The Flower Dances and the Wind Sings

“Chef, you too..?”

“Yes. It happened yesterday too,” he nodded stiffly and recalled the night before. “Madam complimented on how delicious the croaker I cooked for her was.”

“What?”

“This was the twelfth time!”

“How even…”

At the word twelfth, the servants were all in shock. Starting with the head cook’s words, they all began to unravel what they had experienced.

“Come to think of it, she told me she liked the shoes I brought her and asked me to do it again next time.”

“Anna, you too? While I was tending to Madam today, she said the hair ornament I brought her was pretty—”

“Me too, me too! She said that the cake I baked was delicious and asked me to bake it often!”

“Is that all? I was cleaning the window frame and the lady said ‘It’s not good to overdo it, so why don’t you take a rest the next day?’ I was just cleaning the window frames!”

Various anecdotes were poured out. One of them sighed as if he had run into an impasse, “There must be something wrong.”

“I’ve already asked her to consult a doctor…” Anna shook her head, muffling her words.

“What are you all doing here?”

Lianne came in humming a tune. However, her steps faltered due to the tense gazes directed toward her.

“Wh-what?”

“You know why, right?”

“…Know what?”

Lianne unconsciously took half a step back at Anna’s seemingly argumentative tone. She just came to get Ercella some snacks and did not expect this sudden misfortune. With a swift move, the head cook grabbed Lianne who was slowly shrinking away. “Tell me, Lianne!”

But, what?!

With his chest pounding in frustration, the head cook’s eyes urged her to speak quickly, as he quickly sighed and asked, “I want to know why Madam has become strange these days.”

“…Sorry?” Lianne asked back puzzled.

‘Madam? Strange?’

The only madam she knew was Ercella, but strange..? Sure she is weird sometimes, but it’s never to the point of being outrightly strange.

Lianne’s lips were quivering at the absurdity of it; regardless, Anna vigorously shook Lianne’s arm as if urging for an answer. “Sister, something is really strange. You and Beth used to be Madam’s only personal attendants, but these days, she takes turns ordering all the maids. How come?”

“…Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is good, really good! But how could she just change overnight!”

“That’s right! She even calls out our names one by one!”

Nod, nod. Eight heads bobbed up and down like waves in agreement.

“Perhaps, has she become cr— s-sick?!”

“You were trying to say she’s become crazy, weren’t you?”

“Me? When?”

At Lianne catching her backbiting, Anna shook her head desperately. Isn’t it blasphemous to say such a thing about your master? If the butler or maid caught me, I would not be able to avoid danger.

“Anyway, it’s true that she has changed lately. We want to know why.” The head cook stealthily diverted the conversation, siding with Anna.

“I thought if I should inform the Master, but… I’m being careful since it’s a sensitive issue.”

“No, why is it always the same old story?”

“Huh? What do—”

“It’s not like Madam suddenly turned kind after having had an awful personality.”

“I mean she was always kind but…”

The head cook stretched out his sentence as long as a taffy. Looking at Lianne’s frustrated expression, the servants shifted around and continued the head cook’s backbiting, “…How to say, there was a strange sense of distance before?”

“That’s right, exactly! Like someone who doesn’t want to get attached to us.”

The gathered maids had the advantage of being honest because they were still young, but unfortunately, Lianne was the only one here who did not understand the honesty.

Lianne tilted her head, “Really?”

“Oh, you are unaware since you’re favored by Madam.”

Then, Lianne began sweating profusely as if she had noticed something. The coy pair of eyes looking at her made her really upset. As for her, she had a lot to say too.

“Well, you guys weren’t exactly affable either, were you?”

“But how can we—”

“The butler and the head maid ordered us to stay put and not talk to Master and Madam unless necessary.”

“That made it hard for me, too.”

Lianne clearly remembered how she felt when she first stepped into Bernhardt. Although the servants had been replaced several times, they were all boring people who acted as if they didn’t know how to joke.

While it was hard for Lianne to adjust, the problem was Ercella. When she was a young lady at the marquisate, she had a good rapport with the servants — for which she would get scolded by the previous marquis — but she couldn’t stand the new environment.

Lianne would have forever thought that they were such people if it weren’t for the occasional laughter she heard from the kitchen when she went down thirsty in the middle of the night.

“Anyway, she’s not sick, so don’t worry.”

Actually, I am a little worried because she’s been smiling a lot lately, but… Lianne decided to call it her madam’s caprice. She didn’t make much progress in her relationship with the Young Master, but Lianne was grateful that she didn’t show as much frustration as before.

Ercella certainly looked to be in a good mood, except for when Lady Garten visited the mansion. Aside from Ercella’s constant poking for her to get married, Lianne thought that the current change in her wasn’t too bad.

‘It’s about time she acted friendly.’

Lianne roughly concluded that and said casually, “Give me some refreshments for Madam and Lady Cellon.”

“Huh? Oh, yes, yes!”

Apprentice chef Harper scrambled through the cloth-wrapped basket.

“Not too much!” Lianne shouted seeing the snacks overflowing on the plate.

Harper glared at Lianne, “This is too much? Are you trying to starve our Madam to death?”

Goodness, really? There was nothing but laughter in that trivial moment. Lianne couldn’t help but regret that the person she wanted to show this wasn’t here.

* * *

Meanwhile, Ercella, unaware of that fact, was focusing on studying. This was the tenth full-time meeting with Leory.

“Schuler de Admuir.”

“If you ask me to dance, I shall accept it. It’s what a woman at a ball says to a man she’s interested in.”

Leory smiled softly as Ercella replied in a confident voice.

“That’s right. It’s a virtue for women in Grania to either wait for men to ask them to dance, or if they themselves ask the men to dance, then they must do so demurely with shyness, but that expression is often used in Lenart, where they emphasize women’s dignity.”

Ercella inadvertently nodded her head.

“There are also female knights in Lenart.”

“How do you know that?”

“My husband told me.”

“Ah yes, His Excellency also went to war with Lenart.”

Suddenly, Ercella’s face bloomed like a flower.

“That’s all? He also successfully completed the border agreement and acquired Linurés. There are quite a few mines in that land alone. His Majesty also graciously congratulated him for the achievement.”

Ercella was excited as if she had achieved all that. Leory looked at Ercella, who was complimenting her husband with a flushed face, finding her adorable.

“It must be nice to have a husband you can be proud of.”

“Of course. In every war he goes to, he comes back victorious. Naturally, it’s not that he doesn’t get hurt, but…”

Only then did Ercella realize that she had been running her mouth like a fool and shut her mouth. Leory responded to Ercella’s excitement by telling her not to mind. “Every Granian knows of the victorious achievements of His Excellency. At the same time, he saved many Granian lives by making compromises at the right time without prolonging the war. He is well worthy of respect, compared to the great men who were blinded by military achievements and continued unnecessary wars. Naturally, you should be proud.”

Even with Leory’s words, Ercella only blushed in embarrassment.

Flustered due to her endlessly burning cheeks, Ercella supported her chin with both her hands, unintentionally making a flower cup, she mumbled, “Still, it’s best if he doesn’t go to these wars. After all, that’s why he gets hurt so much.”

“You seem to like him a lot.”

“I like him. I really do.” Ercella strongly affirmed, and suddenly expressed her concern, “That’s why I feel like I’m not good enough. Compared to my husband, I don’t even know what I’m good at…”

“Oh, didn’t you decide not to say that?”

“Still,” Ercella grumbled and bit the snack on the table. Chewing it, a savory scent wafted in her mouth, yet Ercella was dissatisfied with the snack that suited her taste.

Why does the chef make it so delicious that I can’t stop my hand from picking it up? As she mumbled while chewing, she suddenly felt embarrassed realizing her imprudent attitude toward Leory.

“I…I wonder if I was being too casual in front of you, teacher.”

I guess I got a bit attached to Leory after talking about this and that with her. Look at my unbecoming behavior, just because we’ve gotten a little closer. Maybe it’s because I didn’t participate in that little tea party. In the past, when I didn’t have a friend I used to just ramble to myself.

“I don’t mind if you treat me intimately. And in my opinion, it’s nothing to rebuke someone for. You’re doing great.”

“How much?” Ercella’s eyes bent mischievously at the recurring praise. She asked back, half playfully and half curiously.

“What do you think my rank would be if I entered Gracivan?”

Ercella started with the premise that she would enter Gracivan in the first place. Is it because the teacher praised me so much? She would forget about her shyness and sometimes even act a little smug. Am I that good? Sometimes when she was drunk on arrogance, she’d often brag to Harsen. However, his reaction of listening to her quietly and smiling once in a while wasn’t very amusing.

“Uh…”

Leory hesitated, her gaze indistinct, “Ninth place?”

“In class?!” cried Ercella in delight. In the whole school, of course, that would not happen, so she thought the ranking would be in the class. But that alone was something. It was a place where talented people from all over the country gathered!

However, Leory’s gaze was as intense as an earthquake and a raging typhoon, making Ercella wonder. “No, in the school, but…”

“…”

“…should I say from behind?”

If you’re behind, you’re behind. What else could behind mean? At her dumbfounded blinks, Leory spared no excuses, “It’s Gracivan, Your Grace.”

Did I get ahead of myself? She was being generous by saying ninth place from behind. Placing her hand on her chest, Ercella thought, ugh, no wonder my heart hurts.

* * *

Her lively stroll stopped at the sight of the boy in front of her.

“Are you going to the study?” Ercella pointed at the books held by Vicente. He had about six thick books in his hand.

“Yes,” Vicente answered half-heartedly, trying to brush past Ercella. However, he had no choice but to stop soon as Ercella had blocked his way. Vicente’s mouth twitched slightly, yet Ercella feigned ignorance and held out her hands with a bright face, “Isn’t it heavy? Let me carry them.”

He paused for a moment, taking a look at her lively appearance. “No need.”

In response, Ercella retraced her arm, saying, “Really?” She knew that even if she insisted further, she would hear only rejection.

“Then, shall we go to the study together? I happen to have some business there, too.”

“Sure.”

Since she found out his destination anyway, Vicente could not prevent Ercella from chasing after him. They headed to the study, without him realizing that he was keeping pace with Ercella’s walking speed. At that moment, Ercella’s gaze fell on the book Vicente was holding.

“Ludelsian, huh. Isn’t it difficult?”

“…It’s doable.”

“Well, I’m good at it. Would you like my help if it’s too difficult?”

Vicente stared at Ercella without answering. No wonder…

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Of course. I’m going to the study with you.”

Her casual tone stopped him in his tracks without realizing it. Ercella, who was humming a tune, noticed it and turned around. He saw her tilt her head slightly.

“Vicente?”

Since when?

“…Nothing.”

I got used to that voice calling my name.

He moved, trying to shake off the vague feeling that was pouring in.