This chapterâs name is literally âtreeâs shadeâ but that sounds funky as a title. Also, sorry if this chapter is a bit of a mess formatting wise. I wasnât able to do my usual editing because I got pulled into a business trip so I am actually currently doing this from my hotel room before I have to do work instead of my usual set-up, hahaha. Tried my best, but wew, work trips are exhausting. If someone wouldnât mind putting this on NovelUpdates, that would be neat; Iâm like, rushing to get this out the door before work, whoops. Time zone differences suck. Anyways, enough of that, chapter time.
TL:Â Toasty
ED:Â Toasty
ãZack, where are you?ã
Even with his moderate greetings, Nicholas, who had visited the Ernest estate, asked Lydia his friendâs whereabouts.
It was always the same exchange, but today Lydiaâs friend was a little different.
ãâ¦â¦um, before, I have something I want to consult a little.ã
At Lydia, who while seeming to timidly talked while asking, Nicholas tilts his head in confusion. Whenever he was approached to consult about something, eight or nine times out of ten, it was about a friend, but he didnât have any expectations.
ãWhat is it?ã
Since her guard, Eric, did not have good feelings towards the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, Lydia shortens the distance between them and hides her mouth with her hand while talking with a whisper. Nicholas imitated that, crouching over to make it easy for Lydia to talk.
ãâ¦â¦um, I have a feeling heâs avoiding me.ã
ãHaa? Thereâs no way Zack is avoiding you.ã
At that astounding sentence, Nicholas denied it as impossible.
ãThatâs what it seems like, butâ¦â¦ certainly, itâs the same as always, but how do I put itâ¦â¦ã
Expressing beyond that is difficult for words, so Lydia frowned in careful consideration. For the sake of encouraging Lydia to continue, Nicholas asks a question.
ãWhat kind of time did you feel something strange?ã
Encouraged by Nicholasâ question, Lydia rethinks the timing of when she felt something was out of place. Then, at her shyness and hesitation, she suddenly started to speak her mind.
ãUmâ¦â¦ the time we went to the secret garden and he didnât lead me by the hand. After, he still praises me with words, but he doesnât pat me on the headâ¦â¦ even though he does so with Floraâ¦â¦ã
Hearing her words, Nicholasâ facial expression gradually changed into one of shock.
ãSimply not being touched is lonely, huh?ã
ãTouchâ¦â¦!?ã
At the presented summary, Lydia became her surprised and her face turned red.
But, when it was pointed out to her just like that, and ended up saying something she didnât want to, and Lydia shyness and heat on her cheeks competed, with words not coming out.
Seeing Lydia hold her tongue in shyness, Nicholas sighs and talks with an amused voice.
ãThereâs no way Zack would make a move on another personâs woman.ã
ãEh?ã
ãYouâre engaged to His Highness, the prince, right?ã
Nicholas easily derived the answer. Unable to understand the contents of that answer, Lydia once again froze.
Certainly, if she thinks back on it, after she notified him of her engagement with Roy, the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice stopped touching her unexpectedly. Lydia thought it was the guards that came with her, but even before then, she realized the contact from him had already stopped.
Because he hadnât changed with the exception of not touching her, not even in her wildest dreams did she consider he was considering her. It might have been unconscious, Nicholas said.
ãIt seems the butler taught him how to deal with young women, huh?ã
Even though it was temporary, if it was the case he received the minimum education for being an attendant, he would have held back in careless touching, and towards a woman who had been engaged, he would pay particular care.
Rather, from the point of Nicholas, from their first meeting, the two were too close. As for the beginning, his head had received a blow, but at this point they were friends, and understood that it seems he was treating her like a younger sister. When she thought about that, at the time she became engaged, he could understand it was time to stop treating her like a little sister and instead as another woman.
ãWell, Zack wonât touch you anymore, right?ã
ãThatâsâ¦â¦ã
The mumblign that spilled out was filled with more hopelessness than she thought. The reality that from here, he would never touch her again, shocked Lydia.
She knew she liked that hand that ordinarily lightly patted her head.
In one breath, the heat of her cheeks shot up in a frenzy.
Unable to just watch Lydia in a daze, Nicholas lightly poked her forehead. At Lydia who was surprised at her forehead being poked, Nicholas smiles.
ãYouâre unexpectedly foolish, you know.ã
ãFoolishâ¦â¦!?ã
ãItâs fine if itâs Lydia-sama who touches.ã
ãâ¦â¦M, me!?ã
At the unbelievable suggestion, Lydiaâs eyes go wide. Moreover, as for something like voluntarily touching him, she hadnât even done. The most she had done was grab him by the hem of his clothes.
Even trying to imagine naturally joining hands, she completely couldnât do it, and again the feverish heat came back to her cheeks.
ãTâ¦â¦ that, wouldnât it become what Zack called sekuharaâ¦â¦!?ã
At Lydiaâs question made in confusion and her corresponding panic, Nicholas replies without hesitation.
ãBecause thereâs no way Zack will dislike it, itâs fine, you know.ã [T/N: NICHOLAAAAAS]
It only applies in the situation the other person is unwillingly, Nicholas said he heard from a friend. At Lydiaâs eyes which seemed to be whirling in confusion, while thinking inwardly it as amusing, calms her down by saying thereâs no problem.
First, the amount Lydia could touch him did not amount to much. Nicholas experienced it in the past, that she wouldnât turn her gaze towards him if he directly touched her skin. Rather, this feeling is that he can poke her only with this finger.
ãâ¦â¦for Zackâs birthday, what if you do it a little bit upfront?ã
Making no progress as it was, Nicholas raised the idea of his friendâs birthday. If he didnât give the chance to begin such an action, she would always be worried.
ãYou havenât decided on a present yet, right?ã
ãUâ¦â¦ã
Lydia, who had been hit right on the bullseye, was made to be at a loss for words. What would the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice be happy to receive, as even last year when she didnât have a rough idea, this time of year greatly troubled her. If she asked the person in question directly what would be good, because the one time she asked she received an answer that was bad for her head, Lydia doesnât have alternatives.
Nicholasâ proposal is something she can do herself, and itâs something that corresponds to something only done on his birthday, so Lydia felt a sense of doubt.
ãâ¦â¦That sort of thing is fine, right?ã
ãOh my. Although you havenât done it until now, why say âthat thingâ?ã
This time, she didnât even make a sound. Lydia, who was at her witsâ end, for a moment, as if to grasp her determination, made fists with both of her hands.
ãToday, I will try to be a little upfront.ã
At Lydia who declared that and had been cheered up, Nicholas helped her persevere.
Around the conclusion of that, at Eric who looked to be sulking at having been left out, Lydia apologized and faced the garden. Then, she became confused at what she should say to the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice that they found, so Nicholas who also accompanied her greeted him first.
It seems the first move had been taken, but seeing Nicholas who easily touched the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, Lydia memorized the feeling of frustration.
ãIf Ojou and the others are happy with it, thatâs fine, you know.ã
However, with the words of the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, that much changed.
In that way, isnât it as if everything youâre doing isnât for yourself? Why does the answer to the question if he can continue his simple work become like that? He really is bad for the heart.
He isnât identifying only her by using the plural form, but even if she tries to persuade herself that by not pointing to the Ernest house that itâs not necessarily representative of her and that is strongly conceited, the beating of her heart accelerated. Becoming fraught with emotions at the reality of how he is thinking of her even at the times she isnât there, that fever reached her head and she seemed to become dizzy.
Somehow or another she makes herself stop her agitation, and when she bites her lips to endure her heartbeat, the voice from the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice startles her. In the time she wasnât listening to their talk, Eric seems to have incurred Nicholasâ wrath. Because it was evident the anger was about the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, Nicolas was rebuking Eric about recognizing who his friends are.
Although itâs inside the limits of the Ernest house, Eric resisted common people and nobles talking with each other, and even with several attempts at persuasion, they were not able to get him to understand. Even Lydia herself, until she had met the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, because she had been concerned about her social status, she didnât have a solution to the problem. However, if she can do something, she wants the three people who are planned to be her guards to understand.
Lydia reaffirms the issue from here on after, and is encouraged towards the promenadeâs bench, where the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice asks the same question as usual.
ãThen, whatâs wrong today?ã
Usually, she reports about her sister Flora, her fiance Roy, or what she became able to do better with her lessons. however, this time, being upfront with the boy who is in front of her, is her goal.
Because she declared it to Nicholas beforehand, she canât renege, so she has to tell him that sheâs here just to meet him.
ã~~if I donât have any business, I canât come?ã
She tightened her fists and the words that came out were twisted.
Moreover, she canât look directly into his face and ended up turning her head away. Instantly noticing her blunder, her inner thoughts shouted abuses at herself.
ãNo? Since Iâm happy to meet with Ojou, itâs fine.ã
Rather, the reply that exceeds what the other party wanted, causes surprise to her heart. How does he say such things so simply?
Or rather, with only asking if itâs good or bad, why does it become that kind of answer?
Because itâs excessively bad for her heart, she ended up unconsciously scolding him. But, him easily going over the efforts of other people is also bad. Nicholas, who seemed to praise Lydiaâs efforts, told her to persevere and patted her head.
ãItâ¦â¦ itâs fine if you donât look!ã
ãEven if you say that, Iâll worry.ã
ãMouuu, close your eyes!ã
Lydia, inwardly, regrets yelling at him again. Her nervousness is exceedingly winning and the room she has to honestly ask him is becoming nonexistent.
Although her social standing is higher, shouldnât he run out of patience with how her younger, charm-less self that only scolds him? Looking at him with his eyes obediently closed, she began to worry.
From here, is it only her own self-satisfaction, possibly? She worries if heâll like it, but stopping here means she wonât move forward. The boy in front of her, she has to make an effort to be even a little bit honest with him.
Taking as deep a breath as she can, she quiets down the tension and anxiety.
To be able to reach him, she kneels on top of the bench, and puts her hand on his reddish-brown hair. The red-brown hair she touched, it wasnât dry, but bathed in sunlight, itâs warm and soft. Lydia enjoys the feeling of hair that is beyond her expectations.
ãOjou?ã
Although she pats his head, when sheâs immersed in it, his eyelids open up and copper eyes look at her.
Her hand unconsciously stopped, but she couldnât pull her hand away from the soft sensation. When Lydia tries to take the offensive, she decides to tell him that this was intended to be his birthday present.
ãZ, Zack is an apprentice, but even still, he does a good job, soâ¦â¦ happy birthday, I will straightforwardly praise youâ¦â¦ã
Again, the way she said it ended up becoming twisted, but somehow or another she was able to convey the important part. For the sake of not being embarrassed, Lydia increased the rate she patted his head.
For herself, the degree of difficulty is high, so this kind of trivial act was really a gift. His reaction is scary.
ãIâm incredibly happy. Thank you, Ojou.ã
The boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, at the moment he understood her intention, smiled back, seemingly truly happy.
The sunlight filtered through the leaves in the shade of the tree increases how dazzling that radiant smile is, and Lydia had the hallucination it was like wearing warmth.
ãâ¦â¦! Itâs hard to do, so donât look this way!ã
She became relieved that he was happy about the gift he received, but didnât think he was happy with just that. At the unexpected reaction, Lydia forgets to act honestly and ended up complaining. However, with that smile that is bad for her heart facing her, the truth is itâs hard to continue patting him.
At Lydiaâs objection, the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice leaves aside his smile while obediently following what he was told, and again faces ahead and closes his eyes.
Afterwards, while reflecting on the reality that he was happy, she feels satisfied with at the sensation of the hair she patted.
ãOh my, that made you happy, didnât it?ã
On the way back from the estate, because Nicholas naturally shows a smile, Lydia becomes a little frustrated.
ãHow do you know so much about Zack?ã
Although she doesnât understand it at all, the way Nicholas has a thorough understanding is unfair.
ãMy, my, who do you think I am?ã
Implicitly showing off his position as a friend, Lydia bites her lips.
ãI donât understand!ã
At the abrupt anger in shi voice, the conversation comes to a stop. When Nicholas faces the voice that interrupted their conversation, Eric is frowning and hanging his head down. Heâs clenching both of his fists.
ãThat gardenerâs apprentice, I canât possibly think of why Lydia-sama recognizes him as a person.ã
Because he had been holding himself back, at Eric whose endurance seems to have run out, it seemed that he was no longer able to stay silent.
Nicholasâ reaction is to hit the joints of his fist, but Lydia holds him back with her hand. She wants to have her subordinates entrusted to her, and with that intention conveyed, Nicholas metaphorically sheathes his sword.
Lydia stands opposite to Eric. She remembered a sense of deja vu at the situation. With the worldly knowledge of only herself, she decided she was right, and didnât recognize anything outside of that, and her self of two years ago overlapped on top of him.
ãAm I someone that Eric would recognize as a person?ã
ãOf course, with how you are the daughter of the Ernest house that is fair and treats all neutrally, with how you are the fiance to His Highness, the first prince, you are the future queen! That I am able to work for you, to me that is a great privilege!ã
When she raises a question about herself to Eric, he raises his head that he was hanging low, and this time answered in a loud voice with excitement on his face.
The elevating compliment naturally had every title Lydia held. Certainly it was something Lydia held, but they were things others gave her, not something of herself.
ãThen, if I were not the daughter of a duke, if I were not engaged to Roy-sama, Eric would ignore me, right?ã
When Lydia lets out a forced smile, Ericâs facial expression suddenly became flustered.
ãTâ¦â¦ that isâ¦â¦!ã
The appearance of Eric being unable to say no is one of words being lost and anguish.
If he is a noble aiming to become a knight, it was likely that someday he wanted to be part of the Royal Guards. Guarding the fiance of the first prince is one shortcut. Relinquishing that would be expected to be regrettable.  [T/N: âRoyal Guardsâ is more properly âImperial Guardsâ, because of how it seems to be a kingdom rather than an empire I felt this fit better.]
Becoming amused at his docile answer, Lydia smiles a little.
ãI am not saying that itâs bad. Iâm proud to have been born into the Ernest family.ã
She was born to a loving father and mother and wanted to be someone who both of them could boast about. So, Lydia became the appropriate person. When she thinks on how Ericâs compliment that acknowledged that, sheâs happy.
Taking Lydiaâs words, Eric lets ot a sigh of reassurance.
ãNormally, like Eric, I am evaluated while keeping in mind that I am a noble, the daughter of a duke, and a member of the Ernest family.ã
Thatâs natural, but until two years ago, she had been misunderstanding the expectations of both of her parents.
ãBut, Zack is different, he judges me for myself.ã
He doesnât judge her with how sheâs the daughter of a duke, itâs Lydiaâs actions that he uses to gauge in his own way if he sees right or wrong, even praising her or scolding her. The times he compliments her are the times she puts forth her own effort, and the times he chides her are times she doesnât hold dear.
ãThanks to him, I will not lose sight of myself.ã
There is someone who comes across her and respects her for her own wishes. That is, the extent to how much he helps, he probably doesnât know.
Naturally, a smile comes on her face.
ãFor me, Zack is a person who is hard to come by. You may not immediately understand, but when you do, youâll be happy.ã
Rather than be scolded, he was smiled at, and Eric suddenly froze up at this. He understands he should nod after attempting to be persuaded by his master, but instead thereâs jealous at how itâs the reverse, that is he being protected by his master.
ãâ¦â¦but, that boy is sneaky.ã
He thinks heâs unfair. Itâs only when it regards Zack that Eric canât obediently consent.
ãWhy do you think that?ã
His master, Lydia, who tilts her head in curiosity, directly looks back at him in response. Unable to endure those eyes, Eric again bows his head.
ãItâs because, that guy, rather than me, he met Lydia-sama first and earned her trust.ã
The time he was assigned, he thought he was the only boy close to her age. If thatâs the case, certainly his master Lydia would feel a sense of trust, and had been thinking he could immediately earn her trust. However, a boy who wasnât even aiming to be a knight already earned her faith, taking the wind out of his sails.
ãHe isnât even Lydia-samaâs caretaker, heâs just some guy who touches dirt, and yet the times Lydia-sama is with him, sheâs very happy.ã
ãT, that isâ¦â¦ã
ãThatâs true.ã
Lydia became red in the face and unconsciously tried to deny it, but Nicholas who was carefully watching directly pointed it out.
ãJust because he was born two years ahead of me, heâs taller than me, and heâs always making a calm face, but at any rate that guy is sneaky!!ã
ãIn the end, I strongly agree.ã
ãEh?ã
While thinking that in his head he earned his masterâs displeasure, Eric, who hadnât been able to stop speaking out, couldnât believe he had earned an impossible agreement from Lydia, and his surprised words stopped.
Not minding Eric had frozen up, Lydia nodded.
ãI donât understand his intentions, but because Zack does what I canât calmly do, heâs unfair.ã
ãâ¦â¦E, exactly!ã
Recalling an example, Lydiaâs facial expression became a little angry. Able to sympathize with his masterâs discontentment, Eric had a glad look mixed with consent.
ãHe easily admits fault and apologizes.ã
ãHe easily praises people.ã
ãâ¦â¦you two, thatâs something to praise, you know?ã
Amazed at the contents of their complaints, Nicholas points that out to the two of them.
ãNo, itâs a problem. I canât do it, itâs unfair!ã
ãThatâs right! He says things like youâre beautiful, youâre cute, saying those things freely is strange!ã
ãAhh, is that soâ¦..ã [T/N: Nicholasâ facepalm can be heard through the text alone.]
Theyâre already doing things to their own convenience, Nicholas thought, giving up hope of correcting them. If they are thinking this about the person in question, thereâs no helping it.
ãSo, Eric.ã
ãYes.ã
ãDo you hate Zack?ã
Directly stared at by Lydia as she asks that, Eric is at a loss.
Then, he was surprised at how he didnât immediately return a reply that he hated him. There wasnât any expectation of that, and he rethought on the irritating example.
Before, the day Eric was guarding, the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice handed over handmade cookies to Lydia. Those plain things, he tried to stop her from eating, but Lydia said she wanted to eat them again and it seems she asked for them, so his request was obstructed.
In return, his master Lydia let him try them before her, and when she said that, he easily consented, and was given his portion of the bundle for three people. From the beginning, he was prepared to give each of them their portion, and when he tasted the single flat cookie, although it was a simple flavor, it was generally good. Later, in the employee waiting room, while having snacks with tea, he ended up being the first one to finish. Petra warned she wouldnât given any of hers, and Emilia scolded him for swelling up like a glutton.
Thatâs right, he was embarrassed to lose face to him. Recognizing he was an irritating existence, Eric opens his mouth.
ãâ¦â¦I donât like him. But, Iâll rethink my attitude from now on, possibly.ã [T/N: This sentence was infuriating; thereâs like 3 levels of uncertainty/denial that it was easier just to skip it.]
He hadnât even thought about how he prepared a portion for him beforehand for poison tasting. Even from now on, if he properly prepares for poison tasting, it would be good to reconsider his attitude.
ãBut, I hate that girl-like guy.ã
Holding a finger up to point, Eric declares that. Nicholas, because he protects the boy who is a gardenerâs apprentice, he opposed him very much.
ãWho are you rejecting, you stupid brat?ã
At Ericâs words, Nicholas, who popped a vein, froze up while also sweetly smiling. His vocal pitch dropped one octave, and although he was smiling, because there was an air of intimidation, Lydia interrupted to pacify him.
By all rights he should apologize to his master, but when he tried to apologize before, he had been told by Nicholas because they can settle this face to face, itâs unnecessary. Lydia really doesnât understand fellow guys very well. Because of that, in order to keep things from deteriorating, she stays.
Confirming there wonât be an argument, Lydia once again stands in front of Eric.
ãEric, I may be an imperfect master, but if you could think on Zack, I would be happy. Thank you.ã
Lydia happily smiles and when she puts her hand out, she pats the short hair on Ericâs head. At the movement of praise, Eric stares back at his master, seeming curious.
At that appearance, Lydia tilts her head in confusion.
ãWhatâs wrong?ã
ãNoâ¦â¦ itâs different from the time with that guy, it seems more easily done, I think.ã
Hearing the words from Eric that it was a honor, but also this point was also a little strange, Lydia blushed, and becoming panicked, released the hand that was patting his head.
ãTâ¦â¦ that isâ¦â¦!?ã
At how his master suddenly lost her presence of mind, Eric tilts his head to the side. Did he say something strange, maybe?
At the sight of his mysterious master, a question spilled out from Eric.
ãWhat wrong??ã
ãItâs too early for you to understand Ojou-sama.ã
ãWhat!?ã
Although they were only two years apart, he was treating him like a kid, and Eric snapped at Nicholasâ words, with Nicholas fighting back.
Although she calmed down her own agitation, Lydia, at her limits, waited a while to stop their argument.
I liked this chapter, mostly for Lydiaâs growth. It was very satisfying to see how Zack had changed her perspective on things when it came to Eric. Also, awww, that was such a sad note at the beginning when Lydia realized why Zack wasnât patting her anymore. Makes me real eager for when the otome gameâs protagonist will really come into play.
Aside from that, not a whole lot to say. Remember there will be no updates in November as I study for the JLPT. Updates resume on the week of December 11th, which would be December 16th if Iâm looking at the calendar right. Just want to build in some extra time even after the exam so I can build a little bit of a backlog, haha.
Until next time, everyone.
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