An Old Country Bumpkin Counsels a Child

“...Hm.”

“Ah.”

I hurried back to Lucy’s house, asked for directions to the nearest carriage stop, and was just about to set off again when I opened the door once more.

And there I ran right into Myui, a guest of the house. Standing beside her was a young woman, perhaps her attendant, dressed in clothes much like Halwi-san’s.

“Myui. I was wondering where you’d gone—you were outside.”

“...Mm.”

Her reply was curt.

But the sharp edges had mostly worn away, and even in her curt reply, I couldn’t sense any disgust or unease. Good, good.

“Oh, Myui, you’re back. Did you manage to buy everything?”

“...Mm.”...