The day after the Thorpe Mansion officially became Fresaâs property, news also reached the Guilespie Countâs residence.
Surely Fresa hadnât meant to buy the Thorpe Mansion.
With the Thorpe family now having lost their home, the others would have to find some way to live on the meager wealth they had scraped together.
âSoon those tiresome leeches will fall away completely,â Rowan muttered after rereading the newspaper article several times and placing it back on the table.
That turned out to be a good thing for him.
He was already tired from the Thorpe family constantly coming to him, begging to borrow money.
Since the mansion had passed into Fresaâs hands, their last holdout had become Fresaâs as well.
It was good for Rowan, but it would undoubtedly be a troublesome situation for Fresa.
If only someone could be by her side right now, it might be easier to win Fresaâs heart.
âI want to meet Fresa soon to have a talk, but Alicia has been so sensitive itâs turning into a problem.â
If Fresa had shown such prowess earlier, he would have married Fresa rather than the humble maid Aliciaâand he would only regret it.
âWhy have I been living in hiding all this time?â
Ever since Fresa pretended to be dead and returned, she had been behaving like a completely different person.
The more Rowan watched her actions, the more a strange sense of unease grew.
If Fresa had deliberately deceived everyone? What on earth could be the reason?
Why did Fresa quietly accept being ignored by her family and having her fiancé taken by a maid?
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
âIâd like to know the reason.â
To do that, he would need to win Fresaâs heart, but no method came to mind.
In the old days Fresa showered affection even if Rowan did nothing, so this was even more disheartening.
He considered giving expensive jewels or dresses as gifts, but Fresaâs current means were enough to buy the Thorpe Mansion, so that wouldnât have much effect anyway.
âAll of this gives me a headache.â
While Rowan was lost in thoughts about Fresa, Alicia finished her morning wash and entered the bedroom.
She looked at Rowan with moist, clear eyes and smiled, unaware of anything.
âRowan, letâs go to breakfast.â
âAll right.â
Rowan answered dryly without realizing it and stood up.
âIs something wrong? Was there something bad in the newspaper?â
Alicia wouldnât have missed such a change.
She cautiously grasped Rowanâs hand again, looking worried.
âIâm a little tired, Risha.â
Rowan quickly wrapped his arms around Aliciaâs shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead to smooth things over.
Even with that warm kiss, Alicia couldnât shake her lingering suspicion.
She glanced quickly at the table and soon found Fresaâs name on the front page of the newspaper.
There, too, there was the reason Rowan had grown cold toward Alicia.
Alicia naturally pulled away from Rowanâs embrace and said, âOh, Iâll just go fix my hair for a moment. You go to the dining room first.â
ââŠAll right, come slowly.â
Rowan left the room without any particular suspicion.
As soon as the door closed, Alicia hurried to read the newspaper article.
âThorpe Mansion⊠FresaâŠâ
Her head already hurt from worrying about last time, and now Fresa owning the Thorpe Mansion sent her heart sinking.
Surely she wasnât thinking of returning to the capital, right?
Alicia could not bear the anxious feeling and gnawed at her nails.
This was all because the foolish Thorpe siblings had failed the plan she had proposed.
If Fresa returned to the Thorpe Mansion and grew closer to Rowan, it would be a disaster.
For some reason, Rowan had clearly fallen for Fresa.
âThat must not happen.â
Alicia had been racking her brains for a way to separate Fresa from Rowan for so long that she had forgotten about breakfast.
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It had been several days since Fresa, shunning the clingy Thorpe siblings, returned to Paro Village.
Fresa designated Loren as the owner of the manor.
Loren looked extremely surprised and refused many times, but Fresa would not yield, and he eventually accepted.
The tedious feud with the Thorpe family was finally coming to an end, which was a relief, but part of her still worried about the matter with Count and Countess Guilespie.
That Loren had been the one who had framed him last time was Aliciaâs plan, after all.
âAlicia is watching me, trying to keep me in check.â
Alicia seemed to genuinely believe that Rowan had turned his heart toward Fresa.
Since she couldnât attack the man she loves, she likely decided to turn her arrows toward Fresa.
Alicia pretended to be kinder than anyone, but in truth she harbored poison in her heart.
Fresa was the only one who truly understood her.
âIf you hadnât meddled at first, they could have fought or done whatever they wanted, and Fresa wouldnât have minded.â
But with Alicia interfering, Fresaâs plans were unlikely to go as she wished.
Alicia would surely do whatever it took to get what she wanted, and Rowanâs foolishness only made Fresaâs life harder.
Anyway, those two had been obstacles to Fresaâs path from start to finish.
Fresa picked up the sprayer, thinking of the unwelcome faces of the Guilespie Count and Countess, and sprayed a fine mist over the fresh herbs, letting out a soft sigh.
âWhy are you worrying about every little thing again? Everything has gone smoothly.â
Reese, who had been hovering daintily around and savoring the vitality of the plants, swooped over and perched on Fresaâs shoulder.
âThere will probably be another issue to deal with soon.â
âWhat’s the matter? This time Iâll help.â
âReese, focus on recovery. The fate of this world may depend on it.â
âHm. Even now youâre all right.â
Reese didnât look as gloomy as before, but she was still likely worrying about the World Tree.
Fresa shared the same worry.
If this world went wrong, everything she had achieved and the people she cared about could be harmed.
Fresa hoped nothing like that would happen.
By the way, what happened to that black lump?
Fresa thought she should ask Isaac soon, so she moved to the side and watered another herb.
Then Lycaon suddenly stepped forward and looked up at her.
âResa.â
Chik.
Startled, Fresa sprayed Lycaonâs face with the sprayer.
Lycaon instinctively closed his eyes, but he had to endure all the water that sprayed him in fine droplets.
His handsome face was soaked in an instant.
Fresa hurriedly rubbed his face clean with her apron, apologizing.
âIâmâso sorry. I didnât mean to shove my face in like that…â
ââŠItâs all right. Itâs nice that the boss let me wash my face; itâs refreshing.â
âIâm sorry.â
Fresa pouted and intentionally scrubbed Lycaonâs face harder.
Soon, the man straightened his back, gently caught her wrist to stop her, and blinked slowly, water-filled lashes glistening as he asked,
âAre you okay now? Youâve been having to stay underground; I came to see you. Is there a lot of work?â
âJust thinking about a few things. Is there anything unusual upstairs?â
âYes, well. Itâs just that there are more people here, so thereâs some commotion, but nothing else.â
Certainly, ever since Isaac and Loren became part of the apothecary, the place had become quite crowded.
Lycaon didnât seem too fond of that.
He seemed to prefer quiet places.
âSeems youâre the center of all the commotion.â
Fresa studied his eyes for a moment before suddenly speaking.
âMr. Lycaon, do you prefer quiet places?â
âNot particularly; I donât especially mind quiet places.â
Huh.
Fresa found his answer far from what she had expected.
Her ears felt hot, and she found it awkward to look at Lycaon.
âGood times, good times indeed,â Reese muttered with a click of her tongue as she lay on the herbs.
Fresa quickly averted her gaze and sprayed the sprayer again over the already watered herbs.
Lycaon looked at her face, smiled faintly, and quickly changed the subject.
âIf the Thorpe Mansion is sorted out, how about living there? This place could be used only for the apothecary. I can install a magic circle connecting the mansion and the apothecary. Then moving around would be easier.â
Fresa found the idea of a magical bridge between spaces enticing, but she shook her head.
âI donât really want to go back to the kingdom. There are memories there, but there were also more dreadful things there.â
The Thorpe Mansion was a place Fresa both loved and hated.
There were precious memories with Loren, but it was also a place where she had been tormented by the Thorpe family.
But Loren would manage the mansion better than anyone.
If her beloved siblings grew a little more, they could come up to the capital and live together, so she would not be lonely.
If someone precious appeared, Loren might have a new future there.
So Fresa did not change her mind.
âThat mansion will belong entirely to Loren. But could you install the magical circle? It would make Lorenâs coming and going easier. Could you do that, please?â
âI had planned that from the start. You donât need to ask.â
Lycaon smiled as if he had expected Fresa to say that.
Then the urgent footsteps came down the stairs.
âYour Grace, His Majesty the Emperor requests your presence.â
Jed delivered the news quickly even before reaching the bottom of the stairs.
Fresa turned her head toward the stairs to check his face; his complexion was darker than usual.
âIs something happening?â
But it was a matter from another country, and if she went deeper it would involve Lycaonâs family, so Fresa did not press for details.
Lycaon looked at Fresa with a puzzled expression and finally moved his lips.
ââŠIâll be right back.â
âYes, please be careful. And donât use magic for now.â
Lycaon disappeared behind Jed as soon as Fresa finished speaking.
Fresa glanced once at the stairs where he had disappeared, then at the empty space where he had been, and let out a soft sigh.
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