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Did you do something wrong to deserve my forgiveness?
The Marquis did not quite understand.
Since young children tend to lose their minds a lot, a sudden collision was a mistake that could easily happen.
So, is it reasonable for you to call me Grandpa and worry about my leg that I hit?
〈Grandpa, are you okay?〉
The child was calling me, the Marquis recalled, with a helpless look on his face.
How long has it been since you heard the word “serious”?
I also met someone who cares about me.
In fact, the Marquis was speechless for a moment and was unable to say anything.
It was amazing at the same time.
A child who shows no signs of fear even after seeing his face covered in hideous scars.
But for a moment, the girl's face became filled with confusion and bewilderment.
I recognized my identity.
Fortunately or unfortunately, when Ascart arrived, the child greeted him angrily and disappeared.
Immediately after that, granddaughter Clara appeared.
I distinctly remember how as soon as our eyes met, her face turned into a look of fear.
After thinking, the Marquis looked at his granddaughter Clara who was sitting next to him.
Her expression was calm, as if she was trying to maintain her composure, but her hand, which had fallen under the table, was tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.
Yes, I'm used to seeing her scared like that.
'This child must have been confused and strange for a moment.'
Even though I knew it, I felt bad somehow.
“Marquis?”
At that time, Ascarte, who had said almost nothing, seemed to be very concerned about the child, and called out to the Marquis as if urging him to do so.
"Understood ."
The Marquis answered harshly, feeling displeased.
At the same time, she thought that Askart was doing something uess.
That little maid who was afraid of me would probably never set foot in the Marquis's house again, even if it was because she was afraid of me.
It was not known until then.
I never thought that the next day, this little girl would appear in front of me again.
She even placed something smaller than me, about the size of a chestnut, next to me.
* * *
“It seems like the weather has calmed down a bit now, so I think we just need to pack up.”
The chef said with a smile.
Diana and I looked at the delicious baked cookies we had made all morning with proud faces.
After thinking about it all last night, it was clear that Marquez Diabel had injured his leg.
'However, you came riding a horse.'
Naturally, since he was the head of Diabelle, a famous military family, he would not consider the carriage a means of transportation.
However, I wanted to convince the Marquis to get treatment sooner rather than later.
In order to do this, I had to face the Marquis first, so after thinking about it, I quickly thought of a way.
Indeed, the Marquis did not have the slightest hint of a smile, and had a sharp face that did not seem expected of kindness, but he was a man of many surprising facets.
For example, sometimes the words he speaks are very frank, but his true feelings are actually very deep.
He loves sweet desserts and his face looks like he hates anything sweet.
‘So, if a child comes to you to apologize by offering homemade cookies, you will never be able to say no.’
I nodded, thinking it was a very good method, and looked at the cookies I had made again.
'I didn't originally plan to do this much...'
Contrary to my plan to earn a small amount myf and go straight to the Marquis' house, I ended up baking a large amount of cake with Diana.
Of course, the chef and kitchen maids helped, but it was a bit difficult because the amount was so large.
“But I think you won't be disappointed anymore.”
While eating breakfast, I remembered that I had asked the Duke and Duchess for permission to make cakes in the kitchen today.
At that time she left Allen, who was surprised that she could do such a thing, and looked at the Duchess for approval.
“Why suddenly?” - asked the Duke.
I was about to say frankly that I would bring him to the Marquis, but I stopped.
Somehow, I had a strong feeling that if I didn't speak up well now, I would get into trouble.
No matter how much I explain that I'm trying to make cookies as an apology, I feel that the Duke's family will be very disappointed.
Moreover, there was a possibility that the Marquis would not like the cookies and would block my plan.
〈Well, I want to feed her the cakes I made myf, and I also want to give them to my lady and master. …to you and to Jacques as well, and also, to the Marquis of Diabelle and Ascarte….〉
After a long excuse, my heart melted as I spoke, and the Duke, who had been looking at me with narrowed eyes, nodded.
The Duchess could not hide her happiness and urged the kitchen to help her make it safe.
Everything was smooth sailing after that, except for Diana, who raised her hand and said she wanted us to succeed together.
After that, I worked at a dessert café run by the Terenceum Syndicate for several years.
Naturally, all the bread and cakes sold at the café were sourced from a nearby bakery.
Originally, I wanted to make it myf, but apparently the master was so confident in my skills that he wouldn't let me near the oven.
'But I became close friends with Susan, the bakery owner, and I learned a lot from looking at her.'
I finished packing before I knew it, thinking about the fun process.
“Can I bring it to Mrs. and Mr.’s office as an afternoon snack?”
“Yes.” “You can give the nut cake to your wife, and the chocolate bar to you.”
If tea time was as frequent as before, it would be a good idea to prepare tea right away, but Lucio seemed very busy these days, taking care of all the backlog before heading to the Duchy.
Except for the cakes she had left for the Duke, she put the rest in the basket and left the kitchen with Diana.
“Did you like that?”
“Hah! It tastes better because Nona and I made it, and it's better than what Aiden made!”
Diana, who was eagerly eating the cakes she had made today, bragged with a proud face that she would surprise Aiden later.
Diana and I laughed and entered the training ground, which had cleared away all the snow that had fallen overnight.
“Oppa!”
When Diana shouted, Allen, who was training, came running over with a happy face.
“Wait!”
. …It seemed they were waiting for food, not people.
“Hi Jack.”
Leaving behind Allen and Diana, who immediately began sampling the cookies, I said hello to Jack.
Jack seemed to grow an inch every time I saw him, getting taller.
I thought to myf, envying him for his amazing growth rate.
“Jack, this is for you and Uncle Tice, leave it here and eat it.”
“Thank you, but the amount seems too large, wasn’t it difficult to make? “
“Huh, it was fun.”
It was the time I smiled and answered.
Suddenly, Jack suddenly reached for my face.
He stroked my cheek with a very gentle hand.
What happened now?
When I looked at Jack in surprise, he spoke awkwardly.
“There's flour on your cheek.”
"Yes . ….”
Since I was in the kitchen the whole time and then came right out, I couldn't look in the mirror properly.
As I see it, it was when she smiled strangely and scratched the cheek that Jack touched strangely.
“But what is this basket? Who else are you going to give it to?”
"this? “I want to bring him to Marquis Diabelle and Young Archduke Bellus.”
". … Understood ."
In fact, even though that was the purpose of making cookies, it was somehow pushed to the back burner.
Even though it was brought to me last time, I thought I should go before it was too late.
then.
“I heard that you go to the Marquis’s palace every day these days, will you see the young Archduke I saw in the academy back then?”
Jack asked in a somewhat questioning tone.
“Oh? That's true, but why...?”
I thought the awkwardness was finally over, but the atmosphere became weird again.
Even though I didn't do anything wrong, I felt embarrassed and twitched my fingers.
Jack, who was looking at me, spoke frankly.
"nothing."
* * *
“Has he reached puberty already?”
When I met Jack again after returning to my childhood, he was still very frank and inexpressive, but he wasn't as difficult to get along with as he had been before.
But as the days go by, I don't know what he's thinking.
'I don't want to be friends or anything like that before.'
Since I didn't have a suitable boyfriend in the past, I really wanted to get along with Jack in this life.
I decided that I should spend more time with Jack later and talk to him more, and I knocked on the front door of the Marquis' house to put out the fire.
There was a high probability that I would not be accepted if I said that I came to meet Marquis Diabelle.
So, I told the gatekeeper that I came to see Askart as usual.
Ascart came out immediately, as expected, and welcomed Diana and me warmly.
When he saw the cakes we made ourves, he asked with a surprised face.
“Did you and Diana really do this?”
“Yes, but in fact, I was able to give it to the Marquis, I would like to apologize for hurting the Marquis yesterday.”
Askart seemed a bit puzzled by what I said and declined, saying that he would say it for him.
But there was no point in making cookies like this.
As I continued to insist, Askart nodded sternly and led us into the living room.
And after a while.
jingle.
jingle.
Jingle—!
A huge human figure appeared with the sound of loud footsteps that felt like the ground was shaking.
At the same time, a loud sound echoed throughout the living room.
"Ha! Would I get hurt because I bumped into someone who was so small that I couldn't even see him? Are eyes not just buttonholes, but worn as decorations?"
“If you're going to cry loudly, get out of there right away!”
. ...I haven't said a word yet?