Do Your Best and Regret

Chapter 19

The Grand Duke's living room late at night.

"The Lady is asleep."

After finishing the report, Hannah left the reception room. In the sitting room alone, the Grand Duke exhaled slowly. His sharp nerves began to subside little by little. Just the fact that Olivia Madeleine is in his mansion.

As the sun was setting, he left for the Imperial Palace and heard a report that Olivia had disappeared. Olivia disappeared alone from the heavily guarded imperial palace. The Grand Duke felt his eyes turning white. His eyes rolled back and his entire army searched for her. When she finally found out, Olivia had lost her sparkle and she looked up at him.

"Why are you here?"

Olivia's face was pale and she was clutching the hem of her robe. When her trembling voice, as if holding back her tears, resurfaced, the Grand Duke's red eyes darkened. He almost made her cry alone. Just thinking about it was a terrible thing.

With all his might, the Grand Duke picked up the oldest letter on the table and checked the signature. Liv Green.

The corners of the Grand Duke's mouth rose gracefully. He remembered a year and a half ago when he first encountered this neat handwriting. It was a time when he was drafted into the war against Heferti by the Emperor, who used the White Crystal Mine as a leash.

One day, a purple letter started arriving in the dreary mail. It was the same sentence every time.

Stay safe and don't get hurt. Liv Green Dream.

It was a letter from a sponsor sending relief goods. When the five letters were sent, the Grand Duke sent a courtesy thank her. It was only after the Grand Duke sent his reply that he learned that a letter from a benefactor was also an essential requirement for relief.

He received a letter from a sponsor who had been absent for a while. The sponsor's letter was a little longer. A carefully written letter thanking him for expressing her gratitude. Starting with that letter, letters with Liv Green began to exchange. The recipient of a strange letter is anxious and cold, but affectionate.

When letters were exchanged for about half a year, the Grand Duke referred to Liv Green like that. Every time he read the letter, his curiosity about this mysterious benefactor grew. A person who sends the best alms anonymously, unlike nobles who sponsor amounts and advertise their names. The day after Liv Green's relief supplies arrived, armor and barracks, which were always in short supply, became plentiful.

Even things like blankets. The anonymous benefactor who sent us what we actually needed did not carelessly share his story.

Instead, based on the story at first glance, he could only infer that she seemed to be living a happy life. A story of praying for the safe return of the knights along with their beloved families. Or a story about being upset because her younger brother is sick.

Things like going on a date with her fiancé and hoping that this happy moment would return to the drivers as soon as possible.

The sponsor always wrote this in the last paragraph of the letter:.

I wish you all the best. Liv Green Dream.

It was an unfamiliar word. 'all my best.' Every time he read the letter, the Grand Duke would think over those strange words. He traveled the battlefield to retrieve the White Crystal Mine that his mother loved so much. He did his best for his family, which was exploited by the Emperor and fell to the ground. If you think about it that way, he thinks he did his best to some extent. Strangely, the emptiness was not filled. For quite some time after that, the Grand Duke thought about 'what was best.