Today, Dia had a composition class. When we say composition, the main focus was on memorizing popular poems and correcting handwriting.

“You… come to me… become a beautiful flower for me…”

Dia repeatedly read the lines, diligently writing at the same time. Sometimes, she closed her eyes to memorize.

Irene corrected Dia’s handwriting and taught her which words and sentences to emphasize when reciting the poem.

“I don’t really have anything to help with.”

During the remaining time, Deborah decided to write a letter to send to Lady Saint, who had always been concerned about her.

Deborah’s graceful pen movement came to a halt. She gazed seriously at the fountain pen in her hand.

“Hmm.”

“Why are you like that?”

Irene, who had gifted her the fountain pen, asked with a worried tone. Deborah, still maintaining a serious expression, spoke.

“It’s good.”

Her response felt somewhat out of place, making Irene quickly blink and ask.

“Huh? What is it?”

“I really like this fountain pen. The writing feel is good, the weight is good, and, above all, the design and colors. I really like them.”

Seeing Deborah earnestly praising the pen, Irene couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

Even Dia, who had been diligently memorizing poems, belatedly agreed with Deborah’s opinion.

“Right. It’s really pretty, and it writes well.”

“Thank you both for being so satisfied.”

Irene asked Deborah with a smile covering her mouth.

“By the way, can I ask where you bought this fountain pen? I want to give one as a gift too.”

“Oh my, teaching you isn’t difficult.”

Irene wrote down the stationery store’s address on a blank piece of paper. Taking the address, Deborah closed her eyes and smiled.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I think I can give a nice gift.”

Deborah wanted to gift this fountain pen to Lady Saint. Considering her wealth, it might seem like a meager gift, but if you thought about it, there wasn’t much she could give to Lady Saint.

‘In the end, what matters is the sentiment.’

With a faint smile, Irene asked, “May I inquire whom you’re going to give the gift to?”

“Oh, before coming to the Baker family, I served a lady. I want to send it to her.”

“Ah, I see. You’ll give it to the person you recommended this place to. But isn’t this design a bit young for someone of her age?”

“Hehe. Since the lady’s taste is younger than mine, it should be fine.”

Sometimes, Lady Saint would sit Deborah down and tie her hair.

“Oh, Madam! Please don’t do this!”
“No. I don’t want to see a young girl like an old lady. You’re not a girl who lacks taste. Why don’t you adorn yourself?”

Lady Saint, with a mix of firmness and playfulness, would say such things.
She hummed a tune and gently touched Deborah’s head with a tender gesture.

Although it was awkward, the truth was that someone hadn’t touched her head since the time of the Gahm family, making her feel excited.

‘Since I’m buying a gift, I should also buy gifts for others.’

Shopping alone, especially for gifts rather than essential items, was truly exciting for Deborah after a long time.

At Irene’s suggestion to take a short break, Deborah immediately sought out Cedric. She wanted to set the outing schedule right away since she was already thinking about it.

‘Baker said to tell him everything, but for such schedules, consulting with the steward, Mr. Rayford, would be more appropriate.’

Moreover, today, Zen returned to the mansion after sunrise.

‘After saying that, he went straight to the office.’

Deborah worried about Zen. Could he handle such a schedule?

‘He’s young now, so it might be okay. But someday, his body will break down.’

However, Deborah also knew why Zen worked so hard, even if it meant subjecting himself to exhaustion.

It wasn’t just to live well or for revenge.

‘Revenge…’

Even thinking about it made her heart heavy.

‘Revenge ultimately leads to emptiness, they say.’

Deborah, too, had experienced unjust and sorrowful events. At times, she had even wished for their misfortune.

But she never dreamed of revenge. She didn’t have the strength for it, and even if she did revenge, it wouldn’t improve the future.

‘Can Mr. Baker not give up revenge?’

Even though she had come this far for revenge, would he not be satisfied with the current situation?

As these thoughts reached their peak, Deborah unconsciously touched her forehead.

‘Look at me. What am I thinking right now?’

She didn’t believe revenge was the right action.

However, it was impolite and even more impolite for her, who knew nothing about the details except that Zen had been rejected by the Vane Duke, to hope Zen would give up revenge.

‘All I can do for him is to work hard on the given mission. To make it so that he can pay less attention to the young lady.’

Helping Zen seemed like the only way for Deborah.