a relaxed expression.

“Alright. It’s not like you delivered it late on purpose.”

“Re, really?!”

“As the Duke’s representative, I forgive your sins.”

Rieta frowned slightly at the remarks, but the postman jumped with joy.

“Never in the future! This will never happen! Truly!”

After he returned happily.

Noel and Rieta returned to the family room together.

“Where is the envelope knife?”

At Noel’s question as he searched through the drawers, Rieta was startled and grabbed his arm.

“Are you going to try to open that letter?!”

“Of course.”

Noel showed the outside of the envelope that had arrived a while ago.

It had the address of the Duke’s Residence and the name ‘Dwayne Mayer’ written on it.

“Who is Mister Dwayne?”

He frowned at Rieta’s question.

“How could you not know?! That’s my father.”

Noel said that Rieta was heartless, but in fact, this was unavoidable.

Until now, no one had carelessly spoken the Duke’s name before Rieta.

“A letter to Dwayne Mayer means a letter to Duke Mayer. And I am the official representative of the Duke.”

Noel made a smug remark, then tore the top of the envelope with both hands and took out the letter.

It seemed that he had given up on looking for an envelope knife.

“Wa, wait.”

Rieta grabbed Noel’s hand and prevented him from opening the letter.

“What’s the matter?”

When Noel asked with a frown, Rieta pointed out an important point with a cautious voice.

“This may not be for the Duke, it was sent to ‘Dwayne Mayer’ personally.”

Rieta also provided reasonable grounds for this opinion.

“Did you forget that all of the letters written to the Duke for official duties until now have ‘To Duke Mayer’ written on them?”

“ . . . !”

Noel’s eyes twinkled.

It seems that Rieta’s words sounded reasonable.

“Most of all, it is not for a gentleman representing a family to open a letter to an individual at will.”

“Right, it’s not like that.”

Noel put down the letter with a sullen face, perhaps withdrawing when she said that it was ungentleman-like

“Well, this is until Father returns . . .”

Then he was about to say, ‘I’ll have to keep it well.’ Just in time, a strong wind blew from outside.

The wind gently shoved the letter on the table and rolled it to the floor.

“Oh, oh?”

Noel and Rieta quickly followed the letter.

The letter stopped only when it reached the corner of the family room.

That’s fortunate, but there was one problem.

The curious wind gently unfurled the letter and showed some of its contents to Noel and Rieta at.

Dear Dwayne.

“. . .!”

The two children looked at each other in shock.

* * *

Noel and Rieta put their heads together over the letter in question.

“Is it a love letter?”

“Ooh, don’t be funny! There’s no way anyone can send a love letter to Father!”

Noel screamed, his face blushing, but he knew the truth was to no avail.

Dear Dwayne.

Didn’t that seem more like the beginning of a love letter than anything else?

“. . . Did Father have someone special?”

Noel looked somewhat disappointed.

“Of course he did. The Duchess is the beloved person of the Duke. Always!”

Rieta looked at the Duchess’ portrait, hung in the best place in the family room.

“Then what is this letter?”

“Well, the Duke is a very nice person. So obviously.”

Rieta clapped her hands slightly.

“Someone has a crush on the Duke!”

“Who would dare?!”

“I don’t know. There was no sender written on the envelope.”

Noel was still angry, so he stared at the half-folded letter for a long time.

“This has already happened, there is nothing I can do about it.”

He reached out for the letter.