Chapter 6 – 2. Carriage Service (1)
Eirin said.
“But the young master can’t write… No, don’t you hate it?”
I noticed Eirin’s words change slightly. Well, there’s no way that stupid Yulian isn’t good at writing.
I couldn’t tell the truth in front of her, so it seemed like she changed what she said behind her back.
“Okay. It is not difficult to write a single letter.”
“Still…”
“If you’re that anxious, you can write it all down and check it out. Isn’t it?”
“That is true. So far, I’ve been in charge of ghostwriting, so checking the letter is quite possible.”
Come to think of it, that’s a surprising statement. Ei-Lin thinks that she considers herself insignificant, and it seems that Yulian has always been treated the same way.
Unlike modern times, many people in this era could not read.
‘It was that kind of setting.’
If she was educated enough to be able to read like now and even write a letter to her princess, Ei-rin was no ordinary person.
‘But. Eirin is too classy to be just a maid. If she just changes her clothes, it’s enough to believe that she’s a noble lady.’
I said to Erin.
“Then Arin, why don’t you have some tea while I write the letter?”
“It’s tea. How could I do such a precious thing in this place where the young master is?”
“Have some tea. The tea and cups are here, so could you serve me some warm water?”
“The water can be heated here.”
I don’t know what magic tool it is. Curiously, water boiled from the teapot on the table.
Eirin and I shared the tea together. As Eirin said, the tea was very luxurious and had a unique taste.
Coffee and black tea were exquisitely mixed, and the taste went well together. As Ei-Lin said, she seemed to have a valuable item.
After a while With Ai Lin’s stationery and her quill pen, I began to write.
Of course, the fact that I can’t write a high-class letter is the same as the previous Julian, so I activated the attribute.
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[The attribute is active.]
* Attribute: Ordinary Noble Scion (B)
: It becomes possible to think and act like an ordinary nobleman.
* Mana consumption
: 10MP per hour
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The mind is calmly organized. When I picked up the pen, I immediately remembered what I had to write without panicking.
Apparently, if I spoke in this state, I, who was an ordinary person in my previous life, would be able to talk like an aristocrat.
Like the letter I received from Princess Lilia, I wrote the letter in a style full of aristocratic etiquette.
Briefly, it was like this.
[Dear Princess Lilia Ramir Asterisk. I, Julian von Reinhardt, about my actions in the Divine Academy Pantheon over the past year…]
It is unknown what Julian did last year at Divinity Academy, Pantheon.
However, when considering the content of the demon slaughter, the reactions of the people in this mansion, and the letter from the princess.
For now, it was clear that it would be advantageous for my survival to shut up and start the prehistory.
[And I’m seriously thinking about my engagement to the princess, just like the first time…]
Also, he had no intention of abandoning the mighty background of the Holy Imperial Family and the prospective saint Lilia.
The imperial family would also pay close attention to the Margrave Reinhardt, who is the biggest spear and shield that protects the empire.
As long as I come out as low as I am now, I won’t be able to announce the breakup first.
[I swear once again that I will work hard on Pantheon’s studies and training with a changed look. I will finish this letter. -Julian von Reinhardt-]
Well, this should be enough. After writing all of them, there are about 30 pages. To sum it up, one page would be enough, but the etiquette of nobles seems to be quite inefficient.
“Ruler. Eirin. Will you please read it?”
At first, Eirin looked at me writing with an expressionless face.
As the number of letters increased, her eyes widened, and now she couldn’t hide her surprise.
“Then… Let me check.”
Ei-Lin calmly held her letter in her hand.
I think it was a sentence written in a rather complicated and difficult aristocratic manner, but Ei-Lin read her letter without any problems.
And it wasn’t long before she checked all 30 letters.
“… Young master. Is it true that the Bocchan wrote this?”
“Of course. With you watching right next to you.”
“That’s true…But I can’t believe it at all.”
“What is strange? Is there a mistake somewhere?”
Hmm. I guess the general aristocrat scion trait is a bit lacking. But I thought it was a pretty good calligraphy.
“No. This is enough for a letter to the imperial family. No. Perfect.”
“Really? Good luck then.”
“Yeah. First of all, apart from the perfect letter manners that must be followed as nobles, there are all the things the Bocchan must say to Princess Lillia right now. In fact, this part is not just a simple style or literary literacy, it is a part that needs to contain a high level of political sense… That part was the reason I needed ghostwriting.”
Political sense? What I put in the letter was wrong, so I can only ask for your forgiveness.
In any case, it seems to be a passing grade by Eirin’s standards.
No, more than that. It is more surprising that a single maid captures the political sense contained in the letters exchanged between the heir of the Marquis and the princess.
‘Is the maid of the Marquis family different?’
And last night’s show too.
In an instant, I felt Eirin’s scent again as she approached to check the letter. Whoa. I had to calm down. There was still a lot of work to be done today.
“Then we should hurry up and send this. The sooner the reply, the better.”
“It doesn’t take long to send the letter by express mail using the magic portal. But I heard that the princess sent horseback flowers to the young master. If that’s the case, it’s courtesy of the sons of nobles for you to send a letter along with a recent horseback gift in return…”
Horseshoe? Come to think of it, I saw the picture that Princess Lilia sent me yesterday. I was going to use it to masturbate…
“Then I have to draw the horse statue too, no. How are you doing?”
“There are wizards who specialize in creating horse statues through magic. Usually, high-ranking nobles, such as margraves, hire an exclusive horseman. There are no horsemen in the Marquis right now.”
Be a magician That means you are a photographer. I asked Erin.
“Why not? Are they too burdensome to directly hire even with the financial resources of the Marquis?”
“Not that…”
From what I’ve heard, it seems that the crazy Julian had a considerable complex about his body, like an old man with a belly.
‘Something similar to a picture is possible, but it seems that photoshop is not possible.’
So, when the picture didn’t come out no matter how you took it, it is said that he blamed the horse painters and harassed them very much.
“Everyone runs away saying that no matter how much money they give, they can’t work with the Marquis, no, under the young master…”
Again, this time, it’s because of that bitch. I should have taken a picture though.
‘Come to think of it, the clothes in the closet weren’t very good either. It was just clothes that were way ahead of their time.’
According to the contents of Demon King’s Death, it seems that Julian volunteered to be an artist in the Pantheon.
That’s why the outing clothes were quite unusual, but even to me, who was not familiar with this era, they weren’t clothes that nobles would wear.
“Even if it’s not exclusive, there must be magicians who make horse riding a business, Eirin?”
“That’s right. There are many horsemen in Reinheim. Forts are so common that it is not uncommon for commoners to take pictures on horseback.”
I also know Reinheim through Demon King’s Slaughter. Essenmund, the estate of Marquis Wilhelm.
It is the largest city in charge of the capital of the territory there. Of course, it was right in front of the Margrave’s mansion.
“Then we should visit Reinheim first. I will buy clothes there and take pictures of horseback riding. Make an appointment.”
The yesterday I possessed was Friday. The concept of the days of the Holy Ramir Empire was not much different from that of modern times.
Commoners and slaves also rested on Sundays, and those with more money also rested on Saturdays. So, for the merchants in Reinheim, tomorrow, Sunday, would be the big deal.
“Are you talking about Reinheim?”
“Yes. Do you have any problem?”
“Isn’t Reinheim a place you hate? Compared to the imperial city, it’s a smelly city in the countryside.”
As a Margrave, Essenmund is certainly on the outskirts of the Holy Empire. If he had been in a good position within the empire in the first place, he would have become a duke rather than a Margrave.
However, the fact that the successor of the Marquis went around proudly saying that the capital of the Marquis was a smelly city in the countryside…
Even if you think about it with common sense of modern people, it doesn’t seem normal.
“Does not matter. I’ll go tomorrow Get ready to go.”
“All right. It won’t take long to get to Reinheim by carriage, so I’ll deliver it to the butler.”
For some reason, Eirin’s expression as she answered was filled with a strange expression. She has an expression that can’t easily accept the current situation.
Besides, you must be tired because you must have used up so much energy last night.
If you think about it, it’s strange that my big cock went inside Ei-Lin’s body, which is a little shorter than normal and thin.
“Yes. I get it. Then, that’s enough for today’s business. Eirin, go back and watch your work.”
“Yeah. Then I will see you at the service tonight.”
“No. Rest today If I go to Reinheim tomorrow, you will be busy following me.”
Actually, I really want to spend the night with Eirin. However, given her complexion, I don’t want to force it.
More than anything, Ei-Lynn, when I’m done with vacation and she goes back to the Pantheon, she’s still with me.
‘Because she follows me exclusively to my private mansion in the ecliptic. She’s saying that she can do a lot of the same things she did yesterday.’
So, she must take good care of her condition on a regular basis.
“I’m fine, but…”
“There is no need to overdo it.”
“All right. Then, instead of skipping the night service, I will properly attend the carriage tomorrow.”
Carriage attendant? What the hell is that? I can’t imagine it at all, but even if I make the word ‘assistant’ now, I reflexively put strength in the lower part.
“Then I will excuse myself.”
Eirin left my room. I began to organize my priorities for the rest of the vacation ahead on her remaining stationery.
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Sunday.
Today, Eirin had to accompany her to Reinheim under the direction of Julian, the Marquis of Sogaju.
Eirin had been diligently preparing a carriage for Yulian since morning.
The butler of the butler, the maid, the coachman, etc. The servants of the mansion were diligently moving around the wagon following Eirin’s instructions.
Most of her servants were older than Ei-rin, but she obediently followed her instructions.
No, some were sending her Ei-Lin her eyes of admiration and pity at the same time.
Eirin caught a glimpse of the cautious conversation of some maids who were tidying up the wagon.
“Eirin-sama is also pitiful. Are you going to Reinheim again on a whim this time?”
“Whenever I openly curse in front of the head of the family, saying that Reinheim is a dirty, stinky, narrow country. Anyway, only Eirin-sama is having a hard time.”
“Poor Erin. If Airin-nim hadn’t stuck close to Master Julian… To be honest, half of the servants of this mansion, no, most of them would have run away from here.”
“Eirin-nim is no different from the saintess of the Marquis. Because she is the only person who can communicate with the young master, whom even the head of household cannot handle.”
What they were talking about was gossip about Yulian. Marquis’ successor. And considering that Julian himself had the title of count, it was tantamount to rudeness.
However, since no one in the mansion knows Yulian’s personality, he tends to skip that level of gossip with the Margrave’s permission. Otherwise, all the users would really run away.
But somehow, Eirin felt uncomfortable with those words. They say that they are dealing directly with Yulian because of their infinitely strong spirit of sacrifice… But that wasn’t necessarily the case.
‘And what the boy showed me on Saturday and Friday… What on earth was it?’
She thought of herself as being infinitely calm, but what happened in the past two days was beyond common sense that Eirin knew.
Above all, the unexpected loss of her virginity, which she herself did not expect, caused much confusion in her mind.
“Eirin? Eirin-sama!”
Then, she heard a voice calling her. She was the coachman in charge of the wagon.
“Once the preparations inside the wagon have been completed. As you said, this time we focused on soundproofing, is that okay? Didn’t the young master scold us the other day for needlessly soundproofing the carriage?”
It is also a kind of outdoor exposure play. Yulian enjoyed for a while as Eirin waited on the carriage and the coachmen listened to the sounds they heard from inside.
However, considering yesterday’s reaction, soundproofing is the answer this time.
She said, ‘I was startled when I saw her masturbating. Then maybe she wants to play secretly for a while.’
Eirin said to the coachman.
“I will take responsibility. So, first, complete soundproofing.”
“All right. Mr. Erin. I will do as you command!”
And little time left before Yulian arrives. Eirin thought about Yulian’s sudden change of attitude once again.
Im wondering is he going around to make her happy like if she found out if he had affairs with another woman, he trying to calm her down using everything.
If that happend thats be sucks