Chapter 51
The Villainess Is Shy In Receiving Affection
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On a day when only one step remained before winter deepened,
Even amidst the chilly weather, the Duke of Baldwin was personally waiting at the entrance for the postal delivery.
Upon spotting him, the postman approached with what could be considered the fastest speed in the world, quickly dismounting from the carriage and bowing deeply.
The Duke nodded in greeting, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.
âAny letters?â
Of course, there were many letters addressed to the Duke of the capital, whether personal or official.
Thus, the bundle of letters handed over by the postman was quite thick.
âIâm sorry, but again, today there are none, Your Grace.â
Even so, the postman added that âthere were no letters,â indicating the absence of a particular correspondence.
The Duke sighed deeply while receiving the bundle of letters. Among the multitude of letters, the response he was waiting for was absent.
âUnderstood. I always appreciate your hard work.â
After encouraging the postman sufficiently, the Duke returned to his office with somewhat weary steps.
The perceptive Butler Higgins served him tea, suggesting, âIt would be good for you to rest for a moment.â
The Duke slightly shook his head and sat down, sighing softly while looking at the pile of letters in front of him.
âIâm not in need of a rest to that extent. However, Iâll gladly have the tea.â
A plain white teacup was gently placed beside the Duke. He waited for the warm tea to cool a bit before calmly tilting the cup.
A gentle aroma wafted through the air. It was the tea Higgins always offered first as the season grew colder. The Duke was reminded once again that it was winter.
âAlready⦠Winter.â
The Duke swallowed the rest of his words along with the tea.
Yet, Higgins understood what he didnât say.
âItâs not quite winter yet, Your Grace. We are still at the boundary between autumn and winter.â
Is that so? Indeed, the lake hadnât even begun to freeze over, so it was too early to call it winter. Of course, it was too cold to be called autumn.
âI thought a reply would come this time. At least before the first snow.â
The Duke gently tapped the stack of letters, revealing his inner thoughts.
The butler could easily guess who the Duke was waiting for.
Jeremiah Baldwin.
The Dukeâs youngest son, who had been living away from his family in the Tower of Mages. From around the age of six until now, at the age of ten.
A typical child might have felt lonely living away from their family, but not Jeremiah. In fact, he was excited and eagerly awaited going to the Tower of Mages.
And so it has been until now.
That young child had never returned home, not even once.
Sometimes, when the Duke missed his young son and went to visit, he was not given time, sometimes not even receiving a reply, and just made to wait for hours.
Nor did he send letters to at least maintain minimal contact.
Occasionally, when the royal family required the âguardianâsâ signature for some formalities, it was the only time they contacted the Dukeâs house.
And even that was done formally, borrowing the form of an official document.
After several years of such a relationship, the Duke had come to accept one fact.
Jeremiah does not like the Duke of Baldwin, nor does he like this family.
For years he had completely refused to engage in conversation with the Duke, so there wasnât even a chance to inquire about the reason.
The Duke could only guess at the answer from his past actions.
âCould Jeremiahâs behavior beâ¦â
Related to Beatriceâs incident?
Jeremiah was a child sensitive to magic, and his mother wasâ¦
As he delved into his most painful memories, a deep ache naturally emerged from within his heart. Although it was quite painful, it was an old and familiar feeling.
âItâs better if you rest for a while.â
As Higgins cautiously suggested that the Duke take a break, a servant knocked on the office door.
A guest, who was supposed to arrive in 30 minutes, had come a bit early.
The Duke got up from his seat, saying, âThen letâs go now,â but Higgins, although it was presumptuous, blocked his way.
âThereâs no need to give up your precious rest time for someone who has come unannounced. Itâs okay to make them wait.â
âIn this world, thereâs no need for more waiting.â
The Dukeâs crisp reply, almost like a joke, left the butler at a loss for words.
***
While the Duke was meeting with the guest, Loretta sneakily went to find Ronny, avoiding Melodyâs eyes.
âWhatâs this, little one?â
Ronny tried to send Loretta, who had entered his room without even knocking, back out.
âIn the Dukeâs house, you must follow its rules. How dare you come in without knocking.â
âBut Loretta⦠came secretly.â
âSecretly?â
âYeah, itâs a wonderful secret between brother and Loretta.â
Enticed by a story that would make anyoneâs ears perk up, Ronny couldnât help but give Loretta a seat.
Since it was cold, he covered the childâs knees with a small blanket, and even shared the cookies he had been saving, cutting them in half.
Unaware of how precious the snack cookies were, Loretta quickly crunched and devoured them.
âHow can you munch and crunch like that!â
With a look of dismay, Ronny had no choice but to hand over all the remaining cookies to Loretta.
âEat them slowly. Bit by bit, melting them in milk.â
He gently tilted the warm milk to Lorettaâs lips.
âHow is it, isnât it tastier this way?â
âYeah, Ronny brother is a genius!â
The small child raised her thumb high in praise, and he quickly lifted his chin a bit.
In truth, he thought the term âgeniusâ was more fitting for his brother Claude, or his younger brother Jeremiah.
âSo, whatâs this secret you want to tell this genius brother?â
Ronny put down the milk glass and quickly asked about Lorettaâs matter. He tried to imitate being a âcool brother,â brimming with solemnity.
âI have one.â
Loretta, with cookie crumbs around her mouth, clasped her hands together.
âLorettaâs life is tough.â
âWhat?! Is some strange maid bothering you again?!â
Ronny quickly grabbed Lorettaâs small hands, recalling an incident that had happened before.
âMmhm.â
Then the child quickly shook her head.
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Again, Loretta shook her head.
Ronny was starting to get worried. What could possibly make such a young sisterâs life so tough?
âWhatâs wrong? Tell me quickly.â
He dropped all pretense of the âgenius brotherâ solemnity he had been displaying just moments ago and became earnest.
âWell, itâsâ¦â
Loretta swallowed another mouthful of cookie and milk before confessing her dilemma honestly.
âI have nowhere to hide.â
âWhat?â
âLoretta is playing hide-and-seek with Melody, but thereâs nowhere to hide, so life is tough.â
Are you kidding me?
Ronny wanted to ask that. But seeing Lorettaâs earnest expression, it seemed like a genuinely serious concern for her.
âLoretta hides really well, but Melody finds me right away.â
That makes sense, Ronny nodded.
He had played hide-and-seek with Loretta before, and it was so simple it was hardly a challenge.
This little child couldnât manage to hide her whole body, always leaving the hem of her long dress or the brim of her hat sticking out.
âSo, you came to this brother for that reason?â
âYeah, because Ronny brother is a genius!â
Ronny couldnât help but chuckle, feeling a tickle in his heart at Lorettaâs story.
It was somewhat touching that she thought of him first in a difficult situation.
âI have no choice.â
He jumped to his feet.
âThough this brother is busy with his studies, Iâll help you for a moment. How much time do we have left to hide?â
At his question, Loretta pulled out a pocket watch she had been keeping in her pocket.
It belonged to Butler Higgins, apparently borrowed for a brief period for the childrenâs game of hide-and-seek.
âWhen the long hand reaches here, Melody will start looking for Loretta.â
30 minutes for the search to begin, it seems.
That meant they had less than 3 minutes left. Ronny regretted wasting time eating cookies.
âQuickly get up!â
Ronny grabbed Lorettaâs hand and flung open the door to his room.
âThis genius brother will take you to a place where no one can find you!â
Loretta looked at him with admiring eyes, making Ronny feel as if his shoulders had risen high into the sky.
The children passed through the corridor and hurried down the stairs, heading outside the mansion.
The cold wind bothered them slightly since they had come out without coats.
But by now, Melody would have started her search, so Ronny hurriedly led them to the back of the mansion.
There, a line of carriages of various sizes used by the Dukeâs family was parked.
Ronny stopped in front of the smallest carriage.
âListen carefully, Loretta.â
He opened the carriage door, lifted Loretta in his arms, and gently placed her inside.
âIf you stay quiet here, Melody will never be able to find you.â
The child, seemingly a little frightened by the unfamiliar carriage, widened her eyes and looked around apprehensively.
âIf youâre scared of this, you wonât make a fine noble child of the capital.â
He laid it on thick, ensuring that Loretta wouldnât say she didnât like it here.
âNo matter how scared you are, you must bear it and wait crouched down below the window. Remember, patience is a virtue of the capitalâs nobility.â
His words sounded quite convincing, so Loretta slowly nodded her head. After all, she was also aspiring to become a âfine noble child of the capital.â
âMhm.â
âCan you do it?â
Ronny said, âAnd just in case,â as he took off his thin jacket and wrapped it around Lorettaâs shoulders.
Of course, that was a gesture befitting a cultured noble child of the capital. Although it seemed Loretta was unaware of that fact.