Chapter 14:
Editor: Cherish
I was given three days of paid leave.
I spent the first day in a family meeting.
Or should I say, reconnecting the bond of being a mother and daughter while discussing?
Let’s just say that since we are both adults (or rather, since I am now an adult) the conversation was very calm.
The fact that the meeting took place in Father’s study while he was out of the house makes me cry, though!
The father I remembered was the kind of man I thought was a bit of a “good guy” who was a bit hard to attract, who liked to water the flower beds from time to time and gave me the subtle consolation that even if I didn’t look good, someone would see something in me.
Would such a man ever take up gambling? He was a stern guy, and as far as I’m concerned, he had no such interests.
Either he was forced to do so, or he genuinely finds gambling interesting.
Either way, the only person who could have helped him do so is the Talbot Trading company, who lent him the money he lacked at the gambling den.
It’s not like I don’t think they’ll take me seriously if I’m foolish enough to go toe to toe with them, and I don’t think it’s naive to think that I can win with my word against the merchants of the sea and mountains.
On this day, my stepmother, my brother and I sat around the dining table.
There was still no word on how Father was doing.
Second day.
On this day, I wrote the letter.
There were three letters.
The first was to tell His Royal Highness that I would like to meet with the son of the Lysil Chamber of Commerce who was willing to help me. I didn’t think it would be rude to ask the Crown Prince, who had told me to do so, to meet with him in person.
Next, the Jenda Trading Company. This is actually the birthplace of Primera’s mother. They have no ambition to become a royal warrant or anything like that, but they’re just people who care about their community. They are very sincere people. In fact, for various reasons, one of my senior maidservants in the service of Your Highness retired and is now working here. I am acquainted with the parents of the Lady’s entourage and have been secretly telling them of Primera-sama’s progress. I noted that I will be visiting here soon as well.
And finally.
To Mrs. Bianca, the wife of His Excellency the Prime Minister of this country.
His Majesty has just limited the teachers of Primera-sama to be women, and he has requested for her to learn the etiquette of the school.
She is a very pleasant and beautiful person, and she and her husband have a sweet tooth.
He was so kind as to speak to me, even to a maid, that I wrote him a note of my desire to consult with him and sealed him with wax.
In both cases, as the eldest daughter of the Viscount Vandeid family.
But I did ask for a reply to be sent to my own room in the royal castle, though! I’d likely receive an answer after my paid leave.
I was able to have a conversation with my stepmother, although I was still a little jittery with her.
My brother had a smiling face.
I stroked him, thinking what an angel he was, and he said, “I’m already 15!” I’m sorry. I don’t think so.
Father didn’t come home again today. I hope he’s okay.
The third day.
I’m not going to imitate riding around with cavalry like I did last time. We were given a direct carriage to ride in. I know it costs a lot of money, but the travel time is so much faster than the ride carriage!
I mean, I wonder if Father could ride a dragon…? If I recall, even riding would have been difficult, but I’ve heard that His Royal Highness left with a mounted dragon. I’m sure that must have been the case.
Anyway, I needed more time to get back to the castle, so I left my parents’ house, promising to contact them again soon.
Those three days I made up my mind that from now on, I would go home every so often. It’s been intense.
I returned to the castle and immediately returned to my assigned room in the royal castle.
My colleagues, or rather, my chambermaids and maids, expressed their relief at my return.
When I went to greet Primera-sama immediately, she was very, very worried.
“I’m glad to see that Miss Julia is safe, even though I did hear a lot about you, I was worried. I really was! I guess you might have needed more time to talk to your family but I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
No such thing!
The way she squeezes her dress with a disheveled expression!
You look like you’re about to cry, as if you’re expecting to be scolded!
Aaaaaaahhhh, my princess is still so cute!
Anyway, I wonder what that royal brother’s highness said to Primera-sama…
Anyway, I still have some more problems at home, but I have no intention of resigning my position as maidservant. When I announced clearly that I wanted to continue serving her, her face changed from crying to a big smile and she said, “I’m so glad!
It was good on my part.
“But then, Julia, what are you going to do?”
I’d decided to ask for a little help. I don’t know what they’ll say, but I’m not going to push them into anything.
“Well … I contacted the Duchess Bianca.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, I’m sure Lady Bianca will have some good ideas for you. If she’s willing to help us, I’m sure the Prime Minister will be able to help us too.”
“I hope so,”
To be honest, I like Lady Bianca, but I’m not so good with His Highness the Prime Minister.
After all, he was quite like a raccoon inside, just like a politician.
He’s a very handsome, nice middle man, though.
The Prime Minister is the head of one of the three dukes in this country, the Trimmel family.
He was not born to his position like the Queen, but… well… as a vizier, he is very fair, but when you think of him as a friend and acquaintance, he is very selective.
His love of dolce is already amazing. He’s got three pastry chefs in his house, and they’re working at full capacity!
I’ve received many compliments on the fact that I am the originator of the chiffon cake.
Yes, I don’t think anyone else has ever given me that kind of compliment before or since.
Or rather, I got the impression that he was the one who praised the chiffon cake.
“Oh, you know what, Julia!”
“Yes?”
“I’ve already paid someone off.”
“Yes, well, goodbye.”
Primera-sama’s cheeks puffed out with a blush on her face.
“Mmm, gyakka.”
But when I stared straight back at her, with my face about to collapse into a smile, wondering what she was looking for, she spread her arms wide open.
“I’m home, won’t you give me a hug?”
“Of course, I’d hug you even if you didn’t say that!”
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty!
I’m so proud of her! I’m working for her!
It’s a shame that Their Majesties don’t know about this kind of cuteness. Heh, yuck!
Oops, that was a mouthful!
…I wonder if the Crown Prince knows about this?
No, if it’s about Lady Primera, I know her best…!
Chapter 14:
Editor: Cherish
I was given three days of paid leave.
I spent the first day in a family meeting.
Or should I say, reconnecting the bond of being a mother and daughter while discussing?
Let’s just say that since we are both adults (or rather, since I am now an adult) the conversation was very calm.
The fact that the meeting took place in Father’s study while he was out of the house makes me cry, though!
The father I remembered was the kind of man I thought was a bit of a “good guy” who was a bit hard to attract, who liked to water the flower beds from time to time and gave me the subtle consolation that even if I didn’t look good, someone would see something in me.
Would such a man ever take up gambling? He was a stern guy, and as far as I’m concerned, he had no such interests.
Either he was forced to do so, or he genuinely finds gambling interesting.
Either way, the only person who could have helped him do so is the Talbot Trading company, who lent him the money he lacked at the gambling den.
It’s not like I don’t think they’ll take me seriously if I’m foolish enough to go toe to toe with them, and I don’t think it’s naive to think that I can win with my word against the merchants of the sea and mountains.
On this day, my stepmother, my brother and I sat around the dining table.
There was still no word on how Father was doing.
Second day.
On this day, I wrote the letter.
There were three letters.
The first was to tell His Royal Highness that I would like to meet with the son of the Lysil Chamber of Commerce who was willing to help me. I didn’t think it would be rude to ask the Crown Prince, who had told me to do so, to meet with him in person.
Next, the Jenda Trading Company. This is actually the birthplace of Primera’s mother. They have no ambition to become a royal warrant or anything like that, but they’re just people who care about their community. They are very sincere people. In fact, for various reasons, one of my senior maidservants in the service of Your Highness retired and is now working here. I am acquainted with the parents of the Lady’s entourage and have been secretly telling them of Primera-sama’s progress. I noted that I will be visiting here soon as well.
And finally.
To Mrs. Bianca, the wife of His Excellency the Prime Minister of this country.
His Majesty has just limited the teachers of Primera-sama to be women, and he has requested for her to learn the etiquette of the school.
She is a very pleasant and beautiful person, and she and her husband have a sweet tooth.
He was so kind as to speak to me, even to a maid, that I wrote him a note of my desire to consult with him and sealed him with wax.
In both cases, as the eldest daughter of the Viscount Vandeid family.
But I did ask for a reply to be sent to my own room in the royal castle, though! I’d likely receive an answer after my paid leave.
I was able to have a conversation with my stepmother, although I was still a little jittery with her.
My brother had a smiling face.
I stroked him, thinking what an angel he was, and he said, “I’m already 15!” I’m sorry. I don’t think so.
Father didn’t come home again today. I hope he’s okay.
The third day.
I’m not going to imitate riding around with cavalry like I did last time. We were given a direct carriage to ride in. I know it costs a lot of money, but the travel time is so much faster than the ride carriage!
I mean, I wonder if Father could ride a dragon…? If I recall, even riding would have been difficult, but I’ve heard that His Royal Highness left with a mounted dragon. I’m sure that must have been the case.
Anyway, I needed more time to get back to the castle, so I left my parents’ house, promising to contact them again soon.
Those three days I made up my mind that from now on, I would go home every so often. It’s been intense.
I returned to the castle and immediately returned to my assigned room in the royal castle.
My colleagues, or rather, my chambermaids and maids, expressed their relief at my return.
When I went to greet Primera-sama immediately, she was very, very worried.
“I’m glad to see that Miss Julia is safe, even though I did hear a lot about you, I was worried. I really was! I guess you might have needed more time to talk to your family but I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
No such thing!
The way she squeezes her dress with a disheveled expression!
You look like you’re about to cry, as if you’re expecting to be scolded!
Aaaaaaahhhh, my princess is still so cute!
Anyway, I wonder what that royal brother’s highness said to Primera-sama…
Anyway, I still have some more problems at home, but I have no intention of resigning my position as maidservant. When I announced clearly that I wanted to continue serving her, her face changed from crying to a big smile and she said, “I’m so glad!
It was good on my part.
“But then, Julia, what are you going to do?”
I’d decided to ask for a little help. I don’t know what they’ll say, but I’m not going to push them into anything.
“Well … I contacted the Duchess Bianca.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, I’m sure Lady Bianca will have some good ideas for you. If she’s willing to help us, I’m sure the Prime Minister will be able to help us too.”
“I hope so,”
To be honest, I like Lady Bianca, but I’m not so good with His Highness the Prime Minister.
After all, he was quite like a raccoon inside, just like a politician.
He’s a very handsome, nice middle man, though.
The Prime Minister is the head of one of the three dukes in this country, the Trimmel family.
He was not born to his position like the Queen, but… well… as a vizier, he is very fair, but when you think of him as a friend and acquaintance, he is very selective.
His love of dolce is already amazing. He’s got three pastry chefs in his house, and they’re working at full capacity!
I’ve received many compliments on the fact that I am the originator of the chiffon cake.
Yes, I don’t think anyone else has ever given me that kind of compliment before or since.
Or rather, I got the impression that he was the one who praised the chiffon cake.
“Oh, you know what, Julia!”
“Yes?”
“I’ve already paid someone off.”
“Yes, well, goodbye.”
Primera-sama’s cheeks puffed out with a blush on her face.
“Mmm, gyakka.”
But when I stared straight back at her, with my face about to collapse into a smile, wondering what she was looking for, she spread her arms wide open.
“I’m home, won’t you give me a hug?”
“Of course, I’d hug you even if you didn’t say that!”
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty!
I’m so proud of her! I’m working for her!
It’s a shame that Their Majesties don’t know about this kind of cuteness. Heh, yuck!
Oops, that was a mouthful!
…I wonder if the Crown Prince knows about this?
No, if it’s about Lady Primera, I know her best…!
