Chapter 435 – Rike’s Letter

A letter held in Atra’s hand.

What fills it is a round font that subtly brings laughter.

The letters written with great care by Ricke welcomed the saint.

[To the respected saint]

How surprised you must have been by the sudden letter.

If there was even a ray of joy or anticipation in it, Ricke Bright would be overjoyed.

I was worried. I am worried.

Even as I write the letter, I wonder if this letter will cause heavy anxiety until it is opened by the saint’s hand.

If the saint had such concerns as I expected, then I am too.

Why does it take so much courage to write down each letter?

As I sat at the table and thought about it, I think it was because when the saint and I met, we rarely smiled and called each other’s names unintentionally.

Looking back, I think it was for the best, but I wish I had faced it at a time other than that day.

I sometimes regret it too late, thinking that maybe we could have started off with a softer meeting and impression.

The reason for writing such a rambling letter to a busy saint is not a great one.

Because it reminded me of something I heard from a young girl at a bakery I frequent not long ago.

She said the child approached me carefully.

I always say hello with a question instead.

Not long ago, I was standing next to him and he started crying without saying anything, so I asked him what was going on.

I wanted to say hello, but I was told there were no new questions to ask.

How much thought and courage must it have taken each time? I felt and learned a lot.

And I looked back at the past.

I have the courage to not look back on the day when I regained the color I had lost in my life. That he survived by an act that would be considered reckless if he took a single step.

I am writing a letter to the saint based on the courage I learned from a young girl.

I will share with you some aspects of my life in order to foster intimacy with the Virgin Mary in a way that I learned from a young girl.

Holy woman. As a hobby, I grow various plants with my family.

Ceria and Alice say they enjoy touching the cool, moist soil.

Chloe looks happy watching the green life growing.

Lily’s older sister seems to be happiest when she wipes my and other younger siblings’ faces when they come home with a mess.

Eclair and I enjoy watching happy families more than anything else.

We were lucky enough to have that kind of time.

The garden that started out as a hobby has yielded some results, and the herbs and vegetables that everyone has started growing at the mansion have started to have a special taste.

Even though I learned about farming and how to grow plants through books rather than experience, I was able to get such good results. My sincerity may have been a big help, but I think I was very lucky.

I want to share this special feeling.

I hope you will be given the opportunity to serve a dish using these vegetables to the saint. Herbs have a very deep aroma and taste even when brewed in tea rather than cooked.

I will ask my brother for permission, and if it is okay, I would like to invite the saint to a meal at the mansion.

If you ask why I am doing this, it is because I vaguely felt that I had to do it.

There are many stories I want to share with the saint.

We may have something to talk about openly.

From Ricke Bright.

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‘Ma, is there something I need to talk about openly?’

Atra, who was happily reading the letter in the carriage, swallowed dryly at the last line.

‘No. This···.’

If you think about it a little, it is impossible in common sense. That can’t be possible.

Isn’t it true that there was someone watching Roman and his life from the side?

The reason why his heart is pounding at that single word is probably the same feeling as when a thief says that his feet are numb.

“Atra.”

“Huh, yeah?!”

“Is there a problem with the content?”

From Roman’s point of view, it was impossible to try to stay still.

Atra’s expression changes so quickly that one can’t help but worry.

“No… It was no problem at all.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

Atra, who somehow came up with an answer, cleared her throat at Roman’s attitude, which seemed to force her to understand.

She straightened her back, feeling her calmness and composure creeping back into her.

“It is said that the sister harvested the vegetables grown at the mansion. It was a warm letter saying that she would like to serve a dish made using them.”

“Ah! It was definitely harvested and there was quite a lot of it. Plus, if it’s Rike’s cooking, you can look forward to it.”

“It seems like your cooking skills are excellent.”

Roman responded that it was so perfect that there was nothing more to his taste.

He glanced outside the carriage for a few seconds, then scratched his chin and smiled.

“It’s amazing that Rike is serving the food… It’s my first time with someone other than my family.”

“Is this your first time?”

Roman nodded his head and looked back on the past.

No matter how much she thought about it, she had never before seen Rikke show interest in or treat someone outside the confines of her family.

“Rike is very wary of others other than her family who lives with her and a few people at the store she frequents. However, it seems that she is not so with her saintess.”

“As a sinner whose mistakes have been forgiven, I feel infinite gratitude for that. However, I have no idea…”

“As for the reason, wouldn’t it be best to ask directly and get a clear answer?”

Isn’t this a situation that happens because Rike’s special eyes captured Atra’s pure heart?

Since Roman couldn’t hear it directly, all she had to do was make that inference within herself.

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Among the dragon people, only Varian used a carriage.

It was shadowed and disappeared repeatedly by the dragons flying over the running carriage.

Just by looking at the flight trajectory, it was obvious that he was happy.

As soon as they arrived, they didn’t even hide their expressions of regret about landing, so you can see how much importance they place on moving their bodies.

“You can use this gate. Imperial officials will be waiting beyond.”

“I will control the dragon people coming from the other side.”

“Thank you.”

By will, Varian comes first. Eclair waits as a back runner.

Passing over the Yongin tribe and other tribes that came from the federal government. Eunik’s members were sent first along with the vice leader.

There are three left here.

Only Roman, Eclair, and Atra remain. Everyone knows that now is the perfect time to talk comfortably.

“Roman. I don’t have time, so I’ll explain briefly. I hope the saintess will listen too.”

“Huh?”

“I will listen.”

The two people listened to Eclair’s voice.

Eclair, checking his surroundings with red eyes, moved his lips while holding the sword at his waist.

“At the meeting where this meeting was decided, a large number of nobles gathered, even though they were from the same faction, and there is no guarantee that there would not be any nobles with ties to Nema Natas.”

“There is a possibility that they might join in where we are going. They might even attempt an attack.”

“That’s right… But it would be rare for a warlock to escape the eyes of me or your brother.”

The three quickly figured out what each wanted to say and exchanged it.

“On the other hand, since this is the beginning of this meeting, I was simply trying to gather information. A nobleman who is not a warlock but belongs to Nema Natas. I may have seated people like that. Like this?”

“I also think there is a high possibility that there will be an attack. If there is a real attack, there is a high probability that it will be targeted when His Majesty is in attendance or when more high-ranking officials are present.”

Even if Nema Natas is holding her breath, it is difficult to overturn a publicly designated future. If you stay still, you will lose money. If you move, you will lose money.

So, if we were to consider the effectiveness of the assumption that they decided to confuse and overthrow the country through raids.

The moment when a ceasefire is definitively agreed upon will be the highest in terms of probability.

“But you never know.”

“Well, I’m not relieved.”

Roman and Eclair looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.

Isn’t it truly satisfying to feel that lovers have the same thoughts when it comes to work?

“···.”

Only Atra remained silent, fiddling with Rosario with a sullen expression on his face.

“I will go over first. Then the saintess can go over. Roman is the last one.”

“Okay.”

“Understand.”

Just before moving to the gate, I extend one foot. Eclair looked towards Roman.

“···Roman. After this is over, will you accept the invitation of the three knights?”

“Who is that? P… P… Anyway, let’s have a drink with that big guy in it?”

A promise that has a high probability of being a trap.

Eclair bowed her head with a serious face and waited with an expression on her face asking what to do.

Roman smiled and answered.

“I need to sort it out.”

“···.”

Eclair knows that saying she will go with you is tantamount to pampering.

If Nema Nata is keeping a close watch on Roman, she might have some information. You can also aim for a diversion with the capital to take advantage of its weak point.

Like last time, there is a possibility that an artificial devil will appear or a warlock may suddenly arrive.

In addition, there is a possibility that if he intervenes with his skills, he may end up holding Roman back.

“Roman…”

Eclair knows Roman’s skills, which have already gone far beyond his reach.

Eclair is clearly aware of the reality that no matter what kind of joint attack the 3rd and 4th knights make, they will be crushed.

The environment in which Roman voluntarily entered a place that was no different from a warlock’s nest was unsettling.

“Don’t look so serious. Can you at least give me a kiss?”

“Ah, you idiot! It’s before the saintess… Concentrate on your work!”

To lighten the mood, Eclair slyly tapped Roman’s chest as he approached him.

He crossed the gate, his heated face wrapped in gauntlets.

Roman, who had been watching her back as if it was cute, only looked at the saintess after the eclair disappeared.

“Mr. Atra. Please excuse me.”

“···.”

“Let’s go. I will follow right away.”

I moved aside to make it easier for Roman to pass.

Atra’s steps were motionless, as if a stake had been stuck in her place.