To her, who had experienced the extreme cold brought on by the Witch of Winter in the previous timeline, the spring chill felt like no more than a cool breeze.
âHonestly, wouldnât my appearance look too neat if I put something like that on my shoulders?â
ââŠYes?â
The lady-in-waiting blinked, unable to understand Biancaâs words for a moment.
Bianca smiled bashfully as she lightly touched her flawless, white shoulder.
âI donât know much about my man, but Iâve heard rumors. Arenât men more interested in things that sneakily look like this?â
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[Cain’s POV]
ââŠItâs desolate.â
That was the thought that came to my mind as soon as I saw the garden behind the Marquis of Castana’s residence. Even to me, an outsider with no interest in gardening and not a hint of artistic flair, the state of the garden was truly dire.
Even the Duke of Estel, who was short on funds and couldnât afford much for garden decorations, did not leave his garden so unattended. At least, the Duke of Estel made efforts to plant seasonal flowers and shape the flower beds.
In contrast, the garden of the Marquis of Castana lacked even a trace of such minimal effort. Only evergreen trees and obscure wildflowers, like forget-me-nots, populated the space.
Originally, a familyâs garden was a place to receive guests, and in a sense, a symbol of the family.
The garden of the Marquis of Castana could not be considered normal by any standard. Now, it would be far more surprising if mages, who were not interested in anything but mana, actually enjoyed gardening in their spare time.
In that sense, Bianca, who wandered around humming and claiming to like this desolate garden, was certainly an outlier among mages. I had concluded that mages were all psychopaths who had withered away their sensibilities, but I had never imagined Bianca would have such a girlish sensibility.
It was then that Bianca, who was examining the garden with a rather excited expression, smiled softly at me and then slipped her arm around my left.
ââŠBianca, what are you doing?â
âWhat do you mean, what am I doing? Isnât this the obvious thing for a fiancĂ©e to do? If you canât even link arms with someone youâre in a relationship with, what kind of lover is that? Donât forget, weâre supposed to be in a romantic relationship publicly.â
ââŠ..â
Seeing Bianca reply as if it were the most natural thing, I found myself at a loss for words.
As she said, perhaps it was only natural for a fiancĂ©e to link arms. Meanwhile, I could barely hold Sarahâs wrist, even after being engaged to her for many years, and I just stood there awkwardly.
ââŠRather than standing here, canât we talk while walking?â
I nodded silently as Bianca whispered softly to me.
Arm in arm, she and I began to slowly stroll through the garden of the Marquis of Castana. For some reason, todayâs Bianca seemed unusually mild compared to her usual self.
âYoung Lord Cain, can I ask you something?â
ââŠWhat is it?â
âHow do I look today?â
Saying that, Bianca stepped back from me with her hands behind her back.
Biancaâs overall appearance against the backdrop of wildflowers scattered haphazardly in the garden caught my eye.
The first thing I noticed was how her white shoulders were casually exposed. A gust of wind suddenly blew through, lifting her hair and her black dress slightly.
In that moment, without even realizing it, the words slipped from my mouth.
ââŠPretty.â
âPretty? Really?â
I nodded as Bianca took a step closer, her eyes sparkling at my thoughtless compliment. At my simple remark, Bianca gave me a faint smile.
âA compliment⊠from youâŠâ
Saying this, Bianca moved closer to the flower bed, where wildflowers grew at random. Squatting down, she gently caressed the flowers with one hand.
âYoung Lord Cain, can you pick this flower?â
ââŠYou want me to pick it?â
âYes. Pick it, I want you to give it to me. Itâs not very difficult. Do it quickly.â
ââŠ..â
If it wasnât difficult, I couldnât understand why she was asking me instead of doing it herself. Perhaps she didnât want to dirty her hands, as she was a girl who had been raised with dignity.
I sighed softly and picked the unknown wildflower before her, handing it to her. The moment she received the flower from me, her face brightened.
Truly, this girl was, in the past, now, and in the future, someone who enjoyed making strange requests of others.
ââŠHaha, Bianca. You really like flowers.â
ââŠDo I?â
âYes, the other day, in the garden of the Duke of Estel, you seemed to love the flowers there too. That was nice.â
I still remembered Bianca, lost in admiration, caressing the hyacinths blooming in the garden of the Duke of Estel.
At my words, Bianca giggled mischievously.
âNo way. Young Lord Cain, you know nothing about women.â
She murmured softly, holding the wildflower I had picked as if it were something very precious.
ââŠActually, I donât really like flowers.â
HELP:
During the recent unrest in the country I am from, our family hardware store was broken into and looted by thugs. I don’t know why they did it, since my family has always been minding our own business, without bothering anyone else. I’m guessing some people are taking advantage of the current lawless and chaotic state of the country.
Anyways, the incident now leaves me as the only earning member of my family. Long time readers know that I was already dealing with a mountain of trouble (that I inherited from my father), and was already struggling. I had created a plan of action, and was steadily moving forward. But this incident destroyed whatever plans I had, again. I don’t know why bad things keep happening to me again and again. I might as well be cursed or something.
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