On our way back to my room after finishing off the food, I noticed that Ashley was looking through the windows at the garden that Father and I have been taking care of for Mother. We figured that while she was sick in bed, if she can at least look at the garden through the window, her heart might feel more at ease.
âInterested?â
ââŠâŠâ
Ashley slowly turned to look at me, and then merely inclined his head.
âI was just thinking that you might like the flowersâŠâ
ââŠ..I donât, particularly, hate themâŠ.â
Ah, come to think of it⊠The scene where Ashley and the heroine first met was in the Academy garden. I think Ashley had been absentmindedly staring at the flowers at that time as well.
âThen, would you like to help us take care of them?â
âIs that an orderâŠ.?â
âItâs not⊠Just a suggestion. Feel free to decide if you want to or not.â
Without saying anything else, Ashley just gave a big nod of his head.
âGood. Mother will definitely be happy too!â
When I told him that we have been tending to the garden for Motherâs sake, Ashley asked me if she liked flowers.
âWomen typically do, right? Didnât your mother like flowers?â
âOhâŠ.. WellâŠ..â
At Ashleyâs loss for words, I finally came back to my senses. How could I have forgotten? He just lost both of his parents! Thinking this, my cheeks flamed.
âOhâŠâŠ Iâm sorrâŠ..â
âNo, donât worry about itâŠâ
How could I be so inconsiderate? This child is still only 6 years old!
âIâm so sorryâŠâŠ! TrulyâŠâŠ. hicâ
âNo, really, itâs fineâŠâŠUmmâŠ. Are youâŠ. cryingâŠ.?â
As the tears rolled down my cheeks, Ashley became startled. Ah, this is probably the first time heâs seen anyone express their feelings so openly like this. Ugh, my face has got to be a complete mess right now.
âSniffâŠ.. hicâŠâŠâ
âUmm, it really isnâtâŠ. Something to cry oveââ
âIâM SORRRRRYYYYâŠâŠ hicâ
Completely flabbergasted, Ashley rushed around the area, looking for someone that could help. Ah! Jeez! What am I doing right now? If you add on my age from my past life, Iâm already 24 years old for Peteâs sake! And yet, my reasoning ability must still be at the level of a 7-year-old, since I canât even seem to hold back my own tears. I shouldnât be inconveniencing a 6-year-old boy like this! Bad tearsâŠ. Stop that!
âWhy is Young Mistress cryingâŠ.?â
âBecauseâŠâŠ I made you rememberâŠ. something painfulâŠ.. hicâ
ââŠ..Iâve⊠already cried though soâŠ.â
Ashley was still wandering back and forth, wondering what to do, when he suddenly stopped and awkwardly tried wiping my tears away. Afterwards, very troubled, his eyebrows scrunched up and he stood on tiptoe so that he could stroke my head.
âWahhhhhhhh!!â I started crying even harder.
âWoah!?â
âWhy are you the one consoling meeee!?ăIâm sorrrrryyyyâŠ..!â
âIââŠ. hic!!â
Unable to bear it any longer, Ashley put his arms around me and started bawling. After hearing our increasingly loud cries, Father, who was working nearby, as well as a few servants, came running, trying to figure out what was wrong.
Ashley, realizing what he had done, grew wide-eyed and apologetic, but my emotions would not calm down.
âIâm really really fine, soâŠ.!â
He finally managed to blurt out. In surprise, I momentarily succeeded in holding back my own tears. But when I glanced down at Ashleyâs face, he didnât look fine at all. He still looked very much like he was about to cry.
âSoooâŠ. weâŠ. shouldâ hic! Wahhh!â
Ashley started crying again, and so I started crying again, and the adults in the room who couldnât figure out what on earth was happening were forced to just stand there, utterly bewildered and useless.
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Father was eventually able to breathe again once we had returned to the kitchen for some of water. He was relieved, seeing us finally stop crying, and thus he was able to return to his work. The servants were also able to return to their posts, leaving the two of us once again alone together.
âYoung MistressâŠ..â
âYesâŠ..?â
âHe heâŠ..â
â!?â
He laughedâŠ..!
Ashley actually laughedâŠ..! The Ashley who didnât even have any pictures in the game where he was smiling, actually had a quiet laugh escape from his lips. His smiling face was so angelic and bright that I almost couldnât look directly at it.
âYouâre such a nice person.â
Even though his eyes were red and puffy from the crying, he wore a grin on his face. His smile was so natural and lovely that it was hard to believe that this was the same kid who had only showed me such serious expressions up until now.
His assessment was quite surprising as well, considering I had unthinkingly poured salt in his wounds and then arbitrarily started crying.
âNot reallyâŠ.â
âItâs true,â said Ashley, with an embarrassed smile. He looked quite bashful with his hands tightly gripping the hem of his shirt and his eyes glued to the ground. He couldnât seem to stop squirming either.
âYou are nice! You cried for my sake and even allowed me to cry too, so of course you are. Even though Mom and Dad died, there had been no one there to cry with me, so thatâŠ. really meant a lot to me.â
Ashleyâs father had resigned from working for the Alldington family after he got married so that he could take over his wifeâs familyâs farm. Unfortunately, Ashleyâs Motherâs family had been carrying a huge debt so their neighbors and the other townspeople had refused to get involved with them.
It was for that reason that, when his parents had passed away, he didnât have even one friend who would cry with him. Even worse, without shedding a tear after losing their child, his Grandfather and Grandmother had left Ashley behind and fled that night, running away from their debts.
So, completely alone on the night of his parentâs passing, overwhelmed with the grief of not only seeing the landslide that had stolen them away, but also their lifeless bodies lying on the ground, Ashley was forced to cry all alone.
After Ashley told me all this, I couldnât help but start crying again.
With a bitter smile, he once again wiped away the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.
âThatâs why, I can tell. You are crying even now for me, and in your tears I can see the kindness in your heart.â
And then he took my hand in his, and drew his lips to the back of it in a light kiss. Even if he was still a child, he had given me look into his cruel past, and so before I knew it, I was completely charmed.
âIâm happy that I was able to become your servant. Even if given the choice, I would still freely choose to serve you. I want to become your right hand man, and take care of everything for you. I will be wholly devoted to you and even lay down my life to protect you.â
So he says, but I wonder if he really will end up protecting me or not. Iâm sure that the Ashley Carlyle standing in front of me wholeheartedly believes that butâŠ. And since heâs so serious about it, I wonder if itâs really okay for me to doubt him. He is pledging his loyalty to me with such sincere eyes, itâs hard to believe that he might kill me⊠But is it really safe to believe in him?
I donât plan to become like the Cecile Alldington from the game. I am just me. And I am different from that Cecile. And if itâs this child, he probably will protect me. He clearly has a heart, unlike in the gameâŠ. But, then again, in this world, itâs very likely that the characters that deviate from the set scenario will be few and far between.
There is also the possibility that the script will be followed completely until the bitter end, regardless of character deviations. But to me, and to the rest of the people living here, this world isnât something man-made⊠Itâs not something fixed, but rather something uncertain. And to completely disregard this child who is looking straight at me; to ignore his personality and just rely on my memory of the gameâs plot would be unbearably rude to him.
âIâm also happy that you have agreed to become my servant. To have such a pure person serve me, I really need to polish myself until I can be someone that you wonât have to be ashamed to call your Mistress. Right? Ashley?â
Completely embarrassed, he looked down and shook his head furiously as he said, âTo me, you are already a very charming Mistress. But Iâm not really pure or anythingâŠâ
Well, he is definitely more pure than me at the very least. Seriously, seeing this, itâs really hard to believe that he would ever be able to kill me. At most, heâs just a little kid who is grieving over the death of his parents. The whole emotionless facade was entirely due to that tragedy.
âYou donât have to be so humble. But then again, I guess your modesty is just another of your charms.â
âYoung Mistress, youâre so smooth with your words,â said Ashley, his face going red.
Awww, cute. Heâs soo cute.
âWouâŠ..â
âWou?â
âWould it be okay if I hug you?â
âHuh?â
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I didnât feel like this as much before, but now I could only think about hugging him. His cuteness really healed my heart! But each time I inched closer to him, he continued to retreat away from me. Is it really necessary for him to act that scared? Itâs not like Iâm going to hurt him or anything.
âBut why?â
âHmm, call it human instinct?â
Or, more likely, a womanâs instinct. Isnât it completely natural for women to want to hug cute things?
âIâŠ. donât want toâŠâ
âWhy?â
âYour eyesâŠ. look kind of⊠scaryâŠ.â
Oh myâŠâŠ
âHearing Ashley say that really hurts my feelings~âŠ..â
âEven if you blame me, I still donât want toâŠ..â
âNo matter what?â
âMy mind is my own so, donât I have the right to refuse?â
Hey, isnât that cheating? If you put it that way, what can I say?
âWhat about some other time then?â
âIf Iâm in the moodâŠ.â
With a bittersweet smile on his face, Ashley took another step back. He didnât have to be THAT scaredâŠâŠ
The setting sun streamed through the windows, dyeing Ashleyâs face a deep red. And then I remembered.
âOh no! I still havenât watered the flowers yet. Ashley, do you want to water them with me?â
âYes. With pleasure.â
As a gentleman, he gave me his hand to escort me to the garden. I figured a young boyâs hand would be smooth and soft, but when we clasped fingers I realized that his palm was actually quite rugged. I guess this is natural though, for someone who worked on a farm. He must have been using all his might to help his parents, wanting them to be happy.
âAshley, this isnât a promise or anything, more like a wish.â
Facing the garden, with my eyes down on the flowerbeds, I continued to speak.
âEven so, I hope you will try to grant it for me.â
In way of an answer, Ashley gave my hand, still clutched in his, a little squeeze.
âIn order to find happiness, donât disregard your own desires. Because everyone has the right to be happy.â
Even if I say something like this, he wonât think itâs okay to do things like kill people for his own happiness though, right? I mean, heâs such a good little kidâŠ.. Nevertheless, just in case there is a sliver of doubt left in a tiny little recess of my heart, I just need make sure not to hurt him or give him reasons to be sad. As long as I protect his heart, I should be fine.
âI understand.â
âGood. Thank you.â
I stroked his head, and for a moment Ashley stiffened, but then he relaxed and quietly closed his eyes.
Just like a catâŠ..
ââŠ..Wonât you let me hug you after all?â
âI refuse.â
âWhy?â
âIf we donât hurry and water the flowers, itâll be dark before we know it.â
Oh yeahâŠ..
âI wonder what we are having for dinner tonight? Ashley, what sort of foods do you like?â
âI likeâŠ.. stew, I guess?â
Itâs probably pretty rare for nobles to have a meal in their house with people other than their own families, but I wonder if theyâd even care about something like this. As long as I just ask Father, Iâm sure he would let me eat with him without a word of protest since Ashley is so young. If I were to make him eat by himself, I would feel so bad for him.
The cooks are probably already preparing something else for tonightâs dinner soâŠ.
âShall we ask to have stew tomorrow? And what else? Is there anything else you want to eat?â
âWhat do you like, Young Mistress?â
âMe? HmmâŠ. Roast beeââŠ.Nope, not thatâŠ..â
Roast beefâŠ. seriously? Canât I think of something a little more ladylike?
âThen, I want to have roast beef.â
Ahh! He heard me!
But, at any rate, the fact that he wants to eat what I want to eatâŠ.
âAshley, you are the perfect gentleman.â
ââŠâŠâ
Super embarrassed, Ashley looked down. Even his ears had turned red this time.
T/N: For those of you who want to know, Ashley uses ćïŒăŒă: Boku) to address himself. Also, when he was addressing Cecile, he used a mixture of ă揹æ§ïŒăăăăăăŸ: Ojou-sama) and ăèČŽć„łïŒăăȘă: Anata) seemingly at random. It feels like heâs still trying to get used to the idea of being a servantâŠ.. so cute!
And, probably nobody thought to wonder, but Ashley had been coming back after selling his familyâs crops when he saw his parents. I was having a really hard time wording that passage, and I ended up thinking it sounded better without it, but I didnât want to not include the information. Iâm very sorry for being a writer that is not quite good enough to include every detail naturally. I hope that over time, my writing skills and translation skills will improve so that you can have an even better experience!