Certainly, here’s the translation:

“As expected. You seem to have forgotten. I mentioned that since we hastily prepared that day, we couldn’t express our feelings properly, and I wanted to properly express our sincerity once again,” Kyle said.

Upon hearing Kyle’s words, Ael widened her eyes. It was merely a polite remark, and it seemed like the matter had already concluded.

However, Kyle was speaking as if he had forgotten that Ael had agreed to contact him separately.

The lady of the manor, listening to their conversation, couldn’t hide the corners of her mouth rising at the mention of expressing sincerity.

It had been quite an event last time, and the thought of receiving another one made her momentarily forget about Elise’s situation.

“Also, I don’t know if the message was relayed, but today, I came on behalf of Lady Aelfrida with a request.”

“Yes, I heard. She wishes for me to teach Ancient Elvish…”

“That’s correct. However, Lady Aradis suggested that it would be highly inappropriate in Denerthum. So, I won’t dare to make any further requests.”
Certainly, here’s the translation:

Ael pursed her lips at Kyle’s seemingly resolute words.

If I offer to teach Ancient Elvish, would that mean she would go to Ash Harbor again? Would she be able to see the bustling activity of people like back then?

Every day, as she passed through the bustling streets and the wind from the sea blew, she gazed at the ships that seemed ready to set sail at any moment, hoping that someday she too would board one…

Her imagination carried her to that point, and Ael shuddered. Then, unconsciously, she covered her mouth with her hand.

“Oh my goodness.”

She had thought she had forgotten everything related to Ash Harbor since that day, but suddenly her mind was filled with vivid visions.

Leaving this house, working among people, and leaving this country…

Ael was taken aback by her belated realization of her desires when she heard Kyle’s voice from outside again.

“Lady Aelfrida, anytime is fine. Please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He spoke as if making a solemn oath.

“I’ll listen to anything you have to say.”
Certainly, here’s the translation:

“I’ve only wasted money and time,” Ino said sullenly as he leaned against the carriage on the way back from the author’s house.

The visit to Author Aradis had been a failure. He had only handed over the gifts he brought and had failed to bring Aelfrida to Ash Harbor.

“Yeah,” Calon replied, equally solemn. Suddenly, Ino straightened up at his tone and spoke with a tense expression.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Huh?”

“Or why are you so angry if not for that?”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Unable to understand Ino’s gibberish, Calon looked at him, and Ino continued to speak while remaining stiff.

“I’ve been with you, Sir Calon, for several years. I can’t even recognize when you’re angry? You get really mad when the height difference decreases like now. Clearly, during the bankruptcy of the Tarin Republic last time…”

“Ino.”

Ino fell silent at the low voice that came again.
Certainly, here’s the translation:

The bankruptcy of the Tarin Republic was orchestrated by Ash Harbor, more precisely, it was a project devised by Calon.

It was a damned country, to be sure. Behind the name “republic,” they were involved in all sorts of illegal activities.

Among them, the country that Calon despised the most was the one that operated human trafficking and slave markets under the leadership of the legislature.

“I was really scared back then.”

Ino knew that there was a more perfect destruction than trampling with guns at that time.

The people of Tarin lost their country’s name and their future. They didn’t deserve pity.

Their wealth was all made up of stolen lives of others.

And Calon’s voice back then was similar to now.

“Why on earth?”

As Ino looked at that shabby author, he couldn’t for the life of him understand what had made Calon so angry.

Author Aradis? They had encountered countless individuals worse than that same insignificant man.
Certainly, here’s the translation:

So there wouldn’t be a reason for Calon to suddenly be furious with a person like an author now…

Thinking about it now won’t solve anything. That’s why Ino made the best choice he could.

“Just stay quiet.”

While Ino had made a wise choice, Calon was lost in thought for a while.

“There must be someone else.”

Calon had realized it from the moment he was directed to Ael’s room.

The fact that Ael wasn’t alone beyond the door.

Since all the servants he had seen when entering seemed to have seen him, the one accompanying Ael was likely the author’s wife or Elise, who hadn’t shown herself.

Furthermore, Calon noticed a faint tremor in the voice coming from inside. As if the person were being threatened.

At that moment, Calon recalled the commotion Ino had mentioned at the reception. It gave him a clue as to why Ael wasn’t showing herself.
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