CH 20

In the end, she ended up going home in one of the castle’s fine carriages.

The next day, she woke up early as usual and went to take care of her field.

(I got to eat pie yesterday, but I didn’t get to eat Ham-chan’s ham-pe! I really wanted to eat that ham.)

In the field, carrots were blooming lovely flowers. To collect seeds, part of the carrots remained unharvested blooming flowers instead.

(The flowers are so lovely. May there be a bountiful harvest of carrots next year.)

Other than carrots, there were a variety of vegetables being grown in the field. What Eleonora called her small field was something extremely narrow for a field, to the point that others would only be able to see a flowerbed.

(Vegetables are great. If you put in time and effort, you get just as much back-pe.)

Eleonora affectionately touched the carrot’s flower.

(I’ll grow delicious carrots next year too!)

After taking care of her field, Eleonora took off her hat. When she untied her hair, the sun shined down and caused her golden hair to shimmer brightly. Her white skin was slightly flushed, and as she opened her perfectly shaped mouth slightly, a sigh came out.

(Done with the fieldwork-pe! Now onto the embroidery, Sofia asked for-be.)

Eleonora returned to the building, changed, ate a light breakfast and went to grab the silk handkerchief. As she began embroidering, the one-horned mouse hopped onto her lap.

“It’s dangerous Ikkaku-chan-pe. It’d be bad if you got stabbed by the needle-dabe!”

She wanted to put the one-horned mouse down, but it wouldn’t seem to listen.

“Ah, you’ve become so spoiled Ikkaku-chan-dabe.”

Eleonora put her embroidery down on the table and decided to play with the one-horned mouse.

“Haa, how cute, how cute. Ikkaku-chan you’re so cute.”

The one-horned mouse, as if in response, squeaked with a “kyu.”

“But Ham-chan is the cutest-pe. Sorry, Ikkaku-chan!”

Her true feelings came out without thinking, and she apologized to the one-horned mouse.

(Yesterday I saw the emperor who closely resembled Ham-chan, but I know Ham-chan is much better-pe.)

Eleonora was going to spend the day alone as usual when she was called to the main residence by her father.

(What now-pe. Even though he told me not to go to the main residence, he’s calling me over there. Speaking of, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father work-pe. I learned from Mr. Roman that nobles sustain themselves on unearned income, but my father doesn’t do anything.)

She was sincerely grateful to the brilliant steward who had been working for them since the previous generation.

(If it wasn’t for him this family would be buried in debt-pe.)

With these thoughts in mind, she headed for her father’s study.

After knocking on the door, her father prompted her to enter.

“…Pardon me.”

Seeing her elegant figure as she bowed gracefully and greeted them, the steward standing next to her father put on a satisfied expression.

“Why was it not Sofia, but you who was called by the emperor? You probably seduced him, didn’t you? Whatever. Anyhow, try not to be hated by the emperor.”

Eleonora questioned her father, who, without so much as a greeting, went straight to the matter.

“…Maybe he mixed us up.”

(The knight who escorted me home yesterday also said he was ordered to guard the daughter of the Purpleus family. It might not have been me.)

Last night, the knight assigned to guard her until she reached home did not ride the carriage or converse with her. Eleonora rode the carriage alone and he followed next to the carriage. on horseback.

“No, the letter states that he wants to continue his conversation with Eleonora. What on earth did you talk about?”

(We just talked about ham and pie-pe.)

Eleonora looked down and deliberated on how to reply. Seeing Eleonora’s perplexed and distressed expression, the steward decided to help out.

“Sir, perhaps Eleonora-sama also does not know the reason.”

Her father was unsatisfied but was no match for the steward. It was the steward who managed to do something about their assets they were dissolved in a get rich quick scheme.

“Anyhow, Eleonora, go to the castle tomorrow and don’t make any careless mistakes.”

After saying this he waved his hand at her as if chasing out a dog and she returned to the detached building.

(I have to go back to the castle-dabe?! How annoying-pe.)

Thinking of how she’d have to wear a tight corset under her dress, Eleonora was worn out.

(What did I do-pe? I only talked about ham and pie. Speaking of, the emperor said to dispose of the pie but then took back his order and said it was fine not to dispose of it-pe. He probably likes pie but is just pretending not to-dabe! He even asked what flavour I like. Alright, I’ll make him the greatest pie ever! And then I’ll make him say he likes pie-pe!)

Eleonora started preparing various pies for tomorrow: fruit pie, cream pie, meat pie.

After making five different pies, the sun had already set.