I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 206: Tue. End of vacation (2)

"I didn’t even send a reply, and yet you sent me all these letters..."

Returning to her room and opening the envelope, Yuria let out a deep sigh. Inside, there were many letters packed tightly together. It had only been two months, but there must have been at least twenty of them.

Since she had no intention of replying, Yuria had left them with Aslan Vermond, worried that she might weaken and be tempted to write back. But she never imagined that there would be so many letters waiting for her.

With trembling hands, she began to tear open the letters one by one, starting from the earliest ones, carefully reading through them.

"It's me, Yuria. By now, you must be at the Vermont Estate.""I apologize for forcing you to go there. But I have no intention of retracting the order, so please endure it for the duration of the break.""Count Vermont and the children under his care are all good people, so don’t distance yourself too much. I hope you’ll get along well."

If she had seen this on the first day she arrived at the estate, she probably wouldn’t have listened, and would have been upset. But now, she understood exactly what he meant.

The gruff man was always doing things for her, after all...

"It feels awkward that you haven’t replied. Today, I subconsciously checked the mailbox, and when I found it empty, I was a little taken aback.""I realized why you had been grumbling that I never told you anything about myself.""When I try to write to you without getting any reply, I find there’s so little to say.""I noticed that most of what I’ve written is about your thoughts, and there hasn’t been much about me. I’ll make sure to share more about myself from now on."

"That gruff man...!"

Yuria's eyes welled up as she read.

Even though she hadn’t written back, the gruff man had continued writing to her...

As she read through the letters, guilt began to gnaw at her. The pain of knowing how inconsiderate she had been made her feel physically uncomfortable.

"The pocket money you’re receiving during the break has been collected by Count Vermont. I heard that once the break is over, it will be returned to you.""The Count is taking care of other children as well, so if there’s a big difference in your financial situation, there could be conflicts. That’s why this measure was taken.""I hope you won’t hold a grudge. The money that was taken will be used for investments, and some of the profits will be returned to you."

"Wait, what!?"

He used my allowance for investments!?

Wasn’t he just supposed to keep it safe?

What if it doesn’t make any profit?

Yuria jolted, turning the envelope upside down and shaking it, and a bundle of bills fell out. On the sticky note attached to the bills, it read:

"This is the pocket money that was taken. I’ve returned it with interest."

When Yuria counted it, the amount was more than her two months' worth of allowance. It was a 50% increase...

What kind of interest rate gives 50% in just two months...?

Yuria’s nose started to run as she wiped away uncontrollable tears. Why were both the gruff man and Aslan Vermond so kind?

At first, she couldn’t understand how the two could be close friends, but now she was beginning to understand why.

Like attracts like; it was no wonder they got along.

"Sniffle... This isn’t the time for this."

Wiping away her tears, Yuria quickly opened her drawer to find some paper and a pen.

Since the break was over, it was time to write to the gruff man.

She picked up the pen, but stopped as soon as she began writing the greeting.

"There’s so much I want to say..."

There was no way to fit it all into one letter. If that’s the case, she thought, she might as well write two or three pages.

Yuria continued to sniffle as she began writing her letter to the gruff man after two months of silence.

The carriage driver arrived, and Yuria, carrying her suitcase, turned sharply and looked back at the estate.

"I... I really owe a lot to you, Count. Thanks to you, I’ve stayed comfortably."

[The evil god, 'Kali,' wipes away tears in sadness.]

Yuria bowed politely, her hands clasped in front of her. Every time she bowed her head like this, she secretly felt a pang of hurt pride, but this time, there was no hint of that. She was genuinely respectful.

With just that, she could confidently say that the two months spent at the estate had been the right choice.

If she had only followed the gruff man and believed that Aslan Vermond was the enemy who had kidnapped her friends, it would have been hard to come out with the truth later.

The fact that the gap between the two of them had shrunk so much was a great achievement.

"Alright. Take care. Be sure to send my regards to your sponsor."

"Yes. I will... ah! No! Don’t! Don’t pat my head again! I won’t be trained by you like Charlotte or Yuria!"

"T-Train you? When?"

"Train? What does that mean?"

"That’s a thing, Charlotte..."

Aslan’s large hand reached out, and Yuria quickly stepped back, face turning red, panicked.

Realizing what was happening, Yuria almost let out a laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Well, I didn’t mean to pat your head... did you expect it?"

"Ah, no! It’s fine! I’m leaving now!"

"Yuria! Take care! Let’s hang out again next time!"

"Next time, we’ll visit the Magic Academy!"

Yuria hurriedly climbed into the carriage, unable to control her embarrassment, as Charlotte and Yuria waved her off.

It was a slightly, no—very bittersweet moment.

She felt a little sorry for not spending more time with Charlotte and Yuria during the break. But thanks to Yuria, they didn’t have a chance to get bored, and she could tell that they’d had a good time.

From today, the estate would probably be quieter.

As the carriage started moving, Yuria already found herself missing them.

‘Hehe. Well, I’ll just read the letter Yuria left for me.’

But I had a letter from Yuria.

To be more precise, it was a letter she had left with Aslan Vermond for me.

I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t open it right away.

When I returned to my office and tore open the envelope, the strong scent of ink hit me.

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It was the ink I had given Yuria to use in the pen I gifted her.

I smiled warmly as I pulled out the letters, four pages in total.

"To the gruff man.""I’m really sorry. I’ve been stubborn about not replying and ignored your letters for two months. I won’t do that again. Actually, what happened was... when I saw your letters, I thought I’d get too weak and write back. So I just accepted them and didn’t read any of them until now, but now that I’ve read them all at once..."

Oh my.

The letter was so tightly packed, there were barely any spaces between words. I turned away, eyes stinging, unable to look at it anymore.

What is this?

If you only looked at this letter, you might think I’m some mentally disturbed child.

But... maybe this was just how much Yuria truly felt sorry.

If that was the case, then I was glad.

I had been worried she might still be upset about being forced to come to Vermont Estate.

But thanks to reuniting with the children and spending good time together, it seemed that all her complaints had been completely resolved.

‘But... maybe she’s feeling a little too sorry.’

Even if she had gotten over it, it seemed like it was a little too much.

Still, if I told her not to worry and sent a reply to calm her down, I’m sure it would settle quickly.

Yuria was strong, so I wasn’t too worried.

"Also, gruff man! I’ve developed a new ability! It’s a healing ability, and I haven’t told anyone except the staff at Vermont Security! You have to be the only one who knows about it!"

Yuria’s ability was classified, and revealing it was against the rules, but it seemed like she couldn’t resist sharing the good news with her benefactor.

There were so many more details in her letter—how Charlotte and Yuria were actually acquainted from the orphanage and had secretly met up; the three of them going to the theater to watch a play; how Sylvia awakened her aura and became a swordmaster...

I already knew all of this, but reading Yuria’s letter felt new, fresh, and never boring.

Yuria’s letter had a way of making people feel good...

This was something I had felt back when I mistook Yuria for a man, so it wasn’t just a passing feeling—it was an objective truth.

"Is it almost the end...?"

"Gruff man. I understand why you don’t want to tell me too much, since I’m one of the children you’re sponsoring, but... can you tell me just one thing? Or maybe two...?""Have you ever been married?""If you haven’t, what do you think of younger people? Would you be willing to wait a few years for someone younger?"

"Hooohhh."

[The evil god, 'Kali,' is lost in a feeling of joy!]

Yuria... had feelings for the gruff man?

Is this really happening?

Could it be possible to fall for someone you've never met, someone you’ve only exchanged letters with?

What if the person is a middle-aged man with a pot-belly and balding?

A rush of happiness flooded me, but at the same time, concern for Yuria overwhelmed me, and my mind became tangled.