CH 47

In the Marquis’ estate, she was given a thick mattress with two layers of duvets to sleep on.

The duvets were filled with only soft duck feathers, and so it felt like she was sleeping on top clouds.

There was no pain from her bones pressing against hard wooden boards, and she didn’t feel like a piece of ham with her arms and legs bound while sleeping in a hammock. When she woke up in those duvets, they didn’t become frozen blankets that made some shattering sound.

Awakened by the soft sunlight streaming through the soft chiffon curtains, the feathers that smelled like lavender made it feel like she was embracing light on that bed. She couldn’t believe she could roll around like this in the morning…!

Radis decided.

“Even if I end up leaving the Marquisate, I’ll live my life—I surely will! I need to buy wool mattresses and feather duvets…!”

Radis opened the curtains and opened the window.

Soaked with dew and shining under a silver sheen, the garden was so beautiful that exclamations came out naturally.

She stood against the window frame and enjoyed the cool, fragrant morning air.

And her luxury didn’t end there.

“Lady Radis, are you up?”

She didn’t know how, but when Radis woke up, the marquisate’s maids knew it right away and brought over some water for her to use to wash her face.

After washing her face in warm, flower-scented water, she saw that there was breakfast waiting for her.

Meals at the marquisate.

Considering this, Radis somehow wanted to last at least two years here.

Brendon, the marquisate’s chef was, in Radis’ humble opinion, a genius.

When Radis was suffering from her cold, Brendon made a dish for her that made her feel as though she could rise from her bed even if she was dying.

Lemon sherbet that just goes down smoothly in one’s throat, caramel pudding that melts at the tip of one’s tongue, apple pies baked with plenty of cinnamon.

When Brendon, who had a nice mustache, gave a generous dash of caramel syrup with spices on the pudding while saying it was good for her cold, Radis heard a bell-like, angelic sound coming from above the chef’s head.

Today as well, Brendon was displaying his genius on a platter.

The light sandwich was chock-full with salted ham and crunchy vegetables, and beside it was a bowl of sweet chestnut soup.

Of course, both were so delicious that she could cry.

These days, because she looked forward to breakfast, her eyes would open at dawn.

After a satisfactory meal, Radis poured a cup of tea that was brewed with high-quality leaves, and inside the teacup was a slice of lemon.

The sweet taste spread inside her mouth as she took a sip, and its warmth was spread within her as well.

“Haa…”

Almost shuddering, Radis’ shoulders shook with happiness.

In the past, she didn’t know how much satisfaction food, clothing and shelter could bring to one’s life.

It was too great of a feeling of happiness that it’s unbelievable that this luck came by chance.

“If this isn’t a vacation, I don’t know what is.”

Cloud-like beds and sunny rooms.

And also delicious meals brought by lovely maids that made Radis wonder if they were actually angels.

She felt sorry for her own self when she recalled how the grumpy Irene would bring her meals before.

The most important thing was that there was no Margaret, who frequently came to her and did verbal and physical abuse, no David, who would spout sarcastic remarks and quarrel whenever their eyes met, no Jurich, who would turn her face to look away and ignore Radis.

And there was no Zade, who seemed to be doing nothing wrong, but was actually the cause of all the family’s problems.

“Now that I’m out of the Tilrod household, it feels like I’m actually living now.”

Other people underwent sufferings after leaving home, and they would feel homesick because they would miss their families. However for Radis, she felt sick and tired just saying the name ‘Tilrod’ with her own lips.

She shook her head to rid herself of thoughts of the Tilrod family.

Then, she opened the letter she received from her teacher Armano, which was brought to her by a maid.

[ My most lovely and cute student Radis,

My heart is filled with both joy and sorrow to hear that you are now at the Russell Marquisate.

My joy stems from my confidence and faith that you will fare better anywhere compared to the Tilrod household, but my sorrow comes from my own helplessness. I didn’t want to leave without being able to help you. ]

Radis smiled because it was almost like she could hear her teacher’s voice.

Teacher Armano sounded more like a bard than a knight.

[ I wish to teach you more about swordsmanship, but it will be difficult to learn through letters.

But it’s a meaningful challenge for me, as I am infinitely interested in expressing everything through ample words.

First of all, you have to tap into your vitality and the essence of your strong will in order to feel your flow of mana.

Manifesting it is the first step.

It’s usually conjured through the hand.

For me to explain this, I may have to write about it from the time the sun sets to the time the rising star has reached the sky’s zenith.

Ah, don’t you like this expression? It’s more poetic than just saying ‘all night long’.

Anyway, first with your hand and next through your weapon. However, the moment I tried to explain this in writing, I felt the limitations of my vocabulary.

A cold sense of despair and helplessness surrounded me that made me put down my quill.

If you reach this level, you’ll be able to gain the seal of a mage knight.

But you know already that’s not a knight’s goal, yes?

This level is only something you’ll have to pass through, for a knight’s path is continuously headed towards the devotion that would quench one’s own temper so as to tread the path of honor. You must keep this in mind. ]

Radis read through the lines in Armano’s letter with a smile on her face.

Armano was the most distinctive person she knew.

When she didn’t know anything, he was the one to open her eyes and widen her horizons, and this was by only listening to Armano so that she could understand properly.