ãThatâs no good.ã
Lydia, who rejected the head chef, swells her cheeks.
ãHow? After all, Zackâ¦..ã
ãZach? Ahh, that boy, right? Ojou-sama and him are different.ã
At his employerâs daughter looking up at him, the head chef scratched his cheek, troubled.
ãItâs okay if I see that guy get a little bit injured, but not Ojou-sama. If, in the one in a ten-thousand chance, you get burned, I will get scolded by the maids and retainers.ã
Lydia became sullen, however if she requested any more than that, she would be troubling the head chef, and understanding, dropped her shoulders. Talking to the physically large head chef required courage, but when she tries to talk to him, it wasnât frightening like that. The head chef was unexpectedly kind and understanding, but at the very least there were results, she wondered.
ãI understandâ¦â¦ã
ãHowever, wanting to make things such as sweets for that boy, Ojou-sama is admirable, arenât you?ã
ãThat isnât it! Iâm returning the favor!ã
At the muscular looking head chef who showed a kind smile, Lydia denied it with a completely red face. Even though she also perks up her previously sullen shoulders, because a threat doesnât even seem to be there, the head chefâs smile does not vanish.
ãPlease excuse me.ã
Lydia, who could no longer endure the warm look from the head chef turned her heel.
However, she forgot to mention something, and returned, appearing at the entrance of the kitchen.
ãIâm sorry for asking such a big favor. For your always delicious cooking, thank you.ã
Again, there were traces of intimidation on his smiling face, so she couldnât say it with a smile, but given that she was able to say only that, after confirming the head chefâs reaction, she left.
Some time ago, after she learned from the gardenerâs apprentice that greetings, thanks, and apologies were important things, when she observed people like her mother and father, they gave their thanks to each and every servant. Despite her father being extremely busy, it appears he goes to his servantâs location in order to thank them. Because she had been told about that sort of wonderful behavior of her parents, she was frustrated she didnât notice it.
Spending time for the purpose of following her parentsâ example, becoming conscious of how so far she hadnât been doing it, in her imagination was embarrassing. She canât see them and because either looks away or hangs her head, lately sometimes when saying goodbye, there are times sheâll escape.
The day she conveys her thanks with an elegant smile like her parents is far away. However, the reality that she can say it is excellent, said the gardenerâs apprentice, praising her. Sometimes, when you arenât able to properly say it youâll become disheartened, but because of that, somehow youâll be able to continue.
But, whatâs a good way to give back to himâ¦â¦?
Closing the door to her room, Lydia sighed.
If she canât make the same thing, what can she give back?
The other day, the gardenerâs apprentice gave her handmade cookies as an apology for the meeting over tea. When she heard his important reason, because he did not have a cookie cutter, he used a mug. Being the case she couldnât go back to the house and eat it, then and there, when she ate it, it had a simple and delicious taste.
Making them, even though he said he wasnât a guy who was a patissier, was a little annoying, so she hit him with her fists. Always, however, the gardenerâs apprentice only made a troubled facial expression when hit, and because it wasnât painful, she found it very frustrating. However, she decided in her heart she would absolutely pay him back.
Lydia, having no other alternative than getting him back coming to mind, is troubled. That gardenerâs apprentice, with the exception of food, what could she give him that heâd be happy, she wonders. Heâs a simple gardenerâs assistant, but he always looks like heâs having fun. But, what sort of thing would be good, she doesnât understand.
Speaking of knowing, he held his father who loved gardening in high regard, and the time they ate, he made a happy looking face, and he wasnât good with flashy things.
â¦â¦she doesnât know what he likes.
At the truth she just now noticed, she became shocked. The amount of information she knew about him was too little.
When she tried to rethink, the times she listened to him talk about himself, rather than the times she talked about herself, were nearly nonexistent. That guy, he doesnât talk about himself unless asked.
Zach is to blame.
As for her insufficient information, when Lydia thought about how he wouldnât talk on his own accord, she pouted.
ãLydia-sama, whatâs wrong?ã
Katherine, waiting for Lydia in the room, anxiously called out. Although she entered the room, Lydia, who had not moved, was making different faces, so she was worried.
Even if she made tea to calm her down or ask her, Lydia who was looking down, vigorously raised her head.
ãI am going for a small walk.ã
She hands over a small, white lace parasol to Lydia. After this, if she goes outside into the all-out summertime that was starting, her precious white skin would be sunburned
ãThank you. Iâm off!ã
ãTake care.ã
Near the door, Katherine bows, seeing her employer off. Slowly lifting her head, she watches the back of her master vanish while breathing a sigh of relief.
ãItâs Isaac, isnât it?ã
If thatâs the case, itâs all right, and at her absurd fear for her master, Katherine smiled.
Shortly after, Lydia found the Baumgartner son and father duo at the edge of the many bushes.
Today they were comparatively closer to the grounds. They were talking about something unusual.
Lydia felt it was unusual that the untalkative Dennis was talking while she approached.
Before she tries to call out, the gardenerâs apprentice turns towards her, and Lydia is surprised, stopping in her tracks. He never looks at her until she calls to him.
ãOjou.ã
Besides, he was running with a smiling face towards her. He always refuses and goes back to work. Not reaching an understanding of the state of affairs, Lydia reflexively gripped the handle of her parasol.
ãShe came. Father, is it okay?ã
He leads her by the hand, while at the same time asking his father for permission for something. Confirming his father nodded, the gardenerâs apprentice grabbed Lydiaâs hand and started walking.
ãEh!?ã
Being pulled while walking, Lydia looks, alternating between the gardenerâs apprentice and his father. Because she couldnât read his fatherâs facial expression, she couldnât comprehend his excitement to go.
Given that he wasnât hesitating to go on the lawn outside of where Lydia doesnât walk, Lydia didnât care. Perhaps he wanted to go somewhere quickly, and was taking the route of a straight line, she wondered. For the speed, Lydia is matching him, but at the feel of grass and dirt under feet, Lydia was bewildered.
Why did this happen?
When she tried to only gather information on him, even though she only visited to talk with him.
If she noticed, they had gone to a place where the trees were tall, and in the gaps between trees sunlight came down. It was completely like a forest. Already she didnât even understand which direction was where when facing it. However, the gardenerâs apprentice didnât lose his way and advanced forward. Even if was her estateâs grounds, compared to Lydia, the gardenerâs apprentice far and away was more well-informed.
ãWhere are we goingâ¦â¦!?ã
ãWeâve already arrived.ã
If you hurry and ask, youâll get an answer. For her eyes staring at their direction of movement, the joyful colors revealed themselves.
She understood he wouldnât tell her until they arrived, so for Lydia it was inevitable she went.
This was different, wasnât itâ¦â¦
He was putting more strength into it, possibly exerting more than he needed to, but kindly holding it. He wasnât coercing Lydia, she could choose where or not to come along. She felt this sort of thing was sly.
While worried about whether or not to take his hand as well, Lydia got a little bit angry.
Not noticing her current situation, the gardenerâs apprentice turned his head to her while saying.
ãIf you go through here, weâll arrive.ã
ãWaitâ¦â¦, this isâ¦â¦ã
She was encouraged to dive through the small gap in the bushes. With her dress itâs difficult to pass through a checkpoint, Lydia, as expected, is bewildered. However, she sees the glittering eyes of the boy who wants to show her, unable to fight, she closes her parasol while passing through.
When they pass through the hedges that are a little shorter than them, the sunlightâs radiant assault on the eyes makes you close your eyes. While closing your eyes, from her right hand, at the warmth that went away, she felt a touch of loneliness.
She feels she has gotten used to the radiance on the other side of her eyes, and softly opens them.
Below the sun, the boy spreads both of his hands.
ãHere, what am I?ã
He declares it with his whole face smiling.
She doesnât understand the meaning, and blankly stared. Reflected in Lydiaâs eyes, in their surroundings of a small water fountain with an owl stone statue enshrined on it, there was only the lawn of a wide plaza. The plaza was good, wasnât it, to the extent you could lose your way, and from the water fountain if an adult took ten steps, there was a fence. It was surrounded by trees like a forest, and because around only the water fountain sunlight was pouring down, looking up was completely like it was hollowed from above.
The good exposure to the sun, she understood, but nothing else. With the exception of the water fountain it was a minimally arranged place. She doesnât understand the intentions of the boy who was happily showing her this. In the first place, this place was expected to be contained in her estate, however.
ãWhat kind ofâ¦â¦ã
ãMy father said itâs fine to practice here!ã
When Lydia asks, the gardenerâs apprentice let out an explanation.
ãMy father and my grandfather, when they were apprentices, they practiced here, I heard! I got permission to use it!ã
That is to say, this was Baumgartner houseâs place for landscaping practice, for generations, it seems. For a person who can garden, it canât be helped that heâs happy.
ãThereâs something I want to try, so I have to save up pocket money.ã
What to do with this empty place, he polishes his plan while his eyes look around the surroundings, glittering.
ãâ¦â¦then, is it fine to talk about it?ã
ãAhã
For a noble, in general they will walk to a place with no path. For Lydia, if he didnât bring her, she would not know this place existed. The Baumgartner house, without permission from the Ernestâs head of household, inside their grounds were using this place to practice.
Only after being told, does the gardenerâs apprentice realize that he willingly gave someone from the Ernest house the secret of the Baumgartner family. While looking at the gardenerâs apprentice who just realizes this, Lydia reopened her closed parasol. The boy who showed a reaction, as soon as he came to Lydiaâs side, before her eyes bent down and clasped his hands together.
ãPlease, Ojou, keep it a secret!ã
With his just a little troubled upturned eyes, he pleaded, and Lydia was instantly lost for words.
ãâ¦â¦it canât be helped, can it?ã
ãThank you, Ojou!ã
ãI, in the first place, why would you show me!?ã
ãThat is, I wanted to show Ojouâ¦â¦ã
When he carelessly pointed it out, he obediently reflected while saying that sort of thing. From the point of view of the gardenerâs apprentice, he had the sensation of wanting to show his friend a secret base, and his actions were genuine and had no change from the usual.
ãâ¦â¦!?ã
At those words from the boy who was like a scolded puppy, Lydia felt her cheeks growing hot. With that, the boy who thought she would get mad further lowered his eyes. Then, when he noticed the blades of grass touching the skirt of her dress, he knelt down on one knee.
ãIâm sorryâ¦â¦ it isnât interesting for Ojouâ¦â¦ã
ãâ¦â¦From here, what will you do?ã
At the regretful facial expression that was a complete opposite from the delightful looking one from a while ago, the cause, Lydia, opened her mouth. At her voice, the reaction of the gardenerâs apprentice is to raise his head.
ãFrom here, Zach, you will change this completely ordinary garden, right? If thatâs the case, make it a garden I will like.ã
Receiving Lydiaâs words, the gardenerâs apprentice shows a smile like this sunny spot
ãOf course! Because Iâll make it a great garden, please look forward to it!ã
From underneath her parasol, itâs expected thereâs a shadow, however, Lydia turned her head away from the dazzling sensation of the boy looking up to her.
ãNo, itâll really be the best birthday present youâve gotten until now.ã
At the gardenerâs apprentice who regained his spirit and resumed removing grass, this time Lydia froze up.
Itâs worth the wait, and her gaze slowly returned to the boy who was keenly and happily reflecting. Her surprised facial expression stiffened.
ãJust now, what did youâ¦â¦ã
ãEh? So, because I became an apprentice, if you see the results of my work after it, itâs because I received it from my father so lateâ¦â¦ã
ãThat isnât it! How did you know when my birthday was!?ã
ãMay, howeverâ¦..ã
The gardenerâs apprentice tilts his head in seeming curiosity. Towards him, Lydiaâs voice is raised for a reason she doesnât understand.
It was more than a month ago. At the boy who really doesnât reply if you donât ask anything, Lydia becomes irritated.
With an impulse of wanting to hit him, she tightly gripped her parasol and endures it
ãâ¦â¦Zach, what, if you do it, makes you happy?ã
ãWhat, suddenly asking that.ã
ãNever mind, just answer!ã
ãEh. Umâ¦â¦ã
Being pressured by Lydiaâs vigor, the gardenerâs apprentice doesnât say anything, but thinks he has to respond. After several beats of silence, heâs worried, and answers.
ãIf Ojou smiles, Iâm happy.ã
The boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice smiles with an honest feeling.
ã!? Not that!!ã
At the answer that was completely different from her expectations, Lydiaâs face became bright red as she got angry. She doesnât want him to suddenly say a different or surprising thing.
ãEh. But, things that make me happyâ¦â¦ã
ãI asked about what, if you receive it, would make you happy! Tell me an object!ã
As for Lydia, she asked straight to the point. Having received a curveball, she wasnât thinking she needed to explain the meaning.
Unconsciously raising her voice, the gardenerâs apprentice who was looking at a heavily breathing Lydia, understood her intentions. Then, a seemingly funny and gentle-looking smile surfaced.
ãYou donât have to particularly care about me.ã
ãI care.ã
He sees Lydia who is getting angry, and the boy who is a gardenerâs apprenticeâs smile deepens.
ãWhat Iâve already received from Ojou is good.ã
ãI havenâtâ¦â¦ã
She hasnât given anything to him that makes him happy. However, she came to meet him today. Despite this, what kind of thing did he already receive from her?
ãThat stationary. It made me incredibly happy.ã
It is a unique thing he received, that Lydia gave him that was written by her own hand.
ãItâs my personal treasure.ã
Saying that with an intention of that kind that didnât exist, he says itâs his important thing.
As for herself, she thought she canât give anything to the boy who is too different from her. That sort of thing doesnât exist, the boy simply saying that is unfair. She only now feels she is getting it.
Her cheeks are hot. Certainly, because she was outwitted, itâs annoying.
With her emotions gradually rising, the words are lost, and a silence falls on them. To the boy who is gently smiling, how is she reacting, she wonders.
She searches for something to say. Then, she arrives at the words she missed giving.
ãâ¦â¦happy birthday, Zack.ã
ãThank you, Ojou.ã
He was splendidly smiling, wasnât he?
Even if she had made mistakes, because she had said it to him, it was good. Thinking that, she returned the smile of the gardenerâs apprentice.
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