Rationally speaking, Betsy was right about that. Yurina also tried to explain it by saying that Reynard had been very busy for the past few weeks.

But on the other hand, Yurina also thought that there was an oddity in his silence.

Yurina knew him well enough to be proud to say that she knew Raynard better than anyone in the world. Even if Reynard had been busy, he would have stopped for a moment and sent her a message, even if it was a one-line note saying ‘letter will be later because I’m busy.’

Moreover, when Yurina visited the Cron Kingdom, he threw everything aside and met her right at the border.

Yurina herself would prefer to think that it was all about banal employment. But in her heart she knew it wasn’t. Therefore, her thoughts continued to go to the dark side.

“You didn’t get sick, did you?” Betsy whispered softly as she looked at Yurina, who set down her full cup of tea.

“If you’re so worried, why not send the letter again? The last time you wrote a letter, you didn’t even send it.”

“I’ll be even worse if I don’t get an answer.”

“But the tournament is coming soon. If you go to the mountains, you’ll have nowhere to send a letter. You wove Raynard’s handkerchief, didn’t you? How about sending it in advance?”

“Umm.”

Yurina pounded on the table and was lost in thought. But soon her fears gone. Because Betsy’s words were quite reasonable.

Soon she leaves for a villa in the Jenus mountains. Looks like she’ll be there for about a month.

“I haven’t received a response, but I think I’ll be busy for a while, so I can send him a letter in advance.”

She made a great excuse.

Yurina beckoned to Betsy with a nonchalant look.

“Put away the cups, bring me writing supplies.”

“Yes, milady.”

Betsy cleared the table, smiling all the time.

[Dear Ray.

How are you? I don’t receive letters, so I’m worried about what’s going on. It happens for the first time that you don’t send me news for such a long time.

A few days ago, I was at a tea party wearing your gloves, and the other noblewomen showed great interest in them. Perhaps thanks to your gift, the gloves of Cron Kingdom will become fashionable among high society. It would be great to follow this trend in the future.

I’d like to ask you a question about fashion, but I know what a dark forest means to you. You couldn’t even tell coral from scarlet and turquoise from cyan. And don’t say you’re better at it now. In my opinion, nothing is better.

I think I won’t be in the capital for some time, so I’m writing you a letter before your answer to the previous one comes. In a few days I’m going to the villa in order to participate in the upcoming hunting competitions.

Did you even know that a hunting tournament is held every spring in the empire? Do you remember? If so, then you should know that there is a tradition of giving handkerchiefs, telling the knights to return alive.

So far, I couldn’t even come close to such a tournament, because it was dangerous, but this time I’m participating instead of my mother. Thanks to this gift of fate, I spent the last weeks sewing handkerchiefs for my brothers.

And while I’ve been suffering over those few handkerchiefs, I haven’t forgotten about you either. Your handkerchief will be in the parcel along with the letter.

Perhaps when you read this, I will cheer for my brothers on the hunt. My brothers’ hunting skills are so good that they are called one of the best in the Empire, so I believe that this time we will return in triumph. And that makes me even more responsible.

I’ll send you news after I’m done with this tournament and come back.

15th day of the month, 473 years were overgrown, Yurina.

P.S. I turned inside out while embroidering that handkerchief. So don’t you dare to lose it. When you return from the academy, I will definitely check. If you lose it, be prepared for the fact that you won’t be allowed to step into the mansion.]

Yurina wrote the letter without pauses and then skimmed through the contents.

‘It doesn’t looks bad.’

The content didn’t seem to be tacky…and the rounded handwriting looked neat.

Satisfied, Yurina sealed the letter with wax. As a matter of course, she took the perfume from Betsy’s hands and sprayed it on the back of the envelope.

Yurina handed over the letter to Betsy for a while and then went to the closet. From within, she took out a folded handkerchief, looked again at her embroidery, and frowned.