Chapter 175: Decipher (1)

Chapter 175: Decipher (1)

Screeeeech!

Squeeeeee!

The excited red pandas ran around near the field of flowers.

Percy must have gone somewhere to play as I couldnt see him while Tith was not in Juliette Palace because Pierre had taken him to the seawater pool.

I warned the little troublemakers with a stern look on my face.

You cant bother him when he works. Be good.

Cruuu.

Demy rolled on the ground like a panda and fooled around.

It meant that he was going to do whatever he wanted. Gerrit dangled on my arm and chuckled.

I couldnt help but sigh and smile at the same time.

The garden at Juliette Palace was beautiful in the fall.

The gardeners were hard at work, taking care of the trees and newly grown plants.

I was terrible with flower names but Benjamin was different.

Gerrit and I were able to be energized by his explanations to learn about a lot of new plants.

The magenta flower over there is an anemone, these over here are a pretty bundle of Sweet Williams. In the back are some coneflowers.

This outdoor tea time with butterflies and dragonflies joining us was wonderful.

The weather was great, the sky was clear and having a guest for the first time in a long while made me very happy.

Its delicious, isnt it? Should I ask them for more?

I asked Gerrit. The little boy, who had been chewing on his snack, curled his eyes and nodded his head.

This tarte flambe, which had lardon, emmental cheese and mushrooms to suit my tastes, was closer to a pizza than a tart.

Seeing as how this little kid enjoyed it as well, Chef Laurence truly had a way of cooking that just drew you into her food.

Ganael, three plates of this and fouace please. For the fouace, make them the ones with the orange confit inside. Gerrit likes them.

Yes, your highness!

Ganael, who was attending to us, looked extremely happy as he walked away.

Gerrit looked at me in shock. He seemed to be trying to say that he could not eat that much.

I wiped the sauce off the childs chin and gently smiled.

Dont worry. Uncle will help you.

Gerrit looked relieved after hearing that.

Now that I thought about it, I ate quite well when we all went out together last time. His first impression of me must have been quite memorable.

I confirmed that he was drinking some warm milk before turning to the side.

Benjamin was carefully pouring some tea at the next table.

He must have sensed my gaze as he stopped what he was doing and handed over Gerrits bag. Hes so observant.

Thank you very much. Gerrit, can I open it?

Nod nod. Little Geens white hair, which looked exactly the same as his fathers, fluttered in the wind.

Sir Johann had brought Gerrit to the entrance and then entered into Romero Palace.

Maybe he was looking at his son out a window the whole time.

The bag Gerrit brought with him was so large that it covered his whole back and it was very full.

I cautiously opened the bag. I naturally started smiling once I saw what was inside.

It is full of letters. I guess you are a mailman, Gerrit.

The child chuckled with joy.

Gerrits medicine and a book for him to read were inside as well, but the rest were letters from my friends.

I pulled out the colorful cards and letters and made eye contact with the little boy.

Thank you so much. I was curious about how my friends were doing. Wasnt it heavy to carry?

Shake shake.

Thats a relief.

I emptied the bag and slowly reached over to fix Gerrits hair.

The boy smiled as if it felt nice.

Benjamin was nice and took the sun halo weed from Gerrit and started brewing the tea for him.

I heard that the medicine was quite bitter but the little boy dangled his legs and waited for it without the slightest look of detest.

He was so good and pure that I couldnt help but pity his situation.

Lets see.

It was quite peaceful after that.

I enjoyed reading the letters from Christelle, Vice Captain lisabeth, Eva, Marquis Duhem, Sand, Agnes and my other companions.

There was even one from Chantal, the Chief of Staff of the Srnit Lords Castle.

It was even more entertaining as I felt like I could hear the voices of the writers as I read them.

Gerrit watched me read with interest.

His Royal Highness keeps crossing the line, your highness. Yesterday, I almost requested a duel with him because I really couldnt get through to him. I am at least extremely relieved to hear that you woke up safely, your highness. I was so shocked after hearing that you coughed up blood that I destroyed my bed. My mother heard the noise and ran over bare feet.

Christelles handwriting was full of anger and energy.

The soft and sweet taste melted in my mouth and washed away the bitter taste.

I couldnt help but chuckle now.

It looks like uncle will get healthy thanks to you, Gerrit. Maybe my ether will return tomorrow.

I placed a purple berlingot in Gerrits mouth.

My little mailman and doctor smiled brightly and nodded his head.

He seemed to be agreeing with my statement.

*

That night

Dame Christelle de Sarnez, I have so much respect for you. It is an extreme honor to meet you. To fight against a golem You are as brave as our ancestors.

Thank you very much. I am pleased to meet you as well.

This fancy tavern in the Legault district, the central district of the Imperial Capital, was so full that there was no room to move.

Christelle was smiling brightly while receiving the greeting of some noble young lady.

The persons face turned red and she didnt seem to know what to do before kissing the back of Christelles hand and walking away.

This was already about the fifth time she had faced this sort of situation tonight.

It is great that my daughter is so popular.

Yes, I agree, mother.

Christelle responded with a smile to Isabelles whisper.

The mother and daughter pair, who were actually pretty similar in age, clinked their glasses against each others and giggled.

The young Holy Knight was doing her best not to recall the view of Korea she had seen that day.

All it was doing was to make her upset.

She was neither sure about how to create that hole in the sky again nor how she could get there.

She did not want to be tortured by a useless hope that she may be able to return to her original world.

It was better to forget about it.

Cheers.

Cheers!

The sweet yet bitter taste of the wine flushed down her throat with those memories.

The city area had been completely empty two weeks ago when the soldiers had been moved to alert status.

The knights in the garrison defending the Imperial Capital were patrolling the streets night and day while the regular nobles and commoners with no talents in magic or sword arts stayed in their homes.

But it was different now. Everywhere except the borders had returned to normal.

In fact, it seemed even livelier than when that hole in the sky and the golem appeared.

Christelle let her ears take in the waves of chatter she could hear from those around her.

The harvest festival is already next month. I am excited to see how much we can gather in my territory.

Oh, the storehouse at our Lords Castle was looted last month. I hope we can make up for the losses with this harvest.

My goodness, Baron. Was it perhaps that thief?

Her blue-gray eyes inadvertently looked through the tavern. It then stopped at a certain spot.

Although this man had a robe covering his face, Christelle was certain that she knew this person sitting at a corner table.

Now that she thought about it, she had not checked to see if he was okay since they last saw him at the Blanquer Lords Castle. An odd sense of curiosity as well as mischievousness filled her heart.

Christelle called an errand boy over to say that she wanted to send a drink to that gentleman over there and asked for paper and pen.

She then excitedly wrote down a message.

You cant get married if you cant drink this in one shot. Oh, detestable sir

What happened with the prophecy you made at the Blanquer Duchy?

C. S.

The errand boy quickly delivered champagne and the message to Modeste Bacary as Christelle smirked and observed his face.

The young seer seemed surprised at this completely unexpected show of goodwill.

Christelle was not acquainted with Bacary but knew that he was the one who had viciously glared at Prince Jesse during the Crown princes succession confirmation ceremony.

She had also heard about how he had left an ominous prophecy to the Prince and his friends at the masquerade.

As someone who listened to his warning and assisted in searching through the ballroom, she thought that she had the right to hear the backstory.

However, he showed a surprising reaction.

Bacary looked at Christelle from the distance before calling the errand boy over to write a response.

This was an interesting development.

Christelle calmly read the message from the seer that the errand boy delivered.

I will accept the drink with gratitude. However, I do not know what you are talking about with a prophecy, Dame Sarnez. Unfortunately, I have lost my memories of that night.

M. B.

What does he mean?

Her face stiffened.

Is he saying that his memories of making the prophecy are completely gone?

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