The First Letter (79)

In an open clearing where moonlight poured down like a curtain, a man and a woman stood amid the stillness of the late night.

They were Ian and Seria. The man silently stared at Seria’s back. His fingers, clasped behind his back, fidgeted. It was a habit that appeared whenever the woman grew nervous.

It was a familiar sight by now. Ian had gradually adapted to Seria’s poor social skills, so he decided to wait until she relaxed. Patience was a virtue of the nobility, after all.

After waiting a long while for her to speak, the girl finally seemed to reach a decision and turned around. Her gray hair fluttered beneath the cold moonlight.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she immediately lowered her head. It was not an attitude one noble would normally show toward another. It was clearly the deference one showed to a superior.

Her waist bent almost to a right angle. The man looked down at her in bewilderment. Then, a moment later, a clear voice rang out through the clearing.

“Th-thank you… I-I’m grateful, Senior Ian!”

Had she really been that nervous just to offer her thanks?

The man almost let out a hollow laugh, but soon settled for a wry smile instead. His head shook on its own. Then again, trembling over something this ordinary was very much like Seria.

She had seemed frustrating at first, but now she looked cute. The nickname ‘Yurdina brat’ did not suit such a lovable girl. Before he knew it, her ability to express her emotions had become quite developed as well...