I Raised an Obsessive Servant - Chapter 56
Rationally speaking, Betsy was right about that. Yurina also tried to explain it by saying that Reynard had been very busy for the past few weeks.
But on the other hand, Yurina also thought that there was an oddity in his silence.
Yurina knew him well enough to be proud to say that she knew Raynard better than anyone in the world. Even if Reynard had been busy, he would have stopped for a moment and sent her a message, even if it was a one-line note saying ‘letter will be later because I’m busy.’
Moreover, when Yurina visited the Cron Kingdom, he threw everything aside and met her right at the border.
Yurina herself would prefer to think that it was all about banal employment. But in her heart she knew it wasn’t. Therefore, her thoughts continued to go to the dark side.
“You didn’t get sick, did you?” Betsy whispered softly as she looked at Yurina, who set down her full cup of tea.
“If you’re so worried, why not send the letter again? The last time you wrote a letter, you didn’t even send it.”
“I’ll be even worse if I don’t get an answer.”
“But the tournament is coming soon. If you go to the mountains, you’ll have nowhere to send a letter. You wove Raynard’s handkerchief, didn’t you? How about sending it in advance?”
Yurina pounded on the table and was lost in thought. But soon her fears gone. Because Betsy’s words were quite reasonable.
Soon she leaves for a villa in the Jenus mountains. Looks like she’ll be there for about a month.
“I haven’t received a response, but I think I’ll be busy for a while, so I can send him a letter in advance.”
She made a great excuse.
Yurina beckoned to Betsy with a nonchalant look.
“Put away the cups, bring me writing supplies.”
Betsy cleared the table, smiling all the time.
How are you? I don’t receive letters, so I’m worried about what’s going on. It happens for the first time that you don’t send me news for such a long time.
A few days ago, I was at a tea party wearing your gloves, and the other noblewomen showed great interest in them. Perhaps thanks to your gift, the gloves of Cron Kingdom will become fashionable among high society. It would be great to follow this trend in the future.
I’d like to ask you a question about fashion, but I know what a dark forest means to you. You couldn’t even tell coral from scarlet and turquoise from cyan. And don’t say you’re better at it now. In my opinion, nothing is better.
I think I won’t be in the capital for some time, so I’m writing you a letter before your answer to the previous one comes. In a few days I’m going to the villa in order to participate in the upcoming hunting competitions.
Did you even know that a hunting tournament is held every spring in the empire? Do you remember? If so, then you should know that there is a tradition of giving handkerchiefs, telling the knights to return alive.
So far, I couldn’t even come close to such a tournament, because it was dangerous, but this time I’m participating instead of my mother. Thanks to this gift of fate, I spent the last weeks sewing handkerchiefs for my brothers.
And while I’ve been suffering over those few handkerchiefs, I haven’t forgotten about you either. Your handkerchief will be in the parcel along with the letter.
Perhaps when you read this, I will cheer for my brothers on the hunt. My brothers’ hunting skills are so good that they are called one of the best in the Empire, so I believe that this time we will return in triumph. And that makes me even more responsible.
I’ll send you news after I’m done with this tournament and come back.
15th day of the month, 473 years were overgrown, Yurina.
P.S. I turned inside out while embroidering that handkerchief. So don’t you dare to lose it. When you return from the academy, I will definitely check. If you lose it, be prepared for the fact that you won’t be allowed to step into the mansion.]
Yurina wrote the letter without pauses and then skimmed through the contents.
‘It doesn’t looks bad.’
The content didn’t seem to be tacky…and the rounded handwriting looked neat.
Satisfied, Yurina sealed the letter with wax. As a matter of course, she took the perfume from Betsy’s hands and sprayed it on the back of the envelope.
Yurina handed over the letter to Betsy for a while and then went to the closet. From within, she took out a folded handkerchief, looked again at her embroidery, and frowned.
Betsy followed her, laughing and grumbling:
“Milady, if you frown like that, you will get wrinkles.”
“I don’t like it.”
A yellow flower embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief, and the name ‘Reynard’ in brown underneath. As mentioned in the letter, the work was painstaking. Before the embroidery felt solid.
Why do the petals look crooked? Why does the embroidery with Reynard’s name look like it did when he first started learning to write?
This didn’t mean that Yurina had mediocre skills.
She was nimble enough to receive compliments from her usually prim teacher:
“Lady Carthia is the most experienced of the students I have trained.”
And Yurina objectively knew that her hand was proficient in this.
But, oddly enough, now she became dissatisfied with the future gift to Reynard. The handkerchiefs for the brothers and father were fine, but this one was not.
Yurina stared at the embroidery for a long time and frowned. Then Betsy quickly clapped her hands and babbled.
“Wow! What a beautiful handkerchief!”
“Yes? And I don’t like it.”
“Ah, aren’t you being overmodest? I’m sure Reynard will like it too.” Betsy looked around to make sure no one was around, and then whispered: “And this is our secret, but I think that this one turned out much more beautiful than the handkerchiefs for the four Masters.”
It would be impolite to say such a thing, but Betsy was trying to cheer up Yurina like this. Yurina smiled and handed her a handkerchief.
“Send it with the gift I bought last time. Put everything so that the handkerchief doesn’t fall out.”
“I’ll do it!”
Betsy shot out of the room faster than ever, as if she was afraid that Yurina’s mind would change.
Yurina shook her head, looking at her back.
‘I just hope Reynard doesn’t laugh at this creation.’
Preparations for the tournament were in full swing. Three brothers, direct participants, should once again become more adept at hunting. Yurina, on the other hand, was preparing for something else.
The tournament was a place where all sorts of nobles would gather, and talk about this event would go on for a long time.
Yurina really wanted to prepare in order to leave a good impression and not be underestimated by others.
Days turned into nights, and time flew by so quickly that the opening date of the tournament came close. Even today, Carthia estate was busy preparing to leave.
“Milady, leave this to us. You need to sleep.”
Betsy gently pulled Yurina’s hand, who was now watching the carriage being loaded.
“Everything will be okay?”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do. Where can I find someone as skilled as Betsy?”
“Alright then, hurry up and rest.”
Yurina walked into the room, pretending to give up under Betsy’s insistence. So she entered the room, smiled at the welcoming servants, went to the chest of drawers and opened the drawer.
Reynard’s letter lay in plain sight. Yurina, who picked up the letter as usual, closed the drawer and turned away from it somewhat nervously.
Now her attention was drawn to a wreath of yellow flowers hanging on the wall. This is the same wreath that Reynard wove for her in the Cron Kingdom. How powerful was his magic if the flowers were fresh, like they were cut that very morning?
Not long ago, Yurina felt better just by touching this wreath and smelling the flowers. Now she hated the wreath.
And her anger didn’t stop at the wreath. Everywhere she looked, the whole room was full of Reynard’s prints. As soon as he went to the academy, he sent her first a doll, then a hat, a fan, and so on.
Previously, when Yurina looked at those gifts that filled the room, she could even forget about his absence and laugh happily.
Now everything was different.
Things that used to be funny now annoyed her.
‘But why am I…’
Meanwhile, Reynard hasn’t received the letter. The letter wouldn’t even have crossed the border yet. If she leaves for the mountains without receiving his answer, she will not receive it for at least a month.
And this is with condition that he wants to write to her.
Yurina clenched her fists to rein in her mixed feelings that were shaking her from the inside.
‘I know you’re busy.’
Yurina sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands. She was even more upset because she didn’t know why she would be so nervous and annoyed.
‘We have been exchanging letters every month for more than seven years. I don’t know what the hell it is, but this thought has been in my head all day.’
‘Why, why, why, why the hell? What is it all about?’
‘I am annoyed by Reynard, from whom there was no news, but more than that, I’m mad at myself, and at my worries, to which there is no end in sight.’