"Ah..."
A pitiful exclamation flowed through Reese's teeth.
Shayne continued speaking, gently stroking the child's head.
“Eventually, I gave up on everything. I ran away. From my miserable and pitiful daily life.”
“...”
“Of course, the Duke’s office was in chaos. There was a mountain of work to be done, but there was no one to handle it. I knew that if I let go, many people would be in trouble, but I couldn’t help it.”
Even though she had been receiving training to become a successor since she was young, Shayne was only fifteen years old at the time.
Controlling my mind wasn't easy.
“It’s urgent, please take care of this one thing. I ignored the aides chasing after me and went into the bedroom. It was the first time in my life that I had ever been out of the loop.”
“...”
“About two days have passed like that? I was tired of lying listlessly in bed, so I went to my grandfather’s study to read a book. But when I entered the study, I suddenly remembered the old days.”
“The old days?”
“When my grandfather was alive, I would visit him whenever I had the chance. I would sit on his lap while he was working and pester him, asking him how to do this or how to do that. At the time, my grandfather was the only person I could rely on in the house, but it was fun. Learning about the family business.”
Watching and learning from her grandfather's way of doing things, Shayne imagined herself one day raising a Duke of her own.
The Duke of Veloce will protect the good, eradicate the bad, and become stronger and more perfect.
“How could something I loved so much feel like a burden?”
Shayne, who had been laughing as if she couldn't understand at all, met Reese' gaze again.
“No matter how much you like something, if you force yourself to do it, you’ll lose interest. And naturally, your skills will decline. But the love that lies beneath it won’t disappear. That is if you really liked it.”
"Affection..."
Reese muttered with a complicated expression. Shayne smiled faintly and gently wrapped her arms around Reese's shoulders.
“Don’t think too hard about it, Reese. Just have fun with it. Even if it doesn’t work out and the workshop’s income suffers, you’ll still have enough money to live off of, right?”
"Yes?"
Reese tilted his head as if to ask what she was talking about.
“Don’t you remember? The gold coins your father poured into the gambling house.”
"Ah!"
Only then did Reese remember.
There were probably at least a hundred gold coins in his pocket. If he spent them sparingly, it would be enough to feed a family of four for eight years.
“I forgot. I was already worried about how I would provide for my family if the income from the workshop was cut off... I guess I was worrying for nothing.”
“Yeah. You don’t have to work as if you’re being chased to support your family anymore. So have fun. Yes?”
Shayne, who had been giving advice affectionately, looked out the window at the darkness and muttered, “Oh my, time flies so fast...”
“I guess I should go in now. Reese, don’t stay out too late either. At your age, you need to eat and sleep well to grow well. Yes?”
Shayne, who had been patted on the shoulder by Reese as if encouraging him, left the workshop first.
But Reese didn't even think about seeing her off and just stood there blankly.
“Have fun, have fun...”
He couldn't even remember when he last felt that way while making pottery.
Because he was beaten by his father every day and worked hard to meet the deadline.
But if you think about it carefully...
“Grandpa, Grandpa! Look at this! I made a pile of dirt!”
“No, I never taught you how... Hehe, you are my grandson after all!”
“Hehehe. I guess I have talent to this extent, right?”
“Yes, indeed. You are a Spencer. Judging from the way you imitate things just by looking over someone’s shoulder, our grandson must be a prodigy. In your generation, you might have a very big workshop.”
“Yes! When I grow up, I will make the Spence Workshop’s name more widely known! Look forward to it, Grandpa!”
“Hahaha. Yeah, yeah.”
When he was very young, he snuck into his grandfather's workshop and first picked up a potter's wheel.
At that time, he was thrilled by the feel of the soft clay and couldn't hide his happiness as he watched the pottery being created by his fingertips.
'Ha, why do you talk so much?'
I stuck my head out the window and sighed deeply as I watched Chihara looking around curiously.
“I didn’t realize it because I’ve been mostly confined to the workshop since I became a relic, but the world has changed a lot. The buildings and the clothing of humans have become more sophisticated. Before I became a relic, it was unthinkable for women to walk around with their shoulders exposed like that. Women have really become bolder.”
Why is he so talkative when he looks like he's locked up in his study and reading a book?
The Marquis spat out annoyedly, wondering if he was the only one who thought that way.
“It’s so noisy I could die. Why do you have so much to say?”
“That’s right. This is the first time I’ve learned that relics can speak. Adam has never said a word before.”
I have never even seen his real form, let alone spoken words.
“I think it’s wrong to just sigh anyway, but should I call Adam too? I wonder what he looks like.”
As he was taking out the sacred relic of Adam and staring at it intently, Chihara interrupted.
“Even if you call him, he won’t answer. He doesn’t like to be personally close to you.”
“Really? Is he an introvert?”
“Rather than being introverted, he’s someone who judges humans on behalf of Lord Hethel. I guess it’s to prevent fairness from being compromised.”
“Oh, I see.”
I nodded, roughly figuring out Adam's personality through Chihara's words.
Chihara, who had been staring blankly at me, straightened his posture and pulled his head out of the window.
“But then someone dared to take the position of the goddess, so Hethel’s prophecy has finally come true.”
“Is this a prophecy?”
“The goddess once said that someone would grab her by the ankle and threaten the world.”
“The goddess said such things...”
It seems that the goddess had foreseen that this situation would occur.
'So she must have turned her close associates into holy relics and entrusted them with holy power.'
But if the goddess had anticipated everything, why didn't she prevent it in advance?
'Is Ibis so strong that even a goddess can't do anything about her?'
At that time, I was lost in thought, and I had a serious expression on my face.
Rattle.
The carriage lurched violently and tilted to one side.
A pitiful exclamation flowed through Reese's teeth.
Shayne continued speaking, gently stroking the child's head.
“Eventually, I gave up on everything. I ran away. From my miserable and pitiful daily life.”
“...”
“Of course, the Duke’s office was in chaos. There was a mountain of work to be done, but there was no one to handle it. I knew that if I let go, many people would be in trouble, but I couldn’t help it.”
Even though she had been receiving training to become a successor since she was young, Shayne was only fifteen years old at the time.
Controlling my mind wasn't easy.
“It’s urgent, please take care of this one thing. I ignored the aides chasing after me and went into the bedroom. It was the first time in my life that I had ever been out of the loop.”
“...”
“About two days have passed like that? I was tired of lying listlessly in bed, so I went to my grandfather’s study to read a book. But when I entered the study, I suddenly remembered the old days.”
“The old days?”
“When my grandfather was alive, I would visit him whenever I had the chance. I would sit on his lap while he was working and pester him, asking him how to do this or how to do that. At the time, my grandfather was the only person I could rely on in the house, but it was fun. Learning about the family business.”
Watching and learning from her grandfather's way of doing things, Shayne imagined herself one day raising a Duke of her own.
The Duke of Veloce will protect the good, eradicate the bad, and become stronger and more perfect.
“How could something I loved so much feel like a burden?”
Shayne, who had been laughing as if she couldn't understand at all, met Reese' gaze again.
“No matter how much you like something, if you force yourself to do it, you’ll lose interest. And naturally, your skills will decline. But the love that lies beneath it won’t disappear. That is if you really liked it.”
"Affection..."
Reese muttered with a complicated expression. Shayne smiled faintly and gently wrapped her arms around Reese's shoulders.
“Don’t think too hard about it, Reese. Just have fun with it. Even if it doesn’t work out and the workshop’s income suffers, you’ll still have enough money to live off of, right?”
"Yes?"
Reese tilted his head as if to ask what she was talking about.
“Don’t you remember? The gold coins your father poured into the gambling house.”
"Ah!"
Only then did Reese remember.
There were probably at least a hundred gold coins in his pocket. If he spent them sparingly, it would be enough to feed a family of four for eight years.
“I forgot. I was already worried about how I would provide for my family if the income from the workshop was cut off... I guess I was worrying for nothing.”
“Yeah. You don’t have to work as if you’re being chased to support your family anymore. So have fun. Yes?”
Shayne, who had been giving advice affectionately, looked out the window at the darkness and muttered, “Oh my, time flies so fast...”
“I guess I should go in now. Reese, don’t stay out too late either. At your age, you need to eat and sleep well to grow well. Yes?”
Shayne, who had been patted on the shoulder by Reese as if encouraging him, left the workshop first.
But Reese didn't even think about seeing her off and just stood there blankly.
“Have fun, have fun...”
He couldn't even remember when he last felt that way while making pottery.
Because he was beaten by his father every day and worked hard to meet the deadline.
But if you think about it carefully...
“Grandpa, Grandpa! Look at this! I made a pile of dirt!”
“No, I never taught you how... Hehe, you are my grandson after all!”
“Hehehe. I guess I have talent to this extent, right?”
“Yes, indeed. You are a Spencer. Judging from the way you imitate things just by looking over someone’s shoulder, our grandson must be a prodigy. In your generation, you might have a very big workshop.”
“Yes! When I grow up, I will make the Spence Workshop’s name more widely known! Look forward to it, Grandpa!”
“Hahaha. Yeah, yeah.”
When he was very young, he snuck into his grandfather's workshop and first picked up a potter's wheel.
At that time, he was thrilled by the feel of the soft clay and couldn't hide his happiness as he watched the pottery being created by his fingertips.
Reese, who had been quietly spreading his lips as he recalled the time when he had left playing ball and collecting insects behind and was buried in the dirt, grabbed the dirt again.
The next day, when I went to Reese's studio, there were ten ceramic pieces on the workbench, drying.
It was still unfired and unglazed, so from a distance it looked like just a lump of clay, but the soft, flowing curves were so beautiful that it seemed certain that it would be a very high-quality piece of porcelain when it was finished.
“You overcame your slump, Reese. That’s really admirable.”
“As I recalled the happy memories I had following the Saint’s advice, my hands moved naturally. Although I am still not as good as when I received Chihara’s help.”
Chihara shook his head as Reese scratched the back of his neck, smiling bashfully.
“No, it’s great. It’s a really beautiful piece of work. I don’t have to be anxious anymore.”
Reese, who was spreading his lips as he followed Chiha’s affectionate smile, said.
“Thank you so much for everything, Chihara. Thanks to you, I was able to maintain my workshop and support my family. I will never forget this favor.”
Chihara hugged Reese, who bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude, without saying a word.
After solving the problem of the lease, we got into the carriage with Chihara.
'Oh, I'm tired.'
After giving advice to Reese last night, I returned to my room calmly, but I couldn't sleep easily.
I was worried that my advice would help Reese and that Reese would be able to break out of his shell and reclaim his former talents.
'I ended up sleeping for about three or four hours?'
Luckily, Reese managed to overcome his slump, but I was exhausted to death.
So, I want to get some shut-eye while the carriage is moving...
***
The next day, when I went to Reese's studio, there were ten ceramic pieces on the workbench, drying.
It was still unfired and unglazed, so from a distance it looked like just a lump of clay, but the soft, flowing curves were so beautiful that it seemed certain that it would be a very high-quality piece of porcelain when it was finished.
“You overcame your slump, Reese. That’s really admirable.”
“As I recalled the happy memories I had following the Saint’s advice, my hands moved naturally. Although I am still not as good as when I received Chihara’s help.”
Chihara shook his head as Reese scratched the back of his neck, smiling bashfully.
“No, it’s great. It’s a really beautiful piece of work. I don’t have to be anxious anymore.”
Reese, who was spreading his lips as he followed Chiha’s affectionate smile, said.
“Thank you so much for everything, Chihara. Thanks to you, I was able to maintain my workshop and support my family. I will never forget this favor.”
Chihara hugged Reese, who bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude, without saying a word.
***
After solving the problem of the lease, we got into the carriage with Chihara.
'Oh, I'm tired.'
After giving advice to Reese last night, I returned to my room calmly, but I couldn't sleep easily.
I was worried that my advice would help Reese and that Reese would be able to break out of his shell and reclaim his former talents.
'I ended up sleeping for about three or four hours?'
Luckily, Reese managed to overcome his slump, but I was exhausted to death.
So, I want to get some shut-eye while the carriage is moving...
'Ha, why do you talk so much?'
I stuck my head out the window and sighed deeply as I watched Chihara looking around curiously.
“I didn’t realize it because I’ve been mostly confined to the workshop since I became a relic, but the world has changed a lot. The buildings and the clothing of humans have become more sophisticated. Before I became a relic, it was unthinkable for women to walk around with their shoulders exposed like that. Women have really become bolder.”
Why is he so talkative when he looks like he's locked up in his study and reading a book?
The Marquis spat out annoyedly, wondering if he was the only one who thought that way.
“It’s so noisy I could die. Why do you have so much to say?”
“That’s right. This is the first time I’ve learned that relics can speak. Adam has never said a word before.”
I have never even seen his real form, let alone spoken words.
“I think it’s wrong to just sigh anyway, but should I call Adam too? I wonder what he looks like.”
As he was taking out the sacred relic of Adam and staring at it intently, Chihara interrupted.
“Even if you call him, he won’t answer. He doesn’t like to be personally close to you.”
“Really? Is he an introvert?”
“Rather than being introverted, he’s someone who judges humans on behalf of Lord Hethel. I guess it’s to prevent fairness from being compromised.”
“Oh, I see.”
I nodded, roughly figuring out Adam's personality through Chihara's words.
Chihara, who had been staring blankly at me, straightened his posture and pulled his head out of the window.
“But then someone dared to take the position of the goddess, so Hethel’s prophecy has finally come true.”
“Is this a prophecy?”
“The goddess once said that someone would grab her by the ankle and threaten the world.”
“The goddess said such things...”
It seems that the goddess had foreseen that this situation would occur.
'So she must have turned her close associates into holy relics and entrusted them with holy power.'
But if the goddess had anticipated everything, why didn't she prevent it in advance?
'Is Ibis so strong that even a goddess can't do anything about her?'
At that time, I was lost in thought, and I had a serious expression on my face.
Rattle.
The carriage lurched violently and tilted to one side.
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