Chapter 15 (2/2)

This time it is Leticia’s turn to admire him.

“Ohhh, my husband—.”

It was just a snip and snap!

Erden had a pocket knife in his hand. Perhaps he kept it around him and used it for this kind of moment.

Erden washed and peeled the apple. As if he was familiar, he cut it in V shape and peeled it.

Leticia’s eyes went round.

Rabbit apple?

Does this person like rabbits that much?

No, it’s not that—.

“I’m sure that you are still studying rabbit for food, right?”

Tap.

A rabbit apple fell from Erden’s hand.

“—That’s right.”

He designed the apple again.

He made a prettier bunny apple than before and handed it to Leticia.

“Then enjoy your meal, my wife. If there’s a monster like me next to you, you might have lost your appetite. So I’ll go now.”

He greeted her politely without giving her a chance to say and then disappeared as soon as possible right in front of her.

“Wait a minute—.”

The only thing that had remained was their short conversation that had drifted in the air.

Leticia shrugged and took a bite of the apple, and she savored the sweet taste.

Erden is a kind man.

Before coming to the North, the only people she could talk to was her uncle, aunt, and cousins.

They gave her scornful words. And to avoid getting hurt, she had to hit the wall.

As a result, it became her habit to hit the wall first when she is dealing with everyone.

But Erden is different.

He is like a man who had nothing to hurt but himself.

It is amazing to have such a kind person. I didn’t know that it would be better than hitting a wall.

In exception to his scary look.

Leticia returned to her room and sat at her desk then opened a thick book.

It was a book of monsters, with multiple spices. Bastian gave it to me as a gift so I won’t need to look at the murals.

‘Let me see.’

I turned over the next page of the books. I am so determined to look through it but I turned away as soon as possible and didn’t linger too much on one page.

‘There are too many eyes all over the body.’

What if Erden is this kind of thing? My heart trembled whenever I tried to imagine it like that.

Leticia ended up covering the book, her reading progress was like a turtle crawling.

Unknowingly, I sighed.

“Why am I such a coward?”

“I wish I could have been more courageous.”

Casaro glanced at her, while she was chopping potatoes.

Erden was sitting on a stack of apple boxes.

It was his favorite place.

Casaro liked it when the Young Lord came to the kitchen.

It was no doubt that she is the best consultant in Halstead’s Castle.

While Bastian gets so stiff that they often have boring conversations with each other.

And Alexa is so cold hearted that she needed lessons in casual conversation.

It was incomparable to Casaro, who had a flowing eloquence in her speech.

She had the ability to talk about an assortment of topics, no one could keep up with Casaro’s extraordinary abilities in terms of conversing.

When the Lord appeared, he instantly brought up the moment he had with the Young Lady and plopped on the table.

“She was terrified that you would think of her as a witch. Nevertheless, she revealed to every old person and the members of the castle about her mysterious knowledge ingenuity. How much more courage did she need to say it to us?”

Casaro spoke while cutting the potatoes.

“She should be more certain.”

Erden agreed.

“She’s right. I am completely wrong. When I heard the Count’s story, I thought I had picked up another poor child in the desert as always—.”

“Yes, but I think you have picked an incredible wife instead.”

“I can’t believe she’s been so oppressed to reveal her true self as if she had been waiting for me in the North! I remember the sight I saw when she was young, when it rained on the wasteland, all of the seeds that had been hidden bloomed at once. Grandma, she’s probably that kind of person.”

Casaro glanced at Erden and had her eyes wide open.

“How can you say such a romantic thing? I’m sure she’d be very happy to hear that. Can I just say it to her?”

“No. Don’t.”

“I’m just kidding.”

Casaro giggled and threw the cut potatoes into the pot.

“But I’m really curious. What kind of mysterious knowledge does she have?”

“Well, that’s—.”

Erden muttered.

“As a matter of fact, there’s one thing that I’m trying to pinpoint.”

“What? Really?”

Casaro looked at him again in surprise.

But Erden didn’t say anything anymore.

That day, the members of the castle saw the Lord in deep thought all evening.

Before long, Erden took out something he had rarely taken out, put it on the desk, and looked down.

It’s the family’s key to the underground chamber.