Civil Servant in Romance Fantasy-Chapter 127: Starting Over (4)
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β Starting Over (4) β
Thinking about the two managers who each worried me for different reasons made my head spin. However, there was nothing I could do about it no matter how much I worried for them. After all, it was pretty shameful for a boss to pester their subordinate about when they would get married.
And that boss wasnβt even married themselves. From an outsiderβs perspective, it would be a terribly ironic situation.
βTheyβll figure it out when the time is right.β
It wasnβt that they couldnβt get married, but that they chose not to. They might have unique personalities or tastes, but they were certainly capable individuals. A little uniqueness should be fine.
The 4th Manager bowed her head politely when I glanced at her. Even a vacation was enough for this valiant knight to transform into a perfect maid.
ββ¦Itβll be fine, right?β
I couldnβt quite picture the 4th Manager getting married. The same went for the 1st Manager.
It was a disheartening thought. Could it be that the Managers were choosing to stay single because I was? Maybe I was setting a bad example.
After a moment of silence, I pulled out a small pouch from my pocket. Despite my feelings, I needed to give this to her before I forgot.
βHere, take this. Itβs a gift.β
βIβm honored.β
The 4th Manager took the pouch with both hands, bowing even deeper.
No, you donβt have to do that. It was just a small gift; I almost felt embarrassed for giving it.
The 4th Manager, who worked as a maid in the mansion, and the Masked Unit, who patrolled while trying to avoid drawing attention from the three countries, mustβve had a tough summer.
βI know youβve all been busy and unable to take a break due to strange incidents. Hereβs a little something for everyone to use together.β
That was why I gave them some silver coins for a team dinner. They werenβt exactly poor, but a dinner on someone elseβs treat was special.
βItβs a shame that I couldnβt see the rest of the Masked Unit except for that incident with the Twilight Cult.β
βIf you could grace us with your presenceββ
βDonβt say such things.β
I quickly cut off the 4th Manager. Having a high-ranking official at a casual gathering would be more of a torture than an honor. It would be better to meet them some other time.
Despite feeling shaken by her disappointed expression at my firm refusal, I couldnβt tell her that I would go.
βThis is all thanks to the Prosecutorsβ Officeβs Executive Manager. The Krasius family is truly a blessing to the empire.β
βYou honor me, Your Majesty.β
I once vowed never to dine with my subordinates at a dinner hosted by the emperor. I had to break that dreadful cycle. I couldnβt even sleep properly that night because of an upset stomach.
***
I would be returning to the Academy soon. Thinking back, I had spent most of the vacation at the Capital.
I had thought that I would spend it traveling to various cities and dealing with the governors, and just thinking about it was already enough to make me dizzy with worry.
Fortunately, it seemed that the club members were too lazy to travel. It was just as well; staying in the Capital was enough.
βThatβs a relief.β
I had even prepared to visit Louiseβs territory in the worst-case scenario. Thankfully, I avoided the sight of the kind baron and his wife fainting on the spot.
βDamn it.β
It was sad that I was even considering this a stroke of luck. I hope they return to their countries during the winter vacation.
β Thereβs no rule saying that what happened once canβt happen again.
βFair enough.β
= Cut the crap, you jerk.
My voice over the communication crystal betrayed my real feelings, but I managed to keep my words diplomatic. It was all thanks to the last shred of my sanity.
The Crown Prince spoke with a look on his face that reminded me of Ainter if he were to turn to the dark side. Someday, I really want to knock some sense into him without regard for rank.
β I should prepare for your arrival this winter, too. Itβs exhausting to make hasty preparations like this time.
This could be interpreted as either a cautious statement or a hint that βyouβre going to have a hard time this winter as well.β Strangely, the latter seemed to hold more weight.
I managed to calm my mouth, which was itching to curse him, and finally spoke.
βI wish Your Highness a peaceful winter.β
= Iβll do my best to prevent them from coming during winter vacation so that wonβt happen.
β I am grateful for the Executive Managerβs concern, but the unpredictable future is a gift from Enen to us. freewe(b)novel.com
= So are you saying you intentionally let things happen this time? Donβt talk nonsense.
This bastard always left me speechless.
Failing to prevent the situation this time definitely left me crying inside. There was no guarantee that things would change during the winter vacation, either.
βThis canβt repeat during winter vacation.β
Having the pastry club come to the Capital during the winter vacation would be a total disaster, especially with the New Yearβs ceremony. The result would be utter chaos.
The New Yearβs ceremony was where nobles with titles gathered in one place. And with foreign royalty and a saint candidate in the capital during that time? The socialite nobles would be desperate to invite them.
The emperor would most likely invite those idiots as well. The prestige of the guests reflected the hostβs prestige, after all.
βItβs inevitable.β
Thinking of the emperor, I resigned myself to the bitter future. Maybe an invitation from the emperor would still arrive even if the pastry club had no intention of coming to the capital.
I could almost see it nowβbeing pulled in all directions at the New Yearβs ceremony.
β By the way, Executive Manager. Did something happen between you and father-in-law?
While I was lamenting the future I saw, the Crown Prince casually brought up that topic. Ah, it seemed that he had already heard.
βI was just expressing my gratitude to His Grace the Invincible Duke for his advice.β
β I see.
After confiding in Marghetta, I had gone to thank the Invincible Duke, heavily laden with gifts. The problem was the equally heavy return gifts I received. Was this what they called a tribute trade?
After hearing my response, the Crown Prince simply nodded and then seemed to lose interest. At least he wasnβt one to pry into personal matters.
β The Crown Princess asked me to thank you for being a good conversation partner to her lonely father.
βThatβs very kind of her.β
β And to send her regards to Dame Elizabeth.
Even in front of his wife, the Crown Prince was just a messenger. That was somewhat amusing.
βYes, Iβll pass on the message.β
And with that, the Crown Prince ended the communication. Was todayβs call just a casual check-in? He seemed busy, and yet he somehow always had time to spare.
Now, I had to send the Crown Princessβ regards to the 1st Manager.
βIβm still surprised.β πππ¦π¦πΈπ¦ππ―ππ·π¦π.π€ππ
It was unbelievable that the elegant Crown Princess and the unpredictable 1st Manager were close friends during their school days. What kind of place was the Academy?
βAlthough itβs not that strange, considering their familiesβ¦β
Being the daughter of a Marquis, it wasnβt strange for the 1st Manager to be close friends with the Crown Princess, who was from a ducal family. It wasnβt unusual, butβ¦
No, I shouldnβt dwell on it. The 1st Manager must have been a normal person during her academy days. Letβs think about it that way.
βA normal 1st Managerβ¦β
That meant that it was the Prosecutorsβ Office that ruined a perfectly good lady. The sins of our department ran deep.
***
This is just too much, really too much.
βYuris, are you okay?β
Sophia was trying to comfort me, but I couldnβt stop crying.
How could this happen? I was rooting for Penelia unnie.
βSighβ¦β
Penelia unnie was such a fool. If she couldnβt do anything by herself, she should at least accept help from others. If she couldnβt lead the competition, then she should at least not fall behind.
βI am content just being by his side.β
Penelia unnieβs words kept coming back to me. What? She was satisfied just by being at his side?
βThatβs a lie.β
Would someone who looked at their master with such longing eyes say that? Even Sophia wouldnβt fall for such a lie.
Maybe Penelia unnie really thought that way. If so, she was a fool who didnβt even know her own heart.
Feeling even more upset, I lowered my head, and Sophia became even more flustered.
βI was really cheering for herβ¦β
Master would soon return to the Academy. Penelia unnieβs time with him was coming to an end.
It seemed the Master was considering marriage, so the opportunity for Penelia unnie to approach him was ripe. She wouldnβt be able to stop the red-haired lady from taking the lead, but Penelia unnie should at least try to catch up.
βI will be by his sideββ
I shook my head, casting off the foolish words. Anyone would think they were already in a romantic relationship.
βUnnie! You know thereβs already someone else after Master!β
βThe Lady? Iβm aware.β
βYou foolish unnie! If itβs only the lady, then I wonβt even need to bring it up!β
I couldnβt hold back anymore and brought up the blonde-haired sister. She was the noble lady who gifted the Master a hawthorn plant, confessing her love boldly.
What would Penelia unnie do with such a rival in play? That was the reason why I tried to provoke her, but she took it the wrong way.
βYou hid it from Master?β
Penelia unnie got angry when she learned that I lied to Master about the meaning of the hawthorn plant. Why was she reacting like that?
After that, she scolded me for a long time, saying that we should be honest to Master, that hiding anything was wrong, and that interfering with someoneβs love was bad.
βThen why are you doing this, unnie?!β
I held back everything else, but I couldnβt contain those last words. It was absurd for someone who was sabotaging their own love to say such things.
I yelled those words to Penelia unnie and ran away. Now, it wasnβt my problem anymore. Even if the blonde-haired unnie at the academy became Masterβs second wife, it would be Penelia unnieβs fault, not mine.
βSheβs such a fool.β
Iβll never speak of the hawthorn plant no matter what. Honestly, the blonde-haired unnie might beat her to it even if I did nothing, especially considering how passive Penelia unnie was.
After biting my lip several times, I lifted my head. This was really, really the last time.
βThis winter vacation.β
If Master came to the capital during the winter vacation and there was no progress between him and Penelia unnieβ¦
βI will tell him.β
Iβll tell him everything.
Everything about Peneliaβs love for Master, and about the blonde-haired unnieβs love for him, too.
They both deserved a fair start.
ββ¦Yuris?β
I heard Sophiaβs hesitant voice beside me, but I chose to ignore it.
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