I Should Have Just Died-Chapter 49: The kind look at Alyssa disproved it.
The kind look at Alyssa disproved it.
His heavy-looking lips and his years on him reassured her.
“…No. Thank you for making such a wonderful garden.”
“That’s what I do.”
“By the way, Sid…”
At Alyssa’s question, the gardener recalled the owner of the mansion, who had been doing a lot of troublesome requests. Seidrick, who used to do what he had to do every time. Did you tell her your nickname…
It wasn’t awkward because he had lived like a fixture in the garden since he was young, but he thought he would rather not come when he made such a difficult request sometimes. But what can he do? Seidrick is the owner of this spacious mansion and garden.
The gardener looked at Alyssa’s impression in his heart.
She was a tender person who had the strength inside. Her eyes were shining. However, she had an atmosphere that was likely to collapse at the moment. It caught him in his heart, and he couldn’t turn his feet.
Before Seidrick left, there was one thing that he asked to do.
He just asked to give her an egg when she came to the garden a couple of times a month. He couldn’t figure out why the madam, who lives in the mansion, needed eggs. However, after meeting Alyssa today, he thought he knew the reason. She doesn’t require eggs now.
A couple of times in a month, she needs someone to find her.
Did Seidrick know or not? Did he pretend he didn’t know? With a bitter smile, the gardener handed out the basket to Alyssa.
“Sid told me to deliver this.”
“Oh. By the way, has Sid ever said anything about me?”
Alyssa asked again with open eyes. The gardener shook his head.
“Well… He was a person who often left. I just heard that the beautiful woman with platinum hair and purple eyes is the lady. However, when I thought about it, it seemed like you were the same person Sid was talking about.”
Somehow, he became an accomplice with Seidrick. The gardener can’t help it. He concealed his despondency and smiled.
“Ah. I see.”
Alyssa accepted the basket. She found eggs in the basket, which Sid had told to deliver. It was as warm as just laid eggs or the egg she shared with Sid the day before.
“Wow…”
Alyssa squeezed her hand, holding the egg and repeatedly opening it.
He brings such warm comfort without even being in the garden. She doesn’t know if that’s what Sid intended, but Alyssa put her lips over the egg. The warmth that the egg of the day gave seemed to spread to her coldly frozen lips.
Mimicking Sid, Alyssa drilled a small hole at the end of the egg.
And like then.
She drank a savory, warm egg that warmed her whole body. The little egg that fell to her throat filled Alyssa’s heart like Sid’s comfort. It feels like her empty stomach is overflowing. Alyssa laughed without realizing it.
“Do you like raw eggs? Ah. I’m rude…”
“No. It’s nice to have someone to talk to like this.”
Alyssa laughed.
“Sid and I shared this egg and became friends. But…”
Alyssa glanced at the gardener.
“Please feel free to call me Gilbert.”
“It would be impossible with Gilbert, right? Gilbert is already uncomfortable with me.”
Gilbert awkwardly smiled because he had nothing to deny. Although there is no resentment or personal feeling for Alyssa, it was true that he was uncomfortable just by the fact that she was the mistress of this mansion. Isn’t he cautious even now about saying a word?
Gilbert shook his head.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“No, Gilbert, it’s not something for Gilbert to be sorry about. This is… I mean.”
Only
Alyssa briefly turned her gaze to the lake. She then felt her emotions, and with a plain face, smiled. It was rather sad enough in Gilbert’s watching mind.
“This is the karma I was born with.”
Noble princess, Alyssa.
Karma with that status. To that extent, he couldn’t even dare to guess how lonely she had lived. Originally, Gilbert was born a blacksmith’s son and became a gardener after being noticed by the predecessor Duke. It was a balanced life that wasn’t too bad.
His son and daughter were married when they’re adults, and he was happy to live the rest of his life alone with his wife.
