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I stagger through the large garden that leads from the mansion to the gate.
It is a long way from the house to the gate.
I wanted to see at least the last portrait of my mother.
Ten years ago, my mother passed away, and six months later, my step-mother and father married, with young Mira in tow.
When I learned that Miraâs biological father was my father, I was saddened to realize that my mother had been betrayed by my father all along.
Mira was four years old when she came to live with the Dukes. For at least five years, my mother was betrayed by my father.
âAre you from the Duke of Niclas? A letter to Liserotte Niclas-sama.â
When I came to the dukeâs gate, a mailman spoke to me.
I canât see the gatekeeper, perhaps because itâs shift time.
âIâm Liserotte Niclas.â
âWhat? You are?â
No wonder the mailman was surprised. The Crown Prince called me out while I was painting, and I left the room without time to change, so I was still wearing my smock. And the smell of the unique paint on my clothes. This doesnât make me look like a duchess at all.
âWell, she must be the Duchess of Niclas, since she is on the premises. Please sign for it.â
I wrote my name on a piece of paper and received a letter.
â..It really says Liserotte Niclas. Is that the kind of dress and perfume thatâs popular among aristocrats these days? I donât know.â
With these words, the mailman mounted his donkey and rode away.
If the mailman had arrived a little later, I would have gone out of the house. He might not have believed me if I told him I was a member of the dukeâs family. Iâm glad I was walking slowly.
The letter had a beautiful wax seal on it.
When I looked at the senderâs name, it said Aldrick Ludendorf.
Aldrick Ludendolf-sama, a handsome neighbor prince with jet black hair and obsidian eyes.
His mother was friends with my mother. While she was alive, Al-Sama stayed with the Duke for a month.
That summer, when my mother was alive and Al-sama was there, we had a lot of fun.
Al-sama is the first person besides my mother to praise my paintings.
When I was painting a flame-clad spirit salamander, Al-sama looked at the Salamander and said, âCute.â
I was very happy because it was the first time that someone other than my mother praised my painting.
When I was painting the eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, he said, âItâs beautiful.â
When I was painting Mmir, the old man with a lifeless head, he said, âWonderful!â
He also said that the smell of the paint was âIt smells good!â and âI like the painting, including the smell!â