Immediately following, Butler Gustaf, who came out right away, opened the front door quickly, vowing to strictly enforce the basic and important education that staring at the owner is impolite.

It couldn’t be helped because the gatekeeper had frozen stiff, staring only at Claude’s face.

As the silence, in which not even the sound of a falling needle could be heard, passed, the maids who were sweeping and wiping the floor on the first floor breathed as if they had been plunged into water and then lifted out.

“Look, did you see?”

“What did I just see?”

“I saw it! I saw it clearly!”

The faces of the young maids, who had been pale and trembling with fear, turned as red as apples, as if they had ripened like a promise.

The stillness was short-lived. The hall Claude left was soon filled with the voices of the servants.

“Master’s face…”

“Much cleaner than I thought!”

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful person in my life.”

It was the result of the relentless suffering that Yuan had brought about for ten years.

The lake that had been frozen finally cracked open as if it had been receiving the spring sun consistently.

The atmosphere inside the frozen mansion broke with his appearance.

Not only the young maids but also the gatekeepers, who had started guarding the door again after receiving Gustaf’s scorn, naturally gathered at the windows.

The man with dazzling golden hair under the sunlight was heading towards the west wing of the mansion.

“Madam, even if it’s winter, the sunlight is too strong. Take a break and do it.”

“I’m done. If I just finish here, this part should be almost done.”

Yuan responded to Henna’s concern, wiping the sweat on his forehead with his shoulders while holding a bucket of diluted cleaning potion. Henna, who was chasing after Yuan with the bucket, took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped Yuan’s sweat, who shyly smiled at her meticulous care.

“Thank you, Henna.”

“You asked me to lend you my hand, right? Well, Madame does everything, and the only thing I can do is this.”

Yuan, who was smiling faintly, focused his eyes again and started sweeping vigorously. For the past few days, Yuan had been immersed in cleaning as if he had been bitten on the back of his foot.

Claude, who had never seemed to leave his bedroom, finally came out.

Moreover, it comforted Yuan, who lost Louise and became like family, and Yuan clearly received great comfort from him.

After just one indifferent remark asking not to worry, without exchanging any words, Yuan couldn’t forget the air inside the carriage that day.

When he asked not to worry, it really felt like there was no need to worry about anything.

And he wanted to see the vivid light of joy in his indifferent eyes, which were gazing at the scenery outside the carriage.

As Yuan concentrated, gathering his lips and starting to sweep aggressively, the tangled strands of black hair seemed to flow down like a running stream.

Henna, laughing softly and saying, ‘You’re gathering your lips cutely again,’ quickly put down the bucket she was holding.
She rummaged through the apron front pocket, found a suitable ribbon, and stealthily approached Yuan, who had moved a few steps away.

Thanks to her diligent care, Madame’s black hair, which used to be frizzy, gained shine day by day.

With Henna proudly smiling, as soon as she untied the ribbon hanging at the end of Yuan’s hair, Yuan’s sweeping abruptly stopped.

Yuan, sensing the subtly changed atmosphere, stood up and turned around.

“Master?”

Yuan discovered Claude standing tall at the entrance of the west wing fence.

The small details of the red interior of the small annex, where she had been hanging all day, were undoubtedly filling his eyes.

There are still three days left!

It’s not finished yet!

Yuan’s dismay was inevitable.

“Why already…”

Yuan, with the broom in his hand, could only gape his mouth.

Claude’s face, without even wearing a mask, looked perfect from this distance.

It seemed perfect, as if it were painted with golden paint, harmonizing with the pouring sunlight.

The cold air struggling at the end of winter even seemed to turn into warm spring when passing him.

Light footsteps, slightly flowing bangs. An immaculate forehead that shone brightly without receiving sunlight for a long time.

Beyond well-groomed eyebrows and delicate eyebrows, the slightly decadent, deeply carved eye sockets.

The eyelids that used to always hang lazily seemed a bit less so today.

Under the fluttering eyelashes, meticulously crafted amethyst-like irises repeatedly emitted the vivid light Yuan had longed to see.

In the moment when Yuan’s mind was somewhat entranced by the appearance resembling a masterpiece of a famous painter, he suddenly snapped to attention and muttered as if rebuking him.

“It hasn’t even been a week yet.”

The vivid purple eyes with a clear light lingered for a long time on her face, fluttered here and there, and finally gathered again on her face, where her plump lips were pouring out embarrassed words.