It’s just as Cheddar-san told me before. About how time will fly incredibly fast after graduating from school. Before I notice it, summer has already arrived, the heat of the sun so strong that it burns my skin.
After graduation, I left the church, which had taken care of me until then, and moved into the Cheddars’ ranch. Following that, I started working full-time for them.
My current tasks remain almost the same as before, when I was only a part-time ranch hand. As such, I had no particular problems in adjusting.
The only things that changed are the place where I return to sleep and the greater workload since I don’t need to attend school anymore.
One of the responsibilities that Cheddar-san entrusts to me is to load batches of the ranch’s dairy products, such as fresh milk and cheese, into the wagon early in the morning on weekdays and deliver them to our big customers.
They include the individuals, shops, farmers, and institutions that regularly buy from Cheddar-san in large quantities.
Cheddar-san also hired several part-timers to deliver dairy products to individual houses.
At the beginning, I completed the deliveries with Cheddar-san. But after two weeks of acclimating myself to all the procedures and destinations, I am entrusted to complete several deliveries to nearby locations on my own.
And among them is the kitchen of the lord’s residence.
Cheddar-san gives me the delivery list, laughter leaving his lips, then says, “This will ease your hectic schedule, right?” It seems like he has already taken my other job into consideration.
At this time, Cheddar-san is to travel to a slightly distant village to visit a timber factory and a plantation, as well as complete some deliveries around the town.
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After I lug one large tin milk can into the refrigerator by the back of the kitchen, the butler, who came to check today’s delivery list, stops me.
This butler of the Owens always wears a gentle smile, but his movements still remain without fault in spite of his advanced age.
This old man is even the sole person to gain the acknowledgement of my stern seniors, who also work as escorts like me.
“Thank you for your hard work, Fram-sama. My apologies for disturbing you in the middle of your job, but Lian-sama had appointed me to deliver a message to you.”
“A message?”
“Yes. It’s ‘Please stop by before you return,'” says the butler, a friendly grin on his face.
“Got it. I’ll drop by once I’ve finished transporting today’s delivery to the kitchen.”
“Yes. Thank you very much.” The butler performs a perfect bow toward me before returning to the head chef’s side.
Whenever Lian wishes to contact me for some matter or business, the butler will inform me during my deliveries to the mansion.
However, the meeting place is always the private room of the lord’s son.
Although I’m Lian’s private escort, is it fine for someone like me to just casually enter such a room? I once asked the butler about that.
I’m glad for their trust in me, but even I don’t think I have done anything to warrant such great trust.
In response, the butler flashed me a flawless smile and said, “If Lian-sama is alright with that, then so are we.”
But his eyes held no laughter.
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