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Chapter 33 < — Damian — > (4)


TN: I was about to ship it then I remembered the age difference *cough*. You’ll understand when you read.


Anna returned from her outing with her hands full of books tied up in a string. These days, she’d been working on finding a cure for the Duchess.


She’d combed through the bookstore and collected all the books related to medicinal herbs and asked the owner of the bookstore to definitely contact her whenever a related book came in.


As Anna walked through the castle gates and entered the castle, she saw Dorothy, a middle-aged woman that she was usually close to, some distance away.


She wanted to raise her voice and greet her but because Dorothy was holding onto a man and acting fussy as she subserviently bowed her waist, she just watched blankly.


‘Just looking at his attire, he doesn’t seem like someone in a high position…’


When they separated, Anna approached Dorothy.


“Who was that? Seems like someone I’m seeing for the first time.”


“The first time? Well, He is indeed someone full of wanderlust. He’s the Duke’s doctor.”


“The Duke’s doctor? Why have I never seen such a person?”


“You haven’t stayed long in the castle. We didn’t hear any news from him for a few years then he returned, stayed for a few days and left again. This time, he’s stayed for almost two or three months. I don’t know when he’ll be leaving again.”


“Is it okay for a doctor to just leave like that?”


“Because our Duke is such a strong person, he doesn’t really need a doctor. It’s often joked that the most idle person here is the Duke’s doctor. But there is no one here that doubts his ability after all, our youngest had almost died but lived thanks to him.”


Even though Anna was having a conversation, she kept glancing in the direction Philip had disappeared in.


The next day, Anna went to find Philip at his residence. It was wooden house nestled at the corner of the outer walls. There was thick tree near the house making it seem even more remote.


A primary physician should be able to arrive as early as possible if there was an emergency which was why Anna stayed inside of the castle.


Although it was said that he was the Duke’s primary doctor, he always left his position to go on vacations, never looked for the Duke, and his residence was far away.


Somehow, there seemed to be an inside story to all of it. Just in time, Anna finally found Philip sitting on a chair in the backyard.


“Hello, Sir Philip. I am Anna, the Duchess’ doctor. I heard the Duke’s doctor was around so I came meet you and at the same time, give my greetings.”


The old man with a somewhat odd air around him watched Anna slowly, as though he were searching her face, then displayed a good natured smile.


“Nice to meet you. You can just call me Philip.”


“For me too, just call me Anna.”


“You’re a precious guest, come in. I will bring out some tea.”


Philip’s friendly response caused Anna’s heart that was little nervous to relax and she followed him inside the house.


They drank tea, exchanged a few meaningless pleasantries and after a few words, the conversation became increasingly more about topics related to medicine.


Because they were both doctors, it was a common topic that they could talk about for even a whole day. During the conversation they had, Anna admired two things.


Philip’s polite and elegant attitude and his medical knowledge. It was an occasion where the occupation of a doctor and the status of a noble Baron were impeccable.


Although, as a doctor, Anna was more focused on Philip’s medical knowledge.


‘This person is skilled.’


Anna couldn’t keep up with Philip’s intelligence. Doctors usually have a unique treatment method that only themselves know about or have some understanding concerning diseases but when Philip began to speak, there was nothing he didn’t know.


Or rather, he would even suggest an easier treatment method.


‘If it’s him… he might know about her Grace’s symptoms.’


From the start, Anna’s original purpose was to seek advice regarding the Duchess’ symptoms. However, unlike the general sicknesses, her Grace’s symptoms were a personal secret.


It continuously bothered her conscience as a doctor because a patient’s secret must strictly be protected.


환자의 비밀을 엄수해야 한다는 의사의 양심이 자꾸 걸렸다


Even if they were doctors that worked in the same place, she couldn’t readily talk about the symptoms.


And if Anna looked at another patient, she was still the primary doctor of the Duchess. It wasn’t something that she could just close her eyes and deny.


Anna eventually decided on just studying as much medical books as she could then departed from Philip’s residence.


As Anna was returning from meeting Philip, she was summoned by Jerome.


“I called you because I have something to say. It seems you met Sir Philip today.” (Jerome)


“I…Are you monitoring me?”


“Ah, don’t misunderstand. The one under surveillance isn’t you, Anna but Sir Philip.”


In the past, the Duke had appeared quite displeased when he’d heard of Sir Philip living within the castle. It was very rare for his master to reveal his feelings.


Jerome didn’t know the details but he could tell that there was something so Jerome placed more eyes around Philip to watch him closely.


Jerome’s tight surveillance started some time ago, from the moment Philip arrived at the city of Roam. But Jerome did not know that there was another set of eyes monitoring Philip.


They were hidden guards at Damian’s side and one of their missions was to block Philip from approaching Damian. Because Damian had returned to Roam, Philip was now under double monitoring.


“I’m not saying that you cannot meet. You also don’t have to say what you’ve talked about. But you cannot allow Sir Philip meet her Grace or mention him to her. I have been instructed to not allow her Grace to learn of Sir Philip’s existence.” (Jerome)


Anna wanted to ask why. There was many things about this that she couldn’t understand but Anna was just a doctor. If the ones above say so, she had to follow.


“If you don’t mind us meeting then…Sir Philip is a competent doctor. Is it okay for me to ask for advice on treatment methods for her Grace?”


Jerome thought about it for a moment.


“If it’s just that, then it’s fine. But, her Grace can only know it as your treatment.”


“…I understand.”


As being under surveillance from the ones above was an extremely uncomfortable thought, Anna did not go to find Philip for a few days.


But when she began to think that if Philip were to go on another trip, the day they meet would be in the distant future, she grew nervous. Eventually, she went back to see Philip.


“Anna, welcome.”


Philip looked happy to have a guest and his expression was very kind. All the way here, Anna had been full of anxiety.


What kind of person was he that he had to be monitored? Did he commit a great evil?


She was nervous and worried that she might be dragged into this pointlessly but in the face of Philip’s hospitality, she felt unnecessarily guilty.


‘If he did something evil, then surely he wouldn’t just be under surveillance. Sir Philip is a doctor but he’s also a baron, therefore it’s probably some kind of political issue.’


And so, afterwards, Anna steadily visited Philip. A doctor’s knowledge was practically their property so Anna grew to sincerely respect the Philip that taught her freely.


As for Philip, since he was always alone, having a friend that he could have a conversation made his life much more enjoyable.


He folded his thoughts of leaving soon and spent his time conversing with Anna or sometimes going outside the castle with her and offering their medical services to the poor.


The relationship between the two was very similar to one between a master and his disciple.


< — Damian — > (4)


TN: Ha-ha, sorry bout the mobile theme. Was tweaking the site a bit but it should be up for good now.


After Damian arrived, the serenity in Roam remained the same as usual. Lucia’s life did not change either.


During the day, she would take care of the garden and in the evening, she would read books in the study.


Since the Lady of the House was the same as usual, the employees that were a little nervous went back to normal.


Meanwhile, Damian was busy studying hard. He spent the most of the day alone in his room looking through books.


For the boy, the Academy was the only thing that could prove his existence. He could never relax on it.


The boy who had been completely absorbed in his books lifted his head to the sound of knocking coming from his door.


A while after, a servant came in, stood by the door and spoke.


“Young master, dinner is ready.”


“Okay.”


He didn’t realize that much time had flown by. Damian close the book without any hesitation and stood up.


He walked out of the room and his steps towards the dining room were light. Twice a day, he had lunch and dinner with the Duchess.


It was just sitting down, facing each other and having a meal but as time passed, Damian began to look forward to this time.


When Damian arrived at the dining room, no one had arrived yet. He sat down and waited for a bit then Lucia came in. Damian quickly got up, took out a chair and helped Lucia into her seat.


“Thank you, Damian.”


Lucia smiled, greeting him and in response, Damian bowed his head slightly then returned to his seat. It was quiet throughout the meal.


There was usually next to no conversation between them as they ate. There were even more times when they didn’t utter a single word.


Damian was unlike a child as he was reserved and Lucia was also not the talkative type. But neither Damian nor Lucia felt the silence was uncomfortable.


While they were eating, Damian accidentally dropped his fork and a maid quickly approached to replace it with a new fork. This minor mistake passed smoothly as though nothing had happened.


Damian glanced at the maid that had moved to serve him. He could feel that the attitude of the employees that attended to him were very careful.


It didn’t mean that there was an employee that was rude to his before he left for boarding school. Even though people said all sorts of things about his illegitimacy or what not, from the point of view of the employees, he was in a very high position.


However before, they seemed like a sturdy robots that only fulfilled their duties. In comparison to that time, they showed a bit more enthusiasm as they served and complied with his wishes.


Damian knew all about the Duchess’ favor and the Duchess did not conceal her goodwill towards him. And since the employees watched and listened as they served them, they acted a lot more careful with Damian.


The amount of time that Damian met the Duchess in a day did not amount to much. Most of the time, he studied then it was meal time and after which they would take a walk.


The Duchess’ favor was not excessive and she did not try to stir up his mind or pull it down. As time passed in this manner, Damian’s boundaries relaxed.


If Damian was even a little bit older, the door to his heart would have been tightly shut but he was just eight years old. He was a young child that missed affection but had never even learnt what it was.


After dinner, neither of them said a word about going to the garden together for a walk but they naturally began to walk there together.


“You are eagerly studying most of the time, right? I find that admirable.” (Lucia)


The tips of Damian’s ears grew slightly red.


“That’s because…I don’t want to lag behind when I return to the Academy.”


“You said this wasn’t a vacation but an outing, right? Can you go out at any time?”


“You have to receive permission and there is a limit of 30 days per year. I didn’t know his Grace wouldn’t be here. I have no way of knowing when he will be back so I’m not quite sure if I will be able to return within the 30 day limit.”


Damian’s expression got a little darker.


The 30 days limit was not going to be a big issue. The Duke would be able to deal with any problems of that sort but the semester would have already flown by.


“Why don’t you call him father? Did he say you have to call him that way?”


“…It’s not like that. I just…thought he’d dislike it…”


“Why do you think so? That’s just your presumption. Try calling him father, he definitely would not dislike it.”


“…”


“And Damian, you haven’t called me by my name. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you were deliberately omitting my name? When you call me, will you go, ‘hey’, ‘you there’. You aren’t doing that, are you?”


The red eyes of the boy shook.


“No. I don’t do that…”


“Then you can say it. I call you Damian, don’t I?”


“…Yes…Lucia.”

Damian grew silent then spoke abruptly.


“May I ask you a question?”


“Any time.” (Lucia)


“Don’t you hate me?”


“I don’t hate you.”


Without any pause, Lucia responded lightly, as though it was an everyday conversation.


“Do you think I should hate you?” (Lucia)


“…I think if you must, you should.”


“Where is there such a saying? The feeling of hate hurts one just as much as it hurts one’s enemy. Why would I bother myself with such an unnecessary emotion? I don’t hate you and I don’t have any plans of doing so in the future.”


“…”


But if the Duchess gave birth to a child and he becomes a roadblock in the future of her child, from that moment onwards, her goodwill towards him would change into hatred.


Damian couldn’t believe the words of the Duchess.


“Damian, ever since I got married, I’ve known about you. Your father married me on the condition that I acknowledge you.”


Damian couldn’t believe it.


“That man is probably not an affectionate father but don’t think that he hates you. He is a man clumsy at expressing himself. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have bothered to make you his successor.”


Damian couldn’t believe it but he wanted to believe. Nobody’d ever told the boy something like this before.


There was contempt and disapproval towards the crude illegitimate child and faced with the indifference from his father’s cold gaze, he’d clenched his teeth and worked harder. So, Lucia’s tender comfort squeezed into the gaps in the boy’s heart.


“Do you hate your father?”


Hate. He’d never dared to think that way. Damian knew just how much what he had was beyond his means. He was just an illegitimate child with a non-noble biological mother but he was given recognition by his high ranking noble father and was appointed as his successor.


[Just graduate. Then this place is yours.]


The Duke sent Damian to boarding school with only this condition. It was a ridiculously easy condition.


And because of his scary father, even though there were many hateful gazes, nobody tried to harm the boy directly.


Of the Taran bloodline, excluding the Duke, there was only Damian so there were no competitors. So, harboring complaints was something Damian wouldn’t do.


“No. He is…someone I admire.”


The boarding school where the boy was attending was a prestigious academy where nobles and those of royal blood gathered from various countries.


Because the school system was personalized for each student, there were students like Damian who boarded long term and while the shortest course of study could be two years, it varied greatly.


There was no one among the people that came from all over the world that did not know of Xenon’s Taran Duke. His remarkable prowess in the war that ended not too long ago was more famous in other countries, especially in enemy countries, than in his home country.


Damian had heard that his knights were revered almost like gods. That his father was so great, no one could surpass him.


In the Academy, Damian lived without revealing who his father was, as well as his country of origin. It wasn’t that the Duke had asked him to conceal it.


But that Damian was afraid of the gazes that might follow. Gazes that would say, ‘Ah, an extraordinary person like that merely has son like this.’


The boy’s goal was to safely secure his status as the successor and one day, succeed the Duke.


But he’d never thought about why that is or what he would like to do after he became the Duke. He only feared he would be abandoned if he wasn’t useful because his father just needed someone to inherit his title.


Damian never hoped for his father’s affection. He was satisfied with even a little recognition.


That way he knew he wasn’t completely useless. If he was accommodated that much, then he had nothing more to ask for.



“I see. It is a desirable thing for a son to admire his father.” (Lucia)


Lucia seemed to have something pressing down on her chest the entire time. The tragic case of the Taran family was an unpleasant incident and it seems like the relationship between father and son wasn’t very good, so she was inwardly worried.


“What part of him do you admire? That he’s a great Knight? Or that he’s a powerful lord that rules over the vast North?”


“…Because he’s strong.” (Damian)


It was a statement that sounded like pure nonsense but Lucia agreed. He was correct. To Lucia, it didn’t seem like there was anyone under the sky stronger than him.


He was a man that made one want to lean on him, both physically and mentally.


“Yes. He is indeed strong.”


Like a colossal tree, standing firm and unyielding; enough to make one want to lean on its base and seek refuge in its shadows.


“Damian, do you wish to become strong?”


“Yes.”


“You could be. You are your father’s son.”


“…Yes.”


The wind blew softly, lightly brushing past the two of them. The scent of flowers carried by the wind was so sweet, it filled Damian’s heart with pleasure.

There were no words but there was a smile on their faces as they continued to walk. It was another peaceful day.
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Chapter 34 < — Damian — > (5)


TN: Hope you guys enjoy this one, not a lot happens but I had a blast translating it.


Lucia had rarely gone horseback riding ever since Damian arrived and as she was preparing to once again go riding for a bit, Kate came to visit.


The two greeted each other with a light embrace.


Kate had not been able to visit for a while as she’d been taking care of her injured grand aunt, Countess Corzan.


Perhaps she’d been weakened because of old age for Madam Michelle fell down the stairs and terribly sprained her ankle.


It was to the point where she could barely move so she chose the one she dotted on the most, her niece, Kate, to be her care-taker.


Even though her grandaunt was usually nagging and strict, Kate stayed by her side and took care of her.


“How is Madam Michelle?” (Lucia)


“She’s limping a little but she can walk around now. She asked me to tell you she’s thankful for the medicine you sent, they’ve shown great efficiency.”


“It’s my pleasure to be of help.”


At the beginning, Madam Michelle was a frequent visitor to Roam but after Lucia opened tea parties several times and handled her socializing effortlessly, Madam Michelle’s visit came to a stop due to her poor health.


And ever since Kate became a frequent visitor, they’d been exchanging words to and from through Kate.


“This is my real purpose of coming to see you today, Lucia.”


Kate placed the basket that she came in with on the table.


“It’s the present I promised you last time. Open it.”


Lucia carefully removed the cover of the basket and exclaimed.


“Oh my!”


Suddenly, a blinding bright light came in causing a certain pair of big black eyes to blink. The disheveled fox with fluffy light yellow fur shook its big ears.


It was conscious of Lucia’s gaze on it for a short moment then soon enough it yawned and closed its eyes. It moved its bushy tail and wrapped it around its body for cover.


The lovely creature that was small enough to fit into both hands instantly captured Lucia’s heart.


“Goodness! It’s lovely!”


Lucia placed her hand on her chest to pace her thumping heart. She’d gone to the fox hunt and seen the foxes that the ladies raised but none of them was as adorable as the one in front of her.


“It’s also my first time seeing such a beauty. Even when it grows up, it will be beautiful.” (Kate)

Kate had promised to obtain a fox for Lucia for fox hunting.


“You have to obtain them when they are young to tame them. Look after it frequently, it has to recognize its owner before its growth phase. If this time passes, you can’t give any excuses.”


“I understand.”


“I’ll send you a list of things you need to watch out for when raising a fox later.”


“Thank you, Kate. It’s such a wonderful gift…”


The two women descended into conversation about fox hunting for a while.


“Oh, where is my mind? I was about to go horse-riding. Do you want to join me Kate?”


“I didn’t plan on doing so at first, but I’ve been wanting to go riding for a while. I’ll go.”


“Ah, and I have someone I want to introduce to you.”


Lucia called a maid and instructed her to call Damian.


“Damian is here. He’s home for a change but I’m not sure if there would be another time to introduce him to you.”


“Who…?”


“I’m talking about his Grace the Duke’s son. Well, he’s also my son now.”


Kate’s expression instantly stiffened.


“…What?”


“Could it be you’ve never heard of it? From what I know, the fact that Damian is his successor has already been made public.”


“…ah…well…I’ve heard a little…”


The life of the Duke was a taboo topic amongst northern nobles. It wasn’t like someone ordered them to keep their mouths shut but they knew to be careful with what they said.


It was thanks to the efforts of the Northern people that no rumors of the son and successor of the Taran Duke had spread in the Capital’s noble circles.


Meanwhile the Taran duke didn’t care whether one deliberately spreads a rumor or one watches what they say. In the North, Damian was a fleeting existence.


“You called for me?”


Looking at the black-haired, red-eyed boy that had walked into the drawing room for a while, Kate swallowed tensely. She hadn’t finished preparing her mind.


“Say hello, Damian. This is pretty much the only guest that visits me in Roam. My friend, Kate Milton.”


Damian looked indifferently at Kate who was unable to hide her puzzlement. He was familiar with such looks and expressions towards himself. He was deluded for a moment due to the innocent goodwill the Duchess had shown to him all this while.


As his mood sank a little, he lowered his head in a nodding manner.


“It is an honor to meet a beautiful lady like yourself, Lady Milton. My name is Damian.”


“Ah…yes. I…I am also honored, Young Lord.”


Kate hadn’t ever had such a hard time managing her expression. Even when in the past she was walking around the city and stepped on her dress ripping it, she could manage her expression.


As for the Duchess sitting next to her,


“Wow, your words are so… geez. Who would say you aren’t your father’s son?”


After saying so, she burst into laughter. It was a feeling of seeing a comedy and she couldn’t help but laugh.


“Do you know how to ride a horse, Damian? Or shall I bring a colt?”


“I know how to ride a horse. I learned at the Academy.”


“Seems like there’s nothing you can’t do. Kate, he’s marvelous, isn’t he? He’s only eight but he knows how to ride a horse.”


“Ah…yes. It’s…great.”


It was definitely not common for an eight year old to know how to properly ride a horse but it was very possible for someone of the young Lord’s huge stature as he exceeded that of the usual eight year old.


Moreover, he was the son of the Taran Duke whose name was hailed among Knights.


However, Kate didn’t have any intention of diminishing Lucia’s feeling of pride so she just humored her.


“Damian, we were going to go horseback riding now but we can all go together.”


Damian took a glance at Kate’s stiffening expression. He tried to laugh but it was a sign that told him he was an unwelcome guest.


“No, it’s okay. I still have books I have to read.”


“While studying is good, you can’t keep studying all the time, especially when you’re at the prime of your age. Don’t you want to grow bigger?”


Big. Damian flinched at the sensitive topic.


“You have to grow as big as your father, right?”


Damian nodded his head.


“Kate, would it be okay if Damian joins us? Sorry I didn’t ask for consent beforehand.”


“No…It’s fine. But Lucia, the horse-riding field we’re going to… only women can enter.”


“I know.”


Lucia tilted her head as though asking ‘What’s the problem?’


“Damian is just eight 🎱 years old. He’s not a man.”


Translator’s Corner.


*That last sentence….


*Sorry for the intrusion… ¯_(ツ)_/¯.


< — Damian — > (5)


TN: So I’m sensing a bit of confusion but Lucia and Hugo have reconciled in 29[part 2].


It was only for an instant but Kate witnessed the distorted expression of the young Lord of Taran.


The boy that looked unlike his eight-year-old age with his upright and huge build, suddenly seemed his age when he heard those straightforward words.


Kate turned her head away slightly and let out a small laugh. She felt a bit sorry for the boy’s broken pride.


In the horse-riding field, when the noble ladies came up to greet Lucia, she had them greet Damian.


The noble ladies were as though they’d all bitten an unripe fruit for they all had sour expressions as they begrudgingly gave their greetings.


Some looked at Lucia unable to understand it at all, some looked at her with gazes that said she was too young to know about the world while some looked at her with worried gazes.


Lucia was indifferent to their gazes and acted as though she didn’t notice them. From time to time, Damian gave Lucia a peculiar gaze.


“This child is Emily.”


Lucia introduced her favorite horse to Damian. Damian took in its entire appearance and so as not to surprise it, he walked slowly to its front then stroked its back.


“It’s a good horse.” (Damian)


“You know how to discern horses?”


“I only know how to tell if it’s a good horse or not. I’m not an expert.”


“But I don’t know how to do even that. To me, because Emily is my horse, she’s the prettiest but all horses look the same to me. Kate, isn’t it great? Damian is very young but he knows a lot.”


Looking at the face of the Duchess that was filled with joy and pride, Kate simply chimed in with a smile. She sneaked a glance at the young Lord who was embarrassed and had turned his head seemingly occupied with other things.


At first, Kate couldn’t understand why Lucia was like this but eventually decide to just accept it since it wasn’t a bad thing for their mother-son relationship to get better.


After a few rounds of circling around the riding field, they ended their light session of horse riding and the two women went into the lounge (break room). As Damian had opted to keep riding, he was still outside on the field.


Every table in the lounge was filled with women, seated in groups of twos and threes. Unlike the original intention for building it, the lounge of the horse-riding field had increasingly become an active social gathering spot for women.


“People’s gazes on Damian were much colder than I expected.” (Lucia)


Kate was unsure of what reply to give so she just listened.


“Even though he’s the successor that his Grace the Duke personally chose, why are they like that?”


“That’s… probably because of the unwritten rules. Although the law states that a son would be recognized as a qualifier once they enter the family register, in reality, there are next to no cases where a son that enters the registry like that inherits the title. The ones that become Counts are barely a handful and there’s been no precedence where they’re titled higher than Marquis.”


“I see. I didn’t know that.”


In Lucia’s dream, she didn’t have any children so when she lived as the Countess, she didn’t pay attention to matters concerning succession.


“Then what happens if an official has no children apart from the child that was entered into the registry?”


“Most people adopt a son from among their relatives.”


It was the so-called noble pride.


It is said that an illegitimate child should be extremely grateful to even be recognized as a qualifier. Although Lucia was of the royal family, looking closer, she was also an illegitimate child so it left a bad taste in Kate’s mouth.


An elderly noble woman walked up to Kate and Lucia’s table. She was Countess Philia, a woman extremely healthy for her age and not inferior to anyone in her enjoyment of horse riding.


Lucia remembered hearing that when the women-only equestrian(horseback riding) practice field was created, the Countess had praised the Taran Duke till her mouth ran dry.


They went through the usual ceremonial motions of greeting each other and sending their best regards then the Countess placed two flower baskets on the table.


“I got a granddaughter just recently and it is a northern tradition to present yellow flowers to people around me as I wish for my granddaughter to be healthy and to grow up beautifully.”


“Oh my, Congratulations. Your granddaughter will grow up beautifully and healthy just like the Countess.”


When the Countess turned around to hand out flower baskets to other people, Kate spoke.


“It is a northern tradition but these days there aren’t many people that do it. Countess Philia seems quite trusting of this tradition. It is indeed correct to give out yellow flowers but…it isn’t common to give out this flower…its prices are tremendous. Countess Philia looks very happy, she must have spent a fortune.”


Lucia glanced at the flower basket and smiled ambiguously. The beautiful yellow roses looked as though they were flaunting their elegance.


***


The employees were lined up outside as usual to welcome the Lady of the House as she returned from her outing to the horse-riding field.


The door of the carriage opened and Lucia stepped down from the carriage. When Jerome discovered the basket of yellow roses in her hands, he grew frightened.


“Kkuk!”


Jerome let out a strange sound in spite of himself but was quick to cover it up by dryly clearing his throat. The employees that noticed it acted like they didn’t hear anything.


Lucia gave him an odd look then held out her basket of flowers.


“Countess Philia said she’d gotten a granddaughter and gave me a present.”


“Ah, yes…”


After accepting the basket of flowers, Jerome heaved a long sigh. He didn’t want to see yellow roses anymore.


Lucia and Damian sat face to face in the receiving room, drinking tea while Jerome stood at the side, waiting on them with more tea.


“Now that I think about it, there are no roses in the garden. I’m thinking of making a rose garden next spring, what are your thoughts, Jerome?”


Jerome’s expression froze.


“About roses…can you think over it again…?”


“Why?”


“Master doesn’t… particularly like them.”


Lucia’s eyes grew round as she looked at Jerome then she spoke to Damian.


“Damian, tell me honestly. Did you know that there were no roses in the garden?”


“I didn’t know.”


“See? Jerome, unless a man is particularly interested in flowers, he wouldn’t really know that. I doubt if my husband is able to differentiate between varieties of flowers. Although I’m sure there’s one flower he can distinguish. Yellow…”


“K-hm. K-hm.”


Jerome overdramatically cleared his throat causing a small laugh to escape from Lucia’s mouth.


“Don’t worry, even if I plant roses, I’ll exclude that color.”


The color itself wasn’t the problem but the Duke had ordered that he didn’t want to lay his eyes on any roses. This was serious. Jerome’s back broke out in cold sweat.


Damian returned to his room and Jerome finally said what he’d been hesitatant to say for a while.


“Milady, about the yellow rose I talked to you about the other day. You asked me who the last recipient was, right?”


“Yes, I did. I remember.”


“Under Master’s orders, I sent a yellow rose to the Countess of Falcon.”


Jerome became nervous when she didn’t say anything in reply.


‘I said something useless! What if I offended her?’


“Why so suddenly? They must’ve met?” (Lucia)


“No!! Absolutely not. I informed his Grace that Milady was curious about it and… he asked me to send it.”


“I see.”


Lucia’s expression was indifferent and she replied as though it was a trivial matter. Jerome grew restless as he tried to comprehend, even if it was just a little bit, the feelings of his Mistress.


Lucia really did think it was a trivial matter. Was her husband taking care of an old lover so great that she had to jump up in joy about it? However, Lucia felt as though something had been lifted off her chest and her heart grew soft.


The longing that had been satisfied in the meantime thanks to Damian once again rose up in her heart.


‘When are you coming back? I want to see you…’


One month after leaving to subjugate barbarians, the Lord of Roam who’d been away from his seat returned.


Translator’s Corner:


(1) Just in case, a receiving room is a living room. Pretty much, the place you receive guests hence receiving room.


Fun Facts:


I looked into the meaning of a yellow rose and initially found that yellow flowers in general are supposed to evoke joy, friendship, success, all that good stuff.


But, yellow roses specifically signal farewell, jealousy, infidelity or a finishing love. I also read that more recently (most likely for marketing) yellow roses have been paraded to mean friendship, joy and wt not.


TL;DR: I guess you could say yellow roses have two different meanings.
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