Chapter 38
As the finale of the festival, the Duke called Luciel and Leoni to give them a special gift. This gift was a small dome-shaped greenhouse for children.
“You’re growing plants in the greenhouse yourself. Whether it’s strawberry, flower, or herb. You can raise anything.”
“It’s something I’ve always dreamed of. So
nice.”
Luciel liked the greenhouse so much she was already walking around the place. She was so happy that she felt like her heart was bearing
fruit.
It was soft all around. It had a cute size and good sunlight, and it was kept in a gentle temperature as if it were covered with a soft blanket.
Nothing was planted yet, but I felt somewhat reassured that there was a flower bed covered with soft brown soil. Luciel squatted in front of the flowerbed and rolled up her sleeves. A small maple-leaf-like hand patted the fine soil.
As Luciel was doing so, Leon followed along, looking at the flowerbed with equally curious eyes, patting the soil along the same way his sister did.
“What are you going to plant here?”
When the Duke asked, Leoni was faster in answering.
“Banana!”
“Banana, let’s buy some seedlings. What about Luciel?
“I’ll think about it some more. It’s a waste to plant just anything. Thank you so much, father-in-law.”
After greeting politely, Luciel’s smile, which smiled brightly like the sun, made the Duke happy.
“Think slowly.”
The Duke gave a gift as a means to grow plants themselves, and learn while they play, but Luciel seemed to have gained a laboratory,
In the past, Luciel constantly made jewelry and ran out of mana, so there was little mana left in her body before she died. In order to prevent it in advance in this lifetime, there was something she had in mind. A medicine that the Crown Prince drank every day to stabilize the mana flow.
It was a nutritional supplement for mana that the Imperial Pharmacist Cicline Renny made by hand-growing some medicinal herbs. Luciel was also planning to make it and drink it.
‘If you take it steadily from when you were young, it would definitely work. The Crown
Prince also said that it was effective after taking it for a long time for several years.
Luciel glanced around the greenhouse.
It was a small size compared to the spacious garden of the Castle, but it was a space that combined two parlors.
“It’s enough to plant several herbs.”
It took three herbs to make mana nutrients.
Tatea, Ruga tree, and Thierry fruit.
This combination recipe was later developed by Cicline, so now, no one knows.
First of all, I had to find out if I could grow herbs.
Luciel went to the library and rummaged through the bookshelves for a while, and found the herbal medicine book. The only thing she found as a result of searching through the bookshelves for a while was the most common data on Tatea.
Luciel, who returned to the greenhouse, was thinking about what to do next, and Leoni came inside holding Sasha’s hand. In the meantime, Leoni had already planted banana seedlings. The proud child was cute.
“Sister, look at this!”
Bananas were broad-leaved trees with broad leaves growing in tropical areas. Thanks to this, the temperature was so high that the greenhouse felt slightly hot. The fresh and green leaves looked good.
“Pretty.”
“When will the banana come out?”
As he looked up at the banana tree taller than him enough to make his neck bend, Luciel replied to Leoni’s question.
“If Leoni waters and takes care of it diligently, it will bear fruit.”
“Yes.” (Leoni)
“Is Sister going to plant a seedling?” (Leoni)
“I’m still thinking about it.”
“Think fast.”
“Why?”
“Because the banana tree is lonely. It really wants a friend.”
“Okay. I’ll make some friends for it.”
“Yes, both Sister’s and Brother Kizef too.
“Does Kizef know about plants too?”
“Yes, he said that he learned it at the academy.”
“Really? That’s incredible.”
“My brother knows everything!”
Luciel stroked Leoni on the head and said.
“Leoni, I’ll go first and think about it more. Take care of the bananas.”
“Yes!”
Come to think of it, I haven’t sent the first letter to Kisef yet. When the owl comes, I’ll send a letter about herbs as an excuse.’
Luciel smiled and left the greenhouse.
The next day, a little pine owl flew to the castle. It was about a week after Luciel arrived at the Duke’s Castle. The owl had a hard time flying a long distance, so Luciel wanted to let her rest for a few days and feed her a lot.
The owl was also given the name “Bell.”
Bell was clever. She was calm even when the door of the cage was left open, and in the morning when Luciel overslept, she cried and woke her up instead of Bessie.
“Uh…I can’t believe you like eating this. But eat a lot.”
Contrary to her appearance, the little owl, with its fluffy white fur, was feasting on wriggling caterpillars. Luciel picked up the caterpillar with tongs and after barely feeding Bell she sat at her desk and began writing letters.
She didn’t know what to write down, so Luciel finished the letter only after crumpling the paper more than ten times.
To prevent Bell’s ankle from being too heavy, she tied a small note to her ankle and flew it by the window.
Bell proudly spread her white wings and flew away. It was so special that Luciel looked at her without taking her eyes off the little owl, until it became a dot in the distance.
A small owl that flew into the classroom window, landed in Kizef’s seat while turning its head.
Carrier birds were mainly exchanged between girls. Boys tended to go and talk in person rather than use the birds.
Even when Kizef saw the owl, he calmly thought without reacting to it.
‘It must be a confession letter from someone who fell in love with my appearance.’
‘It was a common occurrence. However, he only tilted his head at the clock.
“Was there a Lady who would suddenly send a carrier bird during class?’
The professor glanced at the owl that came to Kisef.
“Please, check it during recess.”
After a while, the bell rang to announce lunch time. Kisef headed to the roof of a building where no one was present. He carefully moved the owl sitting on his shoulder to his arm. Was the owl such a calm and gentle animal?
The soft, white fur and cute appearance reminded me of that child.
‘Luciel.’
Even the name was cute. It softly rolled from one’s mouth.
Kisef had never had correspondence. Sometimes contacting his father or Ellington could have been done by using the communication device.
Communication equipment was prohibited because of academic disturbance and restriction on luxury items, but Kishef had one thanks for the consideration of the principal. Although he would use it secretly so that other students don’t notice it.
When he untied the knot woven with pink thread, he could open a little letter, more close to a three-folded note. Among the letters of confession recently received, it was the most sincere one. Since there was no envelope, no seal nor signature of the family.
(Hi. My name is Ted. Someone will receive this letter, right? I sent it to celebrate my first time using a carrier bird! I want to join the academy next year. That’s why I decided to be courageous by writing a letter like this.
Oh, right. I’m curious about herbs these days. Can I ask if you learn something like that at the academy?
‘What I want to know is data on Tatea, Luga Tree, and Thierry fruit. Do you happen to know?
My carrier is a pine owl. Isn’t Bell so small and cute? I hope this letter reaches someone. And I hope to get a reply.
Ted who wants to be someone’s friend.)
“What is this?”
It wasn’t a letter of confession for himself. The owl came precisely to his seat, but it was a
letter from a child who wants to enter the academy.
Seems like a letter just anyone could receive.’
Besides, the name Ted seems to relate to a boy. It was a little strange that a boy used the carrier owl, but Kizef liked the letter. He doesn’t know which fool sent this letter, but… Instead of putting it in the trash can, he put the letter in his pocket. Then, he stroked the owl and flew it from the rooftop.
“…Go back to your master.”
– Kyu-woo, Kyu-woo!
However, the owl circled around the sky and again sat down on Kisef’s shoulder.
“Aren’t you going?”
The owl’s head nodded as if answering.
-Whoo, Whool.
“…… Do I have to reply before you go back?”
He didn’t know what it was, but something quite annoying seemed to have happened.
‘Should I write anything and send the owl away?’
(I’m curious about herbs these days. Can I ask if you learn something like that at the academy.)
Suddenly, the words written in the letter bothered me. Just in time, the next class was an herbal medicine class. It was one of the classes that he had the least interest in
Kisef glanced at the owl on his shoulder and went down to the classroom.
“I’m sorry Student Kisef, but during class, leave the owl at the carrier shelter.”
“What?”
Carrier shelter? I didn’t know there was such a thing.’
I was indifferent to other people’s affairs, so I didn’t even know it existed.
“Where is it?”
A professor of herbal medicine, who is reputed to be strict, said silently, pointing to a female student.
“Student Lily, please guide Student Kisef to the carrier shelter.”
“Yes!”
A girl named Lily blushed, and took the lead in guiding Kisef. The shelter was established in the building where the academy’s lounge and medical room were located.
Keith stopped his gait, then asked Lily.
“Have you ever seen a boy who uses a carrier owl?”
“No? They don’t usually use them. Un, but that doesn’t mean you’re weird.”
“That’s right. It might be a new kind of person.”
Kisef muttered, recalling the child.
“I’ve never seen such a small owl before. What’s its name?”
“It’s not mine.”
Come to think of it, it seemed that the letter had the name Bell written on it.
“I see. It’s the first time I’ve talked to Kizef. Is that letter a confession letter?”
“No.”
Kizef gave a brief reply and walked again. He left the owl, returned to the classroom, and listened to the herbal medicine class with
attention, he was even taking notes for the first time.
After class, he even caught bugs that owls would eat and fed it himself.
I thought it wouldn’t eat much because it was a small bird, but it was a subtle glutton. It was quite cute to see him opening his mouth and eating bugs.
As expected, the number of annoying things was increasing one by one.
At the same time, Kisef sat at his desk, clenched his pen, and agonized over what to write in the letter.