The second Sunday of spring break has arrived.
Alfred should return soon.
Since he said that he’d come back two weeks, he should arrive at the church today or tomorrow.
But the Sunday passes and there’s still no sight of Alfred.
Maybe… he’ll be back tomorrow.
Monday soon rolls by.
It’s been raining since the morning.
The kids can’t go outside, so they play in the church’s large dining room. They make paper planes using the sheets of documents I no longer have a use for, trying their best to fly them around the room.
Like how I taught them, the children made several types of paper airplanes.
Smiles on their faces, they seem to be having a lot of fun.
But Alfred still has yet to return.
Tuesday.
There are only five days left on spring break.
Because it’s sunny outside, I take a trip to the southwestern part of the village to inspect and sketch the area.
I think I’ll quickly go home today.
According to Loendal, it may rain in the evening.
And as he predicts, clouds quickly stretch through the skies a few hours past noon. So I decide to call it a day.
On my way home, I make a detour to the church. Just to check on something.
I still see no sight of Alfred.
“I wondered what happened,” Marie says while tilting her head. “Maybe he’ll come back tomorrow. I’m sure he’s late because he’s helping out in the ranch.” She smiles.
Is that the case?
Really?
I return to the carriage. Sitting in the driver’s seat, Shurio furrows his brow as he looks to my direction. “Young master, are you alright…? You look like you’re very tired…”
“Really? I’m fine, though. I’m alright…”
When I step on the ramp to the carriage, my foot slips.
“Y-young master!”
Shurio quickly jumps from his seat and catches me. How embarrassing. I have to steady myself.
“…Ahh, I’m just a little dizzy just now. I’m alright.”
Even though I say it’s fine, Shurio still frowns. I wonder why. It’s not an issue since the dizziness only lasts for a moment. The headache disappears as quickly as it appears.
I try to stand, but Shurio stops me.
“Shurio?”
“…Young master. Let’s take a little rest at the church, okay? Young master will feel more relieved there…. right?”
“Relieved…?”
“Yes. Young master is currently worrying about someone, right?”
Shurio beams at me, and judging from his face he understands my concerns..
What do you mean, worrying about someone? How do you expect me to respond to that? And why are you grinning!?
“I don’t really… feel that way…”
“I will inform the guards, so just take a rest,” says Shurio. “I will also stay here. Please call me if you need anything.”
“Yeah. I think that’ll be the best course of action, Lian-sama,” said Marie, her face the picture of worry. She cups my cheek with her thin, small hand. Since when did she get here?
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