CH 138

After removing the luggage from Cain’s room in the dormitory, he packed it into the carriage and climbed into the carriage.

The guards were Arnoldia and Viviradia. They were also serving as escorts.

As Cain and Il Valeno got into the carriage, the magnificent four-horse carriage slowly moved forward and slowly circled the square between the dormitory and the school, then left through the school gate.

The carriages could not be backed up, so the carriages stopped in a line at the carriage stop and had to circle around the square before they could leave the grounds.

“It’s a big place. We didn’t have such a big carriage at home, did we? When did you buy it?”

“The master bought it for Diana’s birthday at the end of last month.”

Cain rolled his eyes at Il Valeno’s words.

Even an ordinary carriage is not cheap. A carriage this large and magnificent is quite expensive. 

“Besides, the taxes are high, aren’t they?”

Taxes are charged on privately owned carriages. The price varies depending on the number of wheels on the carriage and the number of horses that can be hitched to it, but the amount of money varies greatly depending on how many people can fit in the cabin.

Some of the lower nobility even manage to have only one carriage to make themselves presentable when attending balls and other events.

The Elgrandark family already had two carriages.

When my father rode the carriage to the royal castle for work every day and my mother used it to go to an embroidery party or to a tea party for her friends, all the carriages would go out with them.

So on several occasions, Cain had to carpool with a knight to the orphanage on horseback.

This is the third carriage of the Elgrandark family.

It was a birthday present for their nine-year-old daughter.

“The Elgrandark family is not one to be swayed by the payment and expense of a single carriage,” he said.

“Wow. The way you said it sounded like a palais pantre.”

The bench seat, stuffed with cotton and upholstered in velvet, was fluffy and comfortable, but now that it was summer, I was afraid I would get rashes on my backside.

If we developed a cushion, it would sell well, wouldn’t it? Cain thought about it, but he didn’t know where he could get reeds and rushes, so he put it on hold in his mind.

“The name of this carriage should have been ‘Cain’…, Lady Diana tried to name it, but it was stopped by Master and Mistress.” 

“That’s right. It’s Diana’s birthday present, so it should be something like ‘Pretty Diana.’

“Well, ……,” he said, “it’s Diana’s birthday present. As usual, isn’t it?”

The name of the carriage is ‘the Serene’.

The name of the moon goddess matching Diana, Cain thought, and then nodded his head.

Diana is Roman mythology and Selene is Greek mythology.

There is no Rome or Greece in our world. Is it just a coincidence? Or is it because it’s a girl’s game world that we don’t care about that?

Come to think of it, is there any mythology in this world? There are temples in Rimut Blake, but there is not much religious activity.

I should look for a book on mythology. Cain was thinking about that. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

“Ah!”

He suddenly let out a loud voice and tapped on the carriage’s coachman window to call Arnoldia.

“If you can find a place in the city where the carriage can be parked, stop it!”

“Cain? Did you forget something?”

The carriage was so big that it could not be parked anywhere in the city.

Viviradia and Arnoldia were looking for a place to park the carriage as they slowly made their way down the main street.

“We must buy souvenirs for Diana! We have to buy a lot of souvenirs for Diana since we are going home in such a big carriage!”

“What do you mean by ‘souvenirs?’ …Most of the contents of that bag of souvenirs were for Diana, right?”

Il Valeno, who helped load the luggage onto the wagon, knew what was in the bag. The only personal belongings in the baggage were three days’ worth of underwear.

“It’s obviously not right to have only three days’ underwear for a trip that will take seven days,” Ilvaleno said.

Il Valeno insisted that Cain pack a change of clothes, but Cain replied, “Let me go to the inn and have my clothes washed.”

“I’m sure the innkeeper will let you wash your clothes,” Il Valeno said. “It’s summer, it will dry overnight.”

Cain refused to pack his clothes.

It was a very strange comment from the heir apparent of the duke’s family. Il Valeno secretly thought that his study abroad might have been a failure.

“I mean, you were packing, so you were ready to go home. Did you know they would come for you?”

“Well, I don’t think Father and Mother were cold enough to tell me not to come home until the summer vacations. I thought they would send me a parcel or something in advance to pay for my trip or arrange a carriage for me. Even if there really was no help or pickup, I would have worked part-time so that I could return home.”

At Cain’s words, Il Valeno laughed with a troubled look on his face.

“I knew it. I knew it would be like that. I’m glad I came on the last day of class so we wouldn’t get confused.”

“Yes, since Il Valeno came to pick me up, I can save money and buy lots of souvenirs to take home!”

The carriage shook once with a thump and stopped.

After waiting for Viviradia to get off the platform and put the wheel stopper on the wheel, Cain and Il Valeno got off the carriage.

“I’ll get some souvenirs for Diana! Arnoldia and Viviradia, wait for me in the carriage. Il Valeno, let’s go. First, we’ll go to the bookstore.”

“Why do you have to buy the heavy stuff first?”

Even as he mumbles, Il Valeno walks after Cain.                                                                                                                                                                                      

For the last six months or so, he has been walking behind the same kind of long blonde hair, but the height is completely different.

The way he walked with hIS arms waving confidently in the air was very similar to Cain’s, but…

“I still feel more comfortable with this one.”

Never looking down at his whirling hair, Il Valeno softly murmured as he gazed dazzlingly at his back, where his loosely braided tricot was swaying.