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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
When I appeared in the duke's office with an aide, a question arose in Duke Seymour's eyes.
Seeing the Duke's cold tone of voice, I clenched and opened my cold fist once.
‘I'm not scared. That is a financier. What is a financier? You have to be good.'
"Even though it is late at night, the mana stone was turned on in the office, so I brought some tea and
refreshments. I heard you're overdoing yourself because there's a lot of work these days."
The Duke, who snorted, tapped on the pipe gracefully to shake off the ashes.
It was like a scene from a movie, so I almost lost my mind for a moment.
"Why are you standing there with such a blank look? Sit down."
Being sarcastic as if ordering a guest, Duke Seymour got up from his office chair and settled at the tea table.
It seems the Duchess' letter that I handed him the other day has played a role to some extent, given the fact
that he did not kick me out when I made a sudden appearance.
She felt the anxious gaze of the aide in the back of her head.
‘I am not going to cause any trouble. People really don't trust me.'
I asked the aide, who I met last time in front of the flower garden, to call me when the Duke was most
exhausted.
"Princess. From eleven o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, the Lord has his teatime. It is the time when he
is the most tired. You should never go against him. I beg of you."
Even though I repeatedly vowed not to make any trouble, the aide was anxious that I would do something
stupid.
‘Of course, he wouldn't think I came here with the intention of just drinking tea.'
"You must be hungry, so have some refreshments. It's a tart from the most popular dessert shop in the Yones
district these days."
The lemon tart that was brought today was a food filled with the Duke's memories.
He didn't like sweets, so when he went on dates with his wife in the downtown area, he seemed to only eat
lemon tart, which was more sour than sweet.
"Sweets in the middle of the night. I don't like it because I'll feel bloated."
"How can you not know your father's preferences when you're at that age?"
Grumbling with disapproval, the Duke eventually split the tart into small pieces and took a bite.
After tasting it, the Duke, who had been silent while expressing a mysterious face, rinsed the aftertaste with a
cup of tea.
"There must be a reason for you to come here in the middle of the night. Do you want to receive a reward for
the letter you found in the flower garden?"
He drew up the corners of his mouth, sarcastically. It was an expression that clearly showed his bad
personality.
"Of course, the letter you found is a priceless item. But if you are because of the pink diamond, you'd better
go back. I will not change my words. If I said ‘no', it is no."
"I didn't come here to ask for something in return."
"Then?"
"To give?"
The Duke made a suspicious face, perhaps because Deborah had always ‘asked' for, but she never ‘gave'.
I carefully put the teacup down and pulled a letter out of my pocket.
As soon as he saw the light purple stationery paper, the exhausted Duke's eyes were in full swing.
"Exactly."
"Why is this…"
"Is the letter you found, not only one, but several?"
"Exactly."
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The Duchess, who was quiet and poor at expressing affection, put the feelings she could not express into
words.
In her diary, she wrote that she had no courage, and the Duke was so busy that the complaint-like letters kept
piling up.
However, there were also words saying that one day she would like to take out the faded memories she had
with the Duke and color them again.
Perhaps, the Duchess was thinking of burying the letter like a time capsule and take it out again in a place of
remembrance, when she was older and more mature.
"… You'll find out how many there are naturally, as time goes by."
"You mean you won't give me the letters? Until I give you that diamond?"
It meant that she would hand over the letters slowly over time, but it sounded like a threat to the Duke's ears.
I felt a prick at the harsh words, but I poured several sugar cubes into the tea and changed the subject.
"This tea is bitter and has a strong scent, so I think that some kind of madeleine would suit it better than a
lemon tart."
"Next time, I'll tell you to prepare some light tea or cocoa. This is a strong brew, so you won't be able to sleep
well if you drink a lot."
At that moment, I felt a small hope that my relationship with the financier… No, with the Duke might
improve a little.
"Concern? I'm afraid you'll say something later because I couldn't sleep properly, and my skin is bad."
But then again, the Duke of Seymour in the novel firmly turned a blind eye even when his daughter was
brought up to trial for blasphemy.
It was not that easy for a father and daughter relationship to recover from a single letter.
‘Sigh.'
I took a sip of the intense black tea taste, which alternated between sweet and sour, and spoke when there was
about half the tea left.
"Father. It is late, so I'll get going."
"Alright."
The aide, who had been anxious the whole time fearing I would do something to upset the Duke, said with a
more relaxed face.
It was then.
"I've been sitting and working for too long, my body is stiff, so I need to take a walk."
‘I didn't ask?'
"It seems like the weather has gotten a little warmer. Don't you think?"
"Get some rest. I will see you every now and then."
***
After that, I visited the Duke twice more and handed him a letter.
Since there are so many letters, I thought the priority was to restore the broken relationship between father and
daughter, by using this as an excuse to increase the chances of meeting the Duke.
However, it does not seem like I have gotten very close to him, yet I've thrown away many letters.
Eating a chocolate cake that melts in your mouth, the Duke giggled weakly, as he read the letter I had brought
him.
Obsessed with his wife, he did not seem to care that I was sitting right in front of him.
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‘I feel like I've become a mailman…'
The chocolate on the cake melted inside his mouth idly, and the Duke suddenly put down the letter.
Then, he drank tea for a moment and looked at me.
The emotions in those eyes were different from before, so I became restless.
"Deborah. No way you came to me and gave me a letter whenever I was tired, right?"
"Exactly."
"Then why? Because you want to get the only diamond in the country?"
If I kiss up to him too much here, the Duke will doubt my intentions again.
"Because I am the daughter of George Seymour and Marien Seymour. I thought I should be the link between
the two."
"…!"
After that, he didn't speak for a while. I was nervous, fiddling with my hands while I swallowed dryly.
It was the Duke of Seymour who broke the long silence first.
"Do you have time this weekend?"
What is there to do, when I am in a position where I can't even go outside because those are the Duke's
orders?
A life where you eat delicious food, sleep when you are sleepy, roll around in a soft bed, take walks in a
palace-like garden, and receive esthetic care.
‘Every day is thrilling and fun. Being rich doing nothing is the best.'
I replied immediately.
"… Go out?"
"That's right."
"You want to go out now that the weather is a little warmer. You've been in confinement without causing any
trouble."
"I'm v-very happy. Actually, I'm a little surprised by the generosity. Even if I don't go out, I'm pleased to have
tea time at home with my Father."
The Duke also coughed several times and frowned, as though it was lip service.
"What on earth do you want? If there is anything you want, just tell me honestly. I'm getting anxious."
The Duke, who was trying to say something, clicked his tongue and looked at his pocket watch as soon as he
heard a knock.
It seems that a meeting with the vassals was scheduled for the afternoon.
The Duke had to figure out the agenda for the meeting, so I left the office first.
‘Today's mood has progressed differently from the last time. The fact I was relieved from my confinement
should be seen as a positive sign.'
I told my servant to buy the most popular novels that came out these days.
Thinking I should read a romance novel, I trudged down the office hallway, when I heard loud voices coming
from the opposite side.
"Don't cause a stir here and there and stay quiet as a lamb. Is this the way to behave?"
Belreck's vassals disappeared after absentmindedly greeting me, a princess, without proper etiquette.
I, who am a sucker for pretty faces, felt more displeasure than handsomeness.
In a ridiculous mood, I looked at Belreck's back and went into my living quarters.
In the study, there were piles of books and romance novels that I had my servant run an errand for.
‘Found it!'
Sitting in the study, reading books for half a day, I smiled with self-satisfaction.