I haven’t been able to send letters these days because people from the McKinnon family came. Diane calls me to her room from morning to night, and I don’t even have time to read or write letters.

Even now, I’m secretly sneaking out during everyone’s sleeping hours to find a place with light to write letters.

If this continues, I might be mistaken for a thief. Since someone among your subordinates seems to be keeping an eye on me, let that person handle it, right?

I don’t have innate insight. That’s something Diane or you have. I’ll just make an effort.

I don’t know what kind of people the elders of the Grand House are, but I’m sure you’ll handle it well. I know.

Neris Trued] [Dear Employer,

Is it possible that your last letter got lost?

Neris Trued] [Dear Trued,

Our lord is likely puzzled by the long gap between the last letter you sent and this one. Under the lord’s command, I am providing updates.

Currently, our lord is dealing with matters that are difficult to express in writing.

To prevent any potential harm to Trued, we kindly request refraining from sending letters for a while.

Sedona Agricultural Cooperative] [Neris,

Are you well? Is the Parisher Lady treating you well?

You mentioned that it was a good decision to stay at school during this summer break, but staying at school during this time means dealing with the most boring novices.

It might sound funny if a theology student says this, but the theology students also dislike boredom. Can a person avoid it?

About my servant Dagon, I mentioned he went missing on his way to our uncle last time.

So, the ones who took care of my work for a while were Adams and recently, Priest Birk was dismissed. It’s a pity; he was a kind person.

I’ve never been to Parisher, but a guy in the same grade as me visited it the year before last.

It seems to be a well-known resort among Vista nobles. I’m glad you’re probably having a cool summer there.

About the guy from last time, I heard rumors that it’s a quite dangerous situation.

A brat who knows nothing, making a fuss about inheriting a title… No, forcing a bill… No, not that either.

Anyway, there seem to be rebellious angels among them. Since things happening in the Duchy usually don’t spread outside, I barely heard about this. I just wanted to let you know, just in case.

Never contact that guy. You’re unnecessarily kind, and you might get involved in strange things.

I know you have a kind disposition towards those who seem pitiful.

But those who extend their hands, including me, are not genuinely pitiful. Everyone has their way of surviving! Never put yourself in danger out of sympathy, understood?

Especially, that guy, I saw him that day, and he should have died with the amount of bleeding. I was surprised even as I treated him.

There were rumors that he seemed like he should have died, but it was true. Maybe he will handle this on his own this time.

Oh, the bell is ringing again. I applied for theology poison classes out of boredom in the summer, and I regret it. It’s so annoying. I hope your summer is more enjoyable.

As you’re a kid, have fun and eat lots of delicious things.

That’s it.

Ren]

Neris chuckled, unsure of the image she had in Ren’s mind.
The answer was something she couldn’t determine. “Yes, should I eat a lot of delicious things? Senior, are you still having fun since you’re young?” Ren was worried about Neris getting caught up in an unforeseen accident and was truly having unnecessary thoughts.

Neris wasn’t a saint who would recklessly extend her hand to someone who seemed pitiful. On the contrary, she was a surprising villain once you knew her true self, and even when helping others, she did so with calculation.

Ironically, it was Claudewin who was strangely meddlesome. Despite Abelus’ evaluation of him as a monster who didn’t know how to give affection, he was even helping Neris’s mother, who was peacefully living far away.

Certainly, there was a subordinate who demonstrated considerable creativity in responding to letters from the master, so Claudewin was actually beneficial to his people.

He even congratulated the little first-year on his birthday.

Letters between Neris and Claudewin, exchanged so frequently that it was incomprehensible how they went back and forth, had been interrupted for about a month.

Judging by the contents of the last letter from there, it seemed to be a considerable matter, and combining it with Ren’s warning, it appeared to be a really serious situation.

Neris wasn’t overly concerned about Claudewin. He had lived well until he became an adult in his past life.

However, because Neris intervened, there could be subtle differences in the details, so she was a little concerned.

Just a little.

It would be awkward if he died.

Neris’s fingers made a few stiff sounds as they settled on the desk where Ren’s letter was placed.

After contemplating, she first tore Ren’s letter. Then, she cut it into pieces and put it in the glass she had placed there to drink when she was thirsty. The paper slowly sank into the water. The writing soon became difficult to discern.

In winter, you could simply throw a letter into the fireplace, but in summer, it had to be dealt with in such a cumbersome way. You couldn’t waste firewood for no reason.

“Lady Neris.”

The voice of the castle’s maid calling Neris came from outside. Neris responded with an emotionless, virtuous voice.

“Yes.”

“Your mother is calling for you.”

Although this castle maid was a commoner, she had been friendly with the aristocratic couple since she was young, so there was a certain degree of hesitation.

As someone who should be treated differently from lightning-rich people like Angelo, Neris, who was in the service of this castle, deliberately used a more formal tone with her.

“Alright.”

Neris poured the water along the wall outside and casually squeezed the paper into the trash can. Then, with the calm expression that had always been visible since she came to Parisher, she left the room.