Chapter 181 – Dead Poets Society (5)
– I remember the farm where we whispered our love together…
You roamed the garden like a roe deer…
The beauty is making my heart thump… The thrilling memories of the picnic that day
As a reminder, I am sending this gift to Lady Rosalyn Yuba…
“Fuck really, I’m not a father in appearance, but I was a father in what I do.”
Upon returning to the inn, my coachman and I checked one more present. It was clear which one was Robin’s gift. From the beginning, the name was ‘Rosalyn Yuba’, so it was natural. The lord of the Delmon estate gave it as a gift to ‘Matilda’. Why the fuck did n’t that son of a lord put his name on the gift?
“They are flowers.”
Inside the box was a wreath made of flowers that can be found here and there in the Peta Manor. You can feel the expert’s elaborate workmanship, and the ‘custom-made’ that Robin said seemed to be referring to this. A magic circle was drawn on the box. The coachman recognized the magic circle and opened her mouth.
“This is a preservation magic circle. I’ve seen it a few times because it’s essential for long-distance delivery. In the north, the distance between the villages was far, so it was an essential magic.”
“Looks like you asked Miss Sonia Yaiban.”
“It seems so. Aren’t you a bit surprised anyway? A corolla made of flowers, of course I thought you would send something like smoked pork or dried fruit.”
“It is not good to have prejudice against people. Coachman.”
As I said it, I felt a little sorry for Robin. Rather, it was because I thought sending lingerie was more appropriate for my ‘Robin’s sensibility’. I said, holding the corolla as a box and looking around.
“It would be better to give this to Lady Rosalyn Yuba, too, right? I made it too well not to send it.”
“That sounds good. I don’t know how nobles like it, but I think Lady Rosalyn Yuba will be happy with such a beautiful crown.”
It may be that I like things like this because I have a rural sensibility, but the corolla was a really sophisticated and neat piece. It was unknown whether it was Robin’s aesthetic sense in picking the flowers or the craftsmanship of the craftsman who made them to order.
“I’ll throw away the letter anyway.”
“I think that’s good too. I don’t mean to disparage Captain Robin’s penmanship, but…”
“Yes?”
Even if I could tolerate anything else, I couldn’t stand ‘Kungkang Snow Crab’. Sending a letter like this with Hwagwan was more like sexual harassment than a gift. I burned the letter, put only the corolla in the box, and headed back to Rosalind Yuba’s mansion. Tired of the way back and forth from the inn, the horses began to walk, shuffling their hooves.
“By the way, Lord.”
“Why is that? Coachman. Are you tired?”
“No. Well, if the present we are carrying right now is originally a gift from the knight commander, isn’t the one that Lady Rosaline Yuba received from the lord of Delmon Territory?”
“Yes?”
“Didn’t you say you would give it to a child like a daughter at the academy?”
“Is it?”
“That… I mean, uh, is that common among nobles? Gifting something like that to a child like a daughter…”
The coachman had recently witnessed a lot of things that went against his common sense his, so he chose his words his as if he was worried about how to express them to me so as not to get caught. I could sense that she was trying hard not to commit a word of rudeness. I thought deeply and looked up.
“No, I said she was like a daughter. Didn’t you say you were a child? She may be a bit of a young woman. The academy also has university courses.”
It was bad to doubt people. Lord Delmon was quite old, so it would not be unreasonable for a woman he thought of as his daughter his to be in her twenties. She had college courses at the academy, and Lord Delmon might have just been embarrassed by the fact that she was going on a lewd date with a girl much younger than him.
Could she be surprisingly naive? The letter sent with the lingerie was overflowing with very dirty sensibility in a way, but in a way it was a phrase that could be accepted as passionate like Lady Rosalyn Yuba. How people see differently depending on what they see. It wasn’t good to be too suspicious.
We returned to the mansion just an hour after we stepped out of the Rosalyn family’s mansion. The manor housekeeper looked bewildered when we returned. I opened the carriage window and looked around. It was awkward to say that I gave the wrong gift. I said to the gatekeeper.
“Could you please call Lady Rosalind Yuba? I have something to tell you about the gift.”
If Robin gave me a fucking present, I was going to just make up for it with that, but I had no choice but to give it because there was more sincerity than I thought. I felt sorry for Rosalind Yuba, who must have been moved by Robin’s passion, but that gift definitely had an owner. When the guards went back into the mansion, I felt my blood run dry. I couldn’t fathom how much Lady Rosalyn Yuba would look at me like an idiot if she heard that I had given her a gift by mistake.
“You will be fine.”
The coachman comforted me.
“Yes. I am not worried.”
I raised my head to appear dignified in front of the coachman and said: I don’t know if the coachman took my words to heart, but he offered no more words of consolation. The door opened again and Lady Rosalind Yuba came running with a smile on her face.
“Lady Rosalind Yuba, that…”
“Really! Robin is such a wonderful person! Did you see the writing on the ring? ‘You and me forever!’ Isn’t it so cool? As for the clothes… Well, I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it because there’s no clothes that fit me anyway. I was so moved by this ring alone. Lord Lucius. I really think I did well in deciding to marry Mr. Robin!”
Lady Rosalind Yuba didn’t even give me a chance to speak and started pouring out words like a waterfall. I was drowned in a flood of joy and could only stutter. I stared at the coachman in a cold sweat. The coachman also shook her head. How the fuck do you do this? What should I do?
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“Yes. Could you match a ring for me? Please write the phrase ‘you and me forever’. The outside is gold, and the jewelry is… What is it? What’s the cheapest here? Is it jade? Yes .Then just put it in jade.It will be good for your health.”
Sick bastard. I’m sick In the end, I put more crowns on Rosalyn Yuba, who was smiling happily, and came out. And now I came to the jewelry store and was getting a ring tailored. Anyway, I had to match the present. I didn’t even know what the relationship between the lord and Matilda was, but if I just ate the gift, I couldn’t handle it. While I was ordering a ring, the coachman entered the jewelry store with his head bowed. I asked.
“Coachman. Did you buy that?”
“Yes. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”
While I set my jewelry ring, the coachman bought lingerie. I don’t know if I like the lingerie sold in the capital, but I couldn’t help it. The fucking bill is going to fly to my estate, what the hell is Eve thinking when she sees the lingerie and ring stamped on it?
It’s a shame. It was so fucking embarrassing. Later, having to explain this situation to Eve and Sieri, the future sucked. I said.
“Also, I want to order more rings, but I’m trying to make a total of three. They all have the same design, but one is ‘You know I love you, right? Please write ‘Eve’, ‘My Angel Sieri’ on one, and ‘Lucius’ on the other. Ah yes. I have two wives.”
So I had to order more rings. If I give you a ring, you’ll know I bought it as a gift. This was much better than telling me that I bought a new Rosalyn Yuba gift because it was given to me by mistake. It should be said that she wore lingerie and played with prostitutes in the capital city. If you tell her that she gave it to an academy girl, she might scream like real vampires from Van Helsing.
He said that he could pick up the ‘you and me forever’ ring, which he ordered first, the next day, and that the rest of the rings would take five days because he had to put a lot of effort into it. Even if I roughly calculated it, it was enough to pack it and go back around the end of the daily teacher. After completing the order for the ring, the driver and I were able to return to our lodgings. I thought of the original packaging form again, wrapped it beautifully, and put a note on it. Holding a pen, I asked the coachman.
“Do you remember what was written on the note?”
“‘Wear this and think of me. Our cutie.’”
“Okay. Then I will write it down like that.”
Finished the gift again. I threw down my pen and crawled into bed. The coachman also walked away to his shelter and disappeared. Lying on the bed, please pray that the gift will please her girl named Matilda. But how old is she Matilda? It’s a character that doesn’t appear in the original work, but is it about 20 years old?
The next morning. I headed to the academy with my coachman. I went to a jewelry store and brought a ring. The ring was packaged separately and beautifully. It was a different feeling from what Lord Delmon was trying to give, but I couldn’t help it.
Capital Academy. A building that is a symbol of kingdom knowledge and houses school uniforms. Today was not a school day, but I came with the intention of giving a gift to Matilda as well as a field trip. The academy was bustling with students moving back and forth from the dormitories. On the way to the classroom, dark male students were moving energetically. A few in school uniforms were walking around holding bags and swinging each other around, carrying bags while playing rock-paper-scissors, or chatting. If it were not for the solemn-looking servants sticking close to them, it could be said that it was no different from the elementary school scene in the previous life.
The entry and exit of the wagon was controlled until the students on their way to school had passed. The guard saw me and tried to lead my wagon toward the boys’ school. I stopped him and said
“Guards. Excuse me, can I go to the girls’ school? You don’t have to go in, I just want to give you a gift.”
“What gift is it? I will send it to you.”
“It’s a gift from the lord of the Delmon estate, but I don’t know what’s inside.”
I felt like I would be kicked out of here if I said I was sending lingerie to the academy girls’ school, so I pretended not to. The guard asked.
“Who can I tell it to?”
“Matilda. They say.”
“Matilda? Ah, you mean Matilda from High School. This time she skipped a grade in middle school.”
“What a fucking criminal bastard!”
The guards were started.
