Ralph praised Yuan’s skills, daring to give orders to the mistress.

Yuan awkwardly laughed and shook off the bitter feelings about Claude.

Tap.

When knocking on Claude’s bedroom door, as always, there was no answer.

Even though it was always like that, his heart ached.

Without hearing such circumstances, how could he know? After hearing it, he felt the pain and wanted to do something for her.
Unexpectedly stepping into the bedroom, Claude didn’t give Yuan any more attention than usual. Even if Lancelot or Hena were to say that Claude, the actual protagonist, wouldn’t keep someone he didn’t like, and she couldn’t ask if he liked her, nothing had changed since he remained silent. Asking would make her unable to believe him. Denying it would hurt her even more.

“I’ll come up when the sun sets again.”

After a while, Claude nodded as if he might show up.

Yuan sighed with relief and faintly smiled.

The past cannot be undone, like finding a birthday present stolen by cousins when he was young.

Now, there’s nothing else but to make Claude, who looks lonely like a wounded lone wolf, a little happier.

Clean the annex faster, prepare a hearty lunch, and open the curtains to let him get used to the bright light again.

“Now, I’ll follow the people who go to fetch water more often to catch some fresh air.”

Yuan sought permission from Claude, who only stared at the prepared meal without saying anything.

He drank the soup without saying a word. Yuan patiently waited for him.

“Do whatever you want about that.”

Yuan wiped his chest at the usual dry response.

Rather than saying not to cross the line, such an answer was much better.

Now, Yuan heard his short permission as a message saying, “Feel free to do anything you want.”

“It would be good if Your Highness also went with them.”

The response to going one step further wasn’t very positive.

He narrowed his eyebrows as if he had no value in being in stock and then went back to the rocking chair and lay down.

There were hardly any horses in this desolate mansion.

Since Yuan had to sit in the luggage cart with the servants to go out with the water cart procession, the butler did not suggest going out.

But Yuan could only see Louise’s grave at that time.

Yuan scattered the fallen flower petals around Louise’s tomb and prayed for her to go to heaven.

And on the way back to the mansion with the luggage cart, suddenly.

Yuan wondered if Claude might want to come out of the bedroom.

That was the only time he could see the tomb of Louise.

Claude had rarely come outside in the past ten years.

It couldn’t have been less than a handful of times.

He couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Claude in his childhood, as heard from Hena, was quite active.

Even though he came out as an excuse to get some fresh air, she wasn’t particularly frustrated.

If it wasn’t to take care of Louise’s grave, she had no complaints about staying in the black mansion.

In the Felicia Mansion, it was difficult for Yuan to even go to the garden.

Unless it was around the laundry room or near the incinerator, he couldn’t dream at all.
Except when he was given tasks, Uncle Sukbu kept Yuan hidden from the public eye. Because his cousins teased and harassed Yuan, who couldn’t properly wash, calling him dirty, Yuan always hurriedly hid in his room.

Nowadays, he freely roamed most of the Black Mansion and just watching the garden being tended made the day pass quickly. Moreover, these days, he was busy cleaning the Western Pavilion.

“It seems the reason His Highness doesn’t even want to take a walk in the garden is probably because of his face.”

Yuan thought he should gradually make Claude’s face clean even during the day.

On the day the Western Pavilion became completely clean, Claude’s face should become just as clean. Yuan promised to work hard both day and night.

He wanted to erase all traces of the damn tyrant emperor from Claude’s face.

Entering Claude’s sickroom, Ranslet, who visited the Black Mansion for a condolence visit, brushed his chin while looking at the bright butler’s expression and Claude, who was casually flipping through documents.

“Has the sun risen in the west?”

“Butler. When someone comes to my house, check and report immediately.”

“Strictly speaking, since you didn’t inherit the Marquis Rocksen title, ‘legally’ this place is our father’s property, and later it will belong to Eddie.”

“You’re talking as if you’re going to die.”

“You’ve just been acting as if you were going to die until a moment ago.”