Chapter 140

Waiting for Elisha’s letter, Rieta became pretty close with the postman.

Of course, no matter how close they were, it was all about exchanging greetings more warmly than before.

Still, Rieta was happy to gradually increase her network in an empire of strangers.

Then one day.

“There’s mail . . .”

Rieta, who was picking up leaves among the trees and grass, heard the voice of the postman in her ears.

Is it because it’s too hot?

Worried, Rieta stuck her head out over the grass.

With leaves of various shapes in her hands.

“This is for the Duke.”

He held out a pile of letters to the servant.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The servant nodded and tried to enter the mansion quickly.

“Ah, excuse me!”

At that time, the postman quickly called him up.

“Yes?”

“Excuse me . . .”

The postman murmured as if he had something to say.

Without a second thought, the servant returned in front of him again.

“What can I help you with?”

At last, it seemed that the postman’s circumstances were about to be revealed.

Rieta perked up at the conversation between the two, not even noticing that the leaf in her hand had been slightly wrinkled.

“Does the Princess enjoy eavesdropping?”

“. . .!”

But she didn’t hear anything because Noel was whispering right behind her.

This is an important moment!

“It can’t be. I mean, I was just looking around because I was worried.”

“Eavesdropping?”

At Noel’s point, Rieta’s cheeks reddened a little.

“Ha, but worrying is the Princess’s main job.”

“Well, that’s not wrong. My father is always worried about the estates.”

Although it seemed that the Duke had seldom visited them.

“So, what’s going on?”

“Shut up, I’ll find out about this.”

Rieta and Noel poked their heads side by side over the bushes.

Then, there was a play that was rather difficult for children to see.

Slap!

Isn’t that one of the maids, who came out suddenly slapped the postman on the cheek?

Surprised, Noel quickly covered Rieta’s eyes.

“Princess, you can’t look at things like that. Because you are still young.”

“Why is Noel looking at . . .?”

“I was born much earlier than the Princess. I am a senior in life.”

What do you mean ‘a senior in life’?

In the future, he too is going to be passionately slapped by the woman he likes.

“. . . Sorry.”

Just then, they heard the postman apologizing.

Is it because Noel blocked her eyes? Even a small mumble could be heard clearly.

“That’s it!”

The maid screamed, and soon the door was slammed shut.

When the situation was over, Noel removed the hand that had blocked Rieta’s view.

“What happened? Why are the two fighting?”

When Rieta asked, Noel shrugged his shoulders with a smug face.

“It’s obvious. A lost letter has been found.”

“Lost letter?”

“It happens often. A letter that had disappeared for some reason was found one day and delivered late. That’s why the senior postman came and apologized.”

Rieta tilted her head as she watched the postman get on the mail wagon.

“But, isn’t it nice to find a lost letter?”

“Ugh, you idiot.”

Noel sighed as she tapped Rieta’s forehead with his fingertips.

“Even a letter has its time.”

Rieta said ‘is that so’, tilting her head and smiled.

“But, it’s amazing.”

“What?”

“Noel doesn’t write letters at all, but he knows letters very well.”

“Oh, don’t try to be funny! I mean, I write letters too!”

“Really?”

Rieta revisited whether he ever wrote an ardent love letter to the female lead, in the original work.

But no matter how she thought about it, it never happened.

No matter how he accidentally wrote a letter, all he did was simply write down the business and send it.

On the other hand, the male lead, Hugh McLean, used to send very sweet letters from time to time.

It is also written in such a charming style that it melts the heart of the reader.

In contrast . . .

“Noel just writes ‘I got it’ in the letter, ‘No, next time.’ I wish he could put his heart into it a little more.”

It was more of a notification than a letter.

“Heh, if you have time to write a letter, it’s faster to just go and meet them.”

Noel grunted as he turned his head.

Actually, this was quite sincere.

Noel writing a letter with all his heart

If he wanted to do it wholeheartedly, it’s what he would write for his father, older brother, and Rieta.

It was better to go to meet them if he had time to choose between speaking and writing a letter.

Sitting face to face and looking at each other gave him a lot of peace of mind, and he could share more than what he could in text.

“Well then. Will you write a letter to each and feel every word when you cannot meet the person you love?”

Rieta carefully posed a question while recalling the original.

When you can’t meet the female protagonist, will you write her a heartfelt letter?

Although the present Noel may not understand the fact that this is a question with such an intention.

“Are you crazy?!”