Chapter 113: Wild Imagination

Simultaneously, when Desmond tried to fake his focus on parchment, the sound of the door sliding sounded, and a maid walked in afterward, "Here, young master." The maid saw Desmond seriously reading the parchment and entirely focused.

Since Desmond looked like he couldn't be bothered, the maid put the empty parchment and ink and pen on the end of the table. After that, she smiled at Desmond and walked out of the room.

Desmond, who was tense reading the parchment, let out a sigh of relief when he heard the door to the room had closed. He glanced over and didn't find any maids around, "I thought I get discovered."

Desmond then glanced at the parchment and stationery the maid had brought, "Hmm, I forgot to ask for the knitted letter type to reply to the letter from Elizabeth."

Desmond repeated the same action, he clapped his hand, and a maid entered. Desmond told her about the type of material he wanted to make his second letter.

The maid nodded and said that she needed time to prepare the letter because she had to buy it first. Desmond gave his approval, and the maid left.

After that, Desmond turned his gaze to the parchment in front of him, "How should I respond to this? Thank you or maybe mention the contract?" holding a pen; he bent his hands down and leaned his cheek.

"Well, whatever it is, at least first I have to thank you." Desmond then dipped the tip of a pen made of chicken feathers in a small iron cup filled with squid ink.

Desmond waited for the ink to dry a little before writing on the parchment after dipping the pen. This was the first time he had written on parchment; he usually ordered the maids to do this. But since this letter concerns the kingdom, it would be very dangerous for anyone other than him to know his parents' news.

Desmond's writing cannot be said to be bad or good because this is his first experience; he hopes that many mistakes can be learned.

At first, every time he made one of the words, his hand seemed to be tucked and made the word into a different meaning, but over time Desmond's hand became smooth even if you saw that the writing was quite neat before.

Great, thanks to the system, Desmond thought. When he first wrote, he just wanted to try to get a feel for how it feels to write on parchment; after a few tries, he got bored and had the system help him.

A groove was visible on the parchment; Desmond only needed to follow that path to form a word. Desmond was not surprised by this system's features because he had previously used a similar part when tracking Alice's whereabouts.

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While writing, The birds chirped in the morning, while the sound of the gentle wind seemed to make its own beat make Desmond's inspiration was increased, coupled with the calming natural atmosphere.

And without realizing it, Desmond had been writing longer than he expected. He sighed and felt his hands start to ache, "This is so great; I never knew an atmosphere would affect my mood so drastically."

Desmond then lifted the parchment and looked at the content he wrote, "Wow, I feel this not me who wrote this letter ..." he was amazed at every sentence used to express his gratitude to the prime minister.

Desmond smiled with satisfaction seeing this; right then, a screeching sound on the wooden floor rang out. He lowered the parchment and, this time, sat down staring at the beautiful blue sky from his window.

"Young master, I bring the type of letter you requested." The maid's voice was the same as before, which means she personally go out and buy the material. Now the maid was waiting for his order while knocking on Desmond's door.

After hearing her young master's permission, the maid came in with a serving plate and a letter from knitting. "This, young master."

Desmond turned around and saw the maid bringing a wine, "Thank you ..." he answered sincerely while smiling at the maid. Desmond did not expect that his maid would understand this tedious writing task or that perhaps she had expected that Desmond would ask to bring wine?

Hearing Desmond's answer, the maid smiled before finally asking permission to return to duty.

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Before writing the second letter, he looked back at the letter to be sent to the prime minister. This looks like something is missing, Desmond thought.

Apart from giving thanks, Desmond felt something the prime minister wanted to convey, but he could not see it clearly.

Desmond then raised the glass containing the wine and took a sip, "Ahh," while enjoying the wine, Desmond turned around and looked at the swaying meadow and the white clouds that formed some strange shapes.

In that instant, Desmond realized the most crucial thing in the information the prime minister had conveyed. If this letter spread means .... thought Desmond, his imagination running wild as he imagined the next consequence, he immediately wrote what he thought on the parchment.

After finishing writing, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead and almost hit the parchment; Desmond's heartbeat skipped for a moment when he saw this, "Almost. If it was hit, all this writing, it might be a little blurry."

Apart from that, he also felt a new hot feeling from his neck.

Maybe because of my hair?

Desmond then activated a spell, and the wind began to gather behind Desmond's hair. The wind then flew up and made his hair stand up, "ahh, it's comfortable ..."

After that, Desmond activated another spell, a tree root entered Desmond's room from the window. He manipulated the tree roots and cut it, only took a few roots, and made a hair tie. Desmond used his imagination to control the hair tie by joining all his hair and creating a high-bun version.

"This seems correct," After finishing, Desmond deactivated both of his elemental spells and checked his writing on the parchment.

"Good, even if the prime minister had anticipated this move, at least I just added some fact to his guess for it to come true." Inside the parchment, Desmond requested that this news be kept a secret.

Desmond's didn't now that his request was the same as the King's order; the King also assigned the prime minister not to spread this news. In contrast to Desmond, the King's thinking already covered all his powers, which meant that he did not think about Desmond's safety but his people's safety from external factors.

Desmond then rolled up the parchment and took out the royal ribbon used in the previous parchment. He ties it and puts it aside.

"Now, for Elizabeth, I might just say that I got the Master Wizard from the Guild." Desmond then wrote down what he thought, but he always said thank you at the beginning of a letter before that.

"Done, believe it or not, it at least I've answered the letter." Desmond then called the maid and told her to deliver the two letters to the prime minister and King's daughter, Elizabeth.

After finishing all of his morning activities, Desmond wanted to continue training as usual, but he remembered that a certain person tried helping him heal his hand.

He took the mirror he used to communicate and activated a spell on it.

"Hello, little Desmond." There was a voice of an adult woman who was very seductive and alluring from the mirror's reflection.

Desmond indirectly saw the woman's figure in the clothes that showed a little of her body. Her smooth skin was slightly revealed but still made a charming and mysterious impression coupled with the woman's seductive gaze.

Desmond was rendered speechless when he saw her appearance.

"Hello, Mrs. Clementine. " He answered the woman without showing a lust or seductive expression in front of her.

"How unfortunate, at least give this young lady a compliment ..." Clementine chuckled as she saw Desmond's reaction, but there was some disappointment in her eyes.

This woman is calling herself a young lady, even though she has a daughter of the same age as me...

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the mirror, behind Clementine, a girl looks almost the same as Clementine with long red hair was looking at Clementine with a strange look.

The girl was still wearing her nightgown, which showed the girl's cleavage. Even though she is still young, her face and growth may not be inferior to Clementine in the future.

"Mother, what are you doing?" the girl asked; she, who had seen her mother, was choosing clothes for her, suddenly stopped and sat in her chair holding a mirror.

Clementine turned around when she heard her daughter's voice, "Ah, mother is ..." her words stopped when she saw her daughter's clothes that were more seductive than her, "Come here a minute Diana, mother has something important to talk about." Clementine smiled slyly as she motioned to come to her.

Diana, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, was confused by her mother's look and behavior, "Can't you come and tell me?" she just woke up and felt very lazy to get out of bed.

"Come here, or I won't pick you a dress." Clementine was a little annoyed by the behavior of her daughter, who was rolling on the bed.

"Yes, mother." Diana stopped rolling, and she then walked towards her mother. She failed to detect any other intentions from her mother.