During his stay here, Jakal intended to take care of the children in Aisha’s absence and train them to become hunters so that they could live without her. He knew the feeling of suddenly becoming an orphan overnight very well.

And, more than anything, he wanted to know everything about Aisha—how she lived here, what memories she cherished. He just wanted to know everything about her.

That was his way of remembering and loving Aisha from a distance.

After finishing the meal, the children began to share stories related to Aisha one by one.

“Aisha sister is really bad at knitting! Once, she made a scarf for us because she was worried we might get cold, but there were so many holes in it that the chilly wind came through.”

Jakal chuckled at the remark.

Blushing, the child said, “It’s a secret from Aisha sister, but still, that scarf is my treasure No. 1. I’ve never taken it off my neck even once in winter.”
Jakal nodded as memories of the rabbit fur scarf Aisha had made for him in the past came to mind. He still treasured the scarf she made.

“Aisha loves flowers and plants a lot. Whenever we went to the mountains and found a flower with an unknown name, she was always curious about its name. Oh, and she also taught us how to distinguish medicinal herbs.”

“That’s right! And she brewed a lot of flower tea for us! We didn’t know the taste of tea, so we thought they were all the same.”

The children burst into laughter.

Jakal’s gaze became distant.

Just hearing the stories made it seem like Aisha’s presence in the village was vividly unfolding before his eyes.

He returned to his room and wrote a letter to Aisha.

While conveying the news of the village chief and the well-being of the orphans, he hesitated for a moment, lost in thought.

Seeing Jakal in that state, Sosa discreetly approached him.

“Are you writing a letter?”

Without looking at him, Jakal covered the letter with his hand.

Sosa smirked and asked, “Is it a love letter to Miss Aisha?”

“…….”

His expression became even more serious at the mention of a “love letter.”

Curious about why he was reacting that way, Sosa stared at him, and he showed her the letter.

“Read it once. If it’s okay.”

Reading the private contents, Sosa’s expression soon turned excessively dry.

Jakal, looking a bit uneasy, glanced at her, and Sosa, looking bewildered, asked, “Is this… like a report? Is it really for Miss Aisha?”

“……It says ‘To Aisha’ at the beginning.”

Seeing the excessively formal letter, Sosa was slightly shocked.

Maybe Jakal didn’t know that it was even more rigid than he had thought….

Returning the letter to Jakal, Sosa firmly stated, “Write it again. This won’t do.”

“Why? It seems to contain all the necessary information.”

“What? There’s not a single important thing in here! Can’t you see how disappointed Miss Aisha will be when she reads this! Write at least one cliché love phrase at the end!”

At his words, Jakal’s expression became even more serious.

Honestly, he also felt that something was wrong with this letter.

But even if he wanted to write romantic words, he had never written a love letter before, so he was perplexed.

Sighing, Jakal looked at Sosa.

“Women like romantic letters, right?”

“Well, yes. They say that men who write good letters are charming. When they receive a letter full of love, they read it over and over again and cherish it. Maybe you should write something like you did to me at that time. ‘My love, I miss you.'”

In response to her words, Jakal narrowed his eyes and chose his words even more carefully for the letter.

Sosa opened one eye and looked at him slyly, saying, “What are you thinking so hard about? Just write it like you did to me back then. ‘My love, I miss you.'”
When Sosa playfully acted, a rolled-up piece of sheepskin flew in from the side.

He quickly escaped from the room.

Jakal had already crumpled and thrown away several letters into the trash.

He thought that he should have written a proper love letter at least once in his life…

Although it was tough when it came to Sosa, writing a letter to someone he truly liked felt completely different.

But he put his heart into it, hoping that Aisha would read the letter and like it.

Soon, Jakal carefully wrapped the letter around Geb’s leg, tied it with a blue ribbon, and sent it flying.

The color of the ribbon symbolized him, making it clear that it was a letter he sent.

On the other hand, Aisha, in the palace, sat by the window, basking in the sunlight, gently stroking the wooden doll Jakal had given her.

Although their bodies were apart, their hearts were very close.

At that moment, in the distance, a hawk flew towards them, emitting a loud cry.

Aisha quickly pulled out the letter tied to its leg, her eyes widening as she recognized Geb’s hawk.

The hawk perched on the window sill of the queen’s palace and nodded its head.

Aisha eagerly retrieved the letter tied to its leg and began to read it slowly, one character at a time.

However, most of the letter contained information about missions.

Aisha sighed with relief at the news of the orphans but felt a slight disappointment, wondering if that was all.

But then, at the very bottom, a sentence caught her eye.

“……Here in the deep mountains, various flowers bloom. But the flower I really want to see isn’t here. Every day, I think of you while looking at these flowers.

……I love you. I miss you.

Dried flowers were delicately attached to the end of the letter.

Aisha burst into a happy laughter at the sincere letter from Jakal.

Thinking about how he gathered flowers, even though he had a pollen allergy, and carefully attached them to the letter, she found him so lovable that she couldn’t stand it.

Her heart itched, and she felt like hugging Shafi right away, giving him a little kiss on his nose.

No, looking at his widened face, she wanted to kiss him directly on the lips.

When that thought crossed her mind, Aisha blushed and fanned her face with her hand.

After carefully reading Jakal’s letter, pressing each character firmly, several more times, she picked up her pen and began to write a reply in the middle of the night.