I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

“As long as you don’t mind when… Is there a place you want to go to?”

“Yes. But it’s a secret where.”

Kaywhin nodded obediently, “Okay. I will free up some time whenever I can.”

“…”

“What’s that look for?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Yelena lowered her gaze.

She caught sight of her husband’s rolled-up sleeve.

‘It kind of… feels like you’ve become kinder…’

But her husband was always kind and sweet, so it could be just a feeling.

Yelena butchered the food on her innocent plate.

* * *

“I… madam.”

Yelena returned to her residence after breakfast and ran into a maid who was at the door.

The moment Yelena thought she looked familiar, she bowed her head.

“I-I am really sorry about what happened in the dining room a while ago.”

Oh, it was the maid who stumbled and accidentally spilled the food.

As she recalled what happened a while ago, Yelena’s mind automatically drew an image of her husband’s firm and thick forearm.

Yelena’s mouth moved despite herself, “It’s all right, good job.”

“…What?”

“Yes, good job, Lina.”

Yelena memorized all the names of the maids. It was the first thing she did when she came to the Duke’s castle.

Before Yelena left, she patted Lina on the shoulder and walked into her room.

“…”

Soon Lina returned to work with a dazed expression.

The other maids huddled around her.

“How was it? Did you apologize?”

“Did she accept it?”

“Anri, Marie, I was a little scared to think about how she would punish me…”

Lina said with a puzzled face, “You see… She said ‘good job’ to me.”

“What?”

“Good job?”

“Was she being sarcastic?”

“No… it didn’t feel that way. She really complimented me. She even knew my name.”

Having said that, Lina immediately continued speaking.

“I think she deliberately praised me so that I wouldn’t be too embarrassed by just one mistake.”

“Oh, my.”

“Oh my God, she’s so considerate…”

“…I can’t believe she was such a nice person.”

Lina, who was touched, soon burst into tears.

“Even if it’s a mistake, it’s my fault anyway. I have nothing to say even if I’m punished… Heug, I’m not going to curse at the madam anymore…”

“Me too, me too.”

“I’ll do the same.”

The young maids, easily assimilated by their friend’s feelings, shed tears together.

Everyone present there was united in one heart.

* * *

When Yelena returned to her place, she found a letter in front of her.

The sender was Rosaline Max.

Yelena opened the letter after she sent everyone out of her room.

The contents were simple.

[This teacher is terribly curious about her disciple’s achievements.]

The letter ended with that one line, and at the bottom, there was a small postscript saying that she had reconciled with her husband and not to worry.

Yelena chuckled at the letter, which was very concise but clear-cut.

Rosaline used to be like this.

In fact, she talked a lot whenever we met, but due to her personality, if they were exchanging letters, the main body would rarely exceed two sentences.

Yelena went into the study with her friend’s letter and grabbed a pen.

After hesitating for a while, she wrote down the first sentence on a blank sheet of paper.

[Seems smooth. Maybe.]

…Was that too timid?

Yelena was troubled by the words she wrote.

At that moment, the events at the dining room occupied Yelena’s mind.

Yelena crumpled the letter that she wrote, tossed it to one side of the desk, and then brought a new paper and moved the pen.

[Very smooth]

Good. She mustered up the courage.

Somehow, with a pounding heart, Yelena continued the following sentence.

[Currently trying to move from step 3 to step 4.

I will never forget to thank my teacher for her guidance and will try my best at every moment.]

Yelena’s hand, which had been writing without difficulty until there, stopped again.

After a while, the stopped pen moved a little.

[…Also, I want to start the first phase of skinship.]

It’s finished.

After writing her reply, Yelena hurriedly sealed the letter as if she was afraid someone would see it and called a servant.

“Immediately send this to Countess Max. If you lose it, you’ll be held responsible.”

“Oh, yes. I understand, madam.”

It was rare for the duchess to utter threats.

The servant nervously took the letter and withdrew.

Yelena turned away from the retreating servant, her ears a little flushed.

* * *