âEven if dirt gets into my eyes, I canât leave a sloppy garden like this. This Nuna will make good use of that body that is strong and has no use.â
Seeing her humming away and moving away from her back, Damian turned to Catherine for help with a weeping expression on his face.
âEven if you look at me like that, I have no intention of taking you, so give up, gardener.â
ăTsk tsk. A useless gardener. Itâs all the consequence. ă
Meow took a seat at the window, where Damian could be seen working hard and grooming.
That night.
Catherine chose to move her body slowly because she had probably finished her summer vacation and returned with Rose.
Catherine called Madame Pompadour, who was having a peaceful foot bath after pushing Damian. Madame turned into black smoke, as she did on the Lilith, and landed on Catherineâs hairpin.
âActually, I canât guarantee it.â
ăAbout what?ă
âWill my room remain as it is?â
In fact, she was also expecting that. When she opens the door and enter, there is only an empty room with nothing left. Or someone else is using the room.
ăThat canât be true. Itâs the house where Lady grew up.ă
Leaving a house like that is a problem.
Kiik.
She turned the key and opened the door. The bright sunshine shines on her foot as she comes inside. She slowly lifted her head and looked around the room.
Surprisingly, everything was the same.
ăItâs a pretty room.ă
A faded Grin carpet and a yellow translucent curtain. The bedding on the bed remained the same as the bedding in early autumn when she left the house.
Catherine felt that she had returned home after her sudden and long journey. She misses it and feels bitter, but it feels strange as if it fills her empty heart.
ăLady, so youâre from a noble family? Maybe⊠Well, you have a beautiful attitude and face.ă
Meow, who peeked out of the bag and put out its head, jumped and flew onto the bed.
ăThe bed is worth using.ă
Catherine left the rolling Meow behind and looked inside her decorations.
ăBut Lady, is it okay for you not to say hi to your family? Hasnât it been a while?ă
âItâs okay. Iâve decided to live like someone else in the future.â
ăOh myâ Iâm sorry, I said it too easy! I apologize.ă
Catherine was also comfortable because of a cool apology.
She took out a box from the inside of the closet and opened it. Inside, there were neatly laid out leather notebooks that looked a little old with photos.
ăOh my!ă
It was then. Black smoke from the bag quickly took shape and stood in front of Catherine. The eyes of Madame Pompadour, who put her face close to the box, were filled with excitement that couldnât be hidden.
âIs this the Lady in the picture the one I know?â
Catherine replied with a calm face. She could vaguely see why Madame was making a fuss.
âProbably.â
âOh my God⊠Lady, if itâs okay with you, can I take it out?â
âOf course.â
Madame Pompadourâs face brightened. As if she were treating a precious object, she carefully picked up the photo and checked the person in it. Catherineâs mother and Catherine standing next to her.
âI didnât know at all⊠But looking at it like this, you really look alike a lot. Itâs really surprising.â
âDo we look alike?â
Madame Pompadour, who carefully examined the picture, smiled at Catherine.
âOf course, itâs between mother and daughter! Itâs mother and daughter, right? Anyone canât help but think that the two characters in this picture are mother and daughter.â
Her face asked with a faint longing.
âI was surprised. To hear that Lady was the daughter of that woman⊠I couldnât recognize it because it was so close.â
âDo you know my mother?â
Of course, she will know. Because her mother was a very famous wizard in the Iterana Empire.
However, Madame Pompadour seemed to have shared a personal relationship beyond her motherâs fame. Her gaze was filled with affection.
âI once entrusted myself to the Phanya family. At that time, your motherâs age⊠Was it 15? Grin was already a magician who had a reputation in the Iterana Empire and the Continent from then on. I spent time in Phanya and had such academic exchanges with Grin.â
Catherine blinked blankly in her eyes. She thought sheâd only met her once or twice, but she didnât know she stayed with her mother.
Madame Pompadour smiled covering her mouth as she looked at Catherineâs face. Unlike before, it was a gaze that felt the warm affection of late spring afternoon.
âYou know what? I and Grin named you together! Just before leaving Phanya, there were talks about Grinâs marriage. On the last evening, we drank together and thought of the name of the child who would be born later⊠Catherine was among the three names that we decided on at that time. Oh, I remember now.â
âThen Madame is myâŠâ
Madame Pompadour, blushing her face, interrupted Catherineâs words.
âWait! S, save my words, Lady. Iâm so nervous right now.â
Why? Even before she asked, Madame Pompadour continued. She couldnât stand trembling, so she closed her eyes tightly.
âYeah, thatâs right! In a way, Iâm like your Godmother!â
It was a passionate cry as if revealing a huge secret that had been hidden for a long time.
âOf course, Grin never entrusted me with the Lady! Still, I helped her with the name, so wouldnât I be a Godmother?â
She spits it out of her mouth and glanced at Catherine.
âIf you donât like it⊠Of course, if you feel pressured, you can just laugh it off. What? 3 years isnât that long, right?â
âI donât hate it.â
âHuh?â
Madame Pompadour opened her eyes wide.
âIs it something to be so careful about being my godmother?â
Her mother, Mrs. Grin, was a great wizard who made her name at an early age, but she was not. Rather, she was rejected because she was unable to learn.
âI donât hate it. On the contrary, Iâm not good enough to be Madame Pompadourâs goddaughter.â
Staring at Catherineâs face, Madame said.
âIs it because of magic? Donât be sad. Magic is the most influenced discipline by genetics. I guarantee you that if you meet a proper teacher, you will be as great a wizard as your mother.â
She quickly looked heartbroken and hugged Catherine. Such a reaction by Madame Pompadour gave Catherine a shocking realization.
âI was more self-accusation of magic than I thought.â
She thought her desire to learn magic was based on pure interest. Was it closer to the desire to be recognized?
âYou said you were going to learn magic from the Grand Duke, right? If so, you will soon be able to show off your talents. Geniuses need a comparable teacher, right?â
Cesare had been boasted that he would make her the best wizard on the continent. When she nodded, Madame let her go with a brighter face.
Madame Pompadour stopped talking and looked at Catherineâs eyes. Catherine could quickly infer what she was trying to say.
âShe thought she were going to get married to a better place?â
âYeah. I donât know what Lady will think, but your motherâs family should be so strong. You know what? Among the many families who wanted Grin, there was Iterana Imperial Family. All she had to do was make a choice.â
At the back of Catherine, who was searching through the drawer, Madame Pompadour quietly opened her mouth.
âIâll go ahead and find a contractor, Lady. If my status is guaranteed, I will be able to become a person who is not ashamed as the godmother of the Lady. Even if it looks like this, I have a lot of things.â
Madameâs greatness has often been told in salons.
âAh! O, of course, if you allow me to be your godmother.â
âIâm grateful for that.â
At Catherineâs answer, Madame covered her mouth and smiled. With such a happy face, Catherine unknowingly turned her gaze away.
She went to Duke Christopherâs house with excitement.
In fact, she couldnât fall asleep because she was so excited about the magic that she was going to learn today. Yesterday, when she thought that her obsession with magic was more of a desire for recognition than an interest, it made her laugh.
Kiiik.
It was a little earlier than the appointment time. Cesareâs office, where the morning sunlight fell, was static and classical like a landscape painting painted with oil. Cesare, noticing her visit, took off his glasses and stood up.
âDid you stay up all night?â
âHow did you know?â
âLooking at your face now, anyone would think so.â
T, to that extent. For no reason, her face got red.
Soon after, the butler, Gren, came in. She thought he was going to prepare a tea, but after bowing down to Catherine, he just stood next to Cesare. Cesare, who sat on the sofa opposite her, said.
âGren is a wizard like you who has the roots of âtransitionâ. I called him to help you understand.â
Doesnât that mean heâs a devil, not a human?
âThis⊠It turns out that there are devils all around, arenât they? Rose and Damian too?â
It was a plausible enough suspicion. Sheâll ask when she gets home. Catherine rose slightly from her seat and thanked Gren as she prepared a method to prove her humanity.
âT, thank you.â
âNo. Thatâs what I naturally should do.â
So is Gren also Cesareâs devil? She thought the Great Devil would be very convenient. Because if they keep their own devil as a pawn, there will be nothing to betray.
Soon after, the maid brought the tea. Cesare began his explanation while stirring the hot coffee with the teaspoon.