How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 61

“Hmm~ hmm-hmm~!”

A man wearing a wide-brimmed postman’s hat pushed through the towering forest, where trees reached as if to touch the sky, with vigorous strides.

He was Dylan, the sole postman of a small village nestled at the edge of Tilin.

Among the reserved and emotionally restrained people of Tilin—whose expressions rarely showed due to the cold weather—Dylan’s ever-changing, lively facial muscles stood out clearly.

Even in this modest village, the postman Dylan had his regulars: a faded blue-roofed house at the village’s far end, reached by walking straight down the forest path.

This house was a boys’ orphanage run by two priests renowned throughout the region for their kindness, receiving and sending various letters every single day.

Broadly speaking, the letters fell into several categories: those arriving from or sent to the temple, those exchanged with prospective adopters, and finally, those from the orphanage’s adopted daughter who had enrolled in the academy this year.

Originally placed in the boys’ orphanage due to her name—Nigel, typically given to boys—this adopted daughter captivated attention with her endearing appearance and, contrary to looks, her sharp and decisive behavior, earning quiet affection from the adults of Tilin, including Dylan.

News that Nigel, despite having no proper educational institution nearby, had self-studied and gained admission to the Imperial Academy caused a huge stir in the small village.

Even the usually humble priests couldn’t stay calm this time, beaming proudly with wide grins.

After Nigel left, letters began arriving and departing regularly—once or twice a week. Every time Dylan delivered a letter from Nigel, seeing the orphanage residents light up with joy made him feel as happy as if it were his own good fortune.

However, a few weeks ago, the letters abruptly stopped, as if it had all been a lie.

Worried, Dylan casually asked for news, and Ron, the orphanage director, replied with a broad smile that Nigel would be returning to Tilin for her school break.

Now that Nigel was back, a new regular had appeared at the blue-roofed house.

Letters addressed to Nigel began arriving nearly every day.

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