28 Chapter 28

Gareth gently kneeled his knees and began to carry on his punishment. I tapped my finger on the armrest of my chair.

"You're going to confess now?"

"The culprit was waiting until you told him to come out and confess. But because you didn't say that." Tristan's expression was so calm. Palma, the maid standing next to me, groaned.

It was pretty pleasant.

A smile appeared on my lips. I leaned over my elbows, squeezed my chin to cover my mouth, and said in an indifferent voice.

"What did you do with the flowers?"

"All are buried in the garden."

After searching for details, I ordered Gereint Bell to check. After a while, Gereint, whose hands were soiled with pants, returned with a sack.

"There is a trace of covering a pit in the corner of the garden, so I dug it again and it came out." Gereint opened the sack. Inside it was a pile of hyacinth that had been crushed as if trampled by someone's feet. I asked Tristan.

"Why did you do that?" Tristan grinned, pondered, and replied.

"I have nothing to say but that I wanted to do so."

"It was not a gentle thing, but a gentle madman."

The maid groaned as if she had a headache. I pressed down on my mouth and hid a giggle of laughter. You saw that I was trampling the flower, and you ripped off all the flowers that decorated the palace and buried them?

I've never seen such a simple and rough child.

"Come forward." Tristan came out before me and knelt. I said, looking down at him. "You know what you've done. It is a grave crime to destroy my own things, not to mention that you have done anything you wanted."

"I'm deeply sorry."

"You won't have your meal until tomorrow evening."

Gareth, who was writing the report, jumped like a spring.

"Your Imperial Highness! It's too mean to do that with food!"

"It's noisy. Sir has no say."

Gareth collapsed again. With only her handsome face, I felt like I could hear the sound of Asilah beating her chest as she burst out of her heart because of her stubborn lover.

The day was noisy, but peacefully passed. Gareth, sitting with her knees in the corner of the hall on the first floor, caught the attention of the Imperial court officials while writing the report book.

The maids and servants who walked through the hall gave Gareth something to eat as if they felt sorry for the handsome knight's scribbling with a tearful face. Asilah, who was monitoring Gareth, seized all the snacks and shared them with the maids. Gareth whispered with a sad face.

"It's not like it's really nasty."

Gareth's ability to use grammar and sentences was close to disaster, and his handwriting was truly tragic. Even if I had a 14-year-old write a reflection, I thought it would write better than Gareth.

So until the second time I turned down Gareth's report, I thought Gareth was kidding me. When Gareth brought in his third report with a nervous face, he finally came to his senses. I was deeply moved. However, the third document was only twice as long and the sentence was still catastrophic and I ended up shrieking.

"Hey, Sir Gareth! It's a letter or an earthworm!"

The third report hit Gareth in the face and fell to the floor, flapping like a snowflake. Gareth's eyes looked like those of a minstrel who glossed over the futility of human history while looking at the falling flowers.

At last I realized with his vain eyes. This man was sincere from the start! Gareth was keen on writing the fourth report. I sighed with a burning one as I looked at Gareth's report.

Gareth grumbled.

"What's the point of a knight being a good writer? All I had to do was hit people well."

I wanted to hit Gareth's mouth at that moment. I suddenly missed Celtic Durak, who stroked Gareth's back of the head in an impressive way. I repressed my urge and pointed my finger at his report.

"But isn't this a little too much? Is this a letter or a picture? What's with your grammar? Sir Gareth, you lead a fast life* when you were young, right?"

(*To spend time indulging in drinking, chasing women, gambling, etc.)

"Hah... what are you talking about. I haven't been having fun properly because of that knight training, but it's unfair."

"Don't try to sound funny. It says loudly on your face that you are doing that every day."

"I'm caught. All of this handsome face is pretty good. How can the world not let me go?" Eventually, my right hand struck Gareth in the back of his head. Gareth rubbed his head and condemned how Her Imperial Highness could use such raw violence.

I said with an expression that I wasn't sorry at all.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just stopping the flying flies."

"No, Her Imperial Highness!" Gereint, who was happily watching Gareth's pain while picking up snacks that were given for Gareth, said with a laugh. "It seems that Sir Gareth's writing skills are beyond salvation. So, when this bastard, who left all the love letters to me by ghostwriting, was going to write a report with his own hand, he must be going to be very crazy."

Gareth, who was rubbing the back of his back of his head, gritted his teeth and hummed.

"Sir Gereint, you're just jealous..."

"...You left all your love letters to ghostwritimg?"

Gareth showed a feat of jumping into the air with his knees boiling. It was a coincidence when Asilah Alectin, who finished handling the snacks seized from Gareth, returned. Asilah opened her eyes thinly, and Gareth stammered.

"No, Asilah, I mean."

"We'll talk later." Asilah left only that cold message, left. Gereint grabbed his belly and laughed. Gareth like a tragic hero, fell down on his knees and tore his head.

"Ah, my image as a free and prodigal outlaw of love!!"

Gareth's anguish was none of my business.

The day was drawing to an end. It was dinner time. There was a dining table on the terrace on one side of the living room. Whenever I wanted to eat quietly, I do it here. Sitting at the table, looking down at the garden, the servants diligently carried the food.

"You all go away. Hey, you get Tristan."

The little maid couldn't hide her look. I thought I knew what this kid was thinking. It's so mean to call someone who's hungry at mealtime because he wasn't prohibited to eat at lunch and dinner.

"What are you doing? You aren't moving."

"Yes..."

Servants and maids often disappeared.

It wasn't long before Tristan came into the living room.

What else did he do this time?

His pants were all covered with dirt.

"Are you hungry?"

"It's tolerable."

I stood up and encouraged Tristan to sit in my seat.

Tristan stood still.

"Eat even if you aren't hungry."

"Didn't you ban me from eating?"

Tristan snorted his head, a little embarrassed. It was a bit awkward even after I said it. I know what I've done in the morning, or when I've told you to starve until tomorrow.

I thought it would be ridiculous for such a person to call me at dinner time and ask me to eat their dinner. I said shamelessly.

"This is my meal, not yours, so I don't care."

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"I'm not sure."

"If I say so, it is. Eat. People who works hard a lot should eat well."

I said, glancing at Tristan's knees and thighs. Seeing that he was dirty with dirt, it seemed that he help in the garden. Come to think of it, I don't know if his knees and hands from the glass are all better.

Wouldn't it be better to call the Healing Priest and show it one more time?

"Works hard?" Tristan, who followed my gaze and looked down, hesitated for a while, then responded with blushing in the daytime. "I also need to prepare my heart."

You don't need to prepare your heart for dinner. Just thank me for giving you a meal. Take it and eat it. Before Jedis even asked if I wanted a snack, but why is he so tingly?

Don't young people of his age always eat too well? Come to think of it, I think the other day, I refused even if Gereint gave me some food. Maybe he doesn't like to eat.

"Sit down for now." I let him push his shoulder and I sat opposite. Sitting down, Tristan stroked his neck several times, then clasped his hands and began pre-dinner prayers.

At last the long prayer was over. Tristan looked at the long table. There was a spicy, greasy stew with roasted cod and deer meat. The strong scent of spices pierced my nose.

"Northern cuisine. I haven't seen it in a long time."

The system enjoyed Southern cuisine very well, but it rarely dealt with coarse and strong northern dishes. I'd like to have a northern dinner's ready. The chef wouldn't be bothered by my request for a northern dinner tonight. He carefully lifted the spoon and ate a spoonful of the stew. A hazy smile came to Tristan's mouth and then it disappeared.

"Delicious?"

Tristan, who had just touched roast cod, paused. He put the cod flesh on a clean plate and pass it to me.

"I didn't mean to ask for some."

I refused by pushing the plate back to Tristan.

"So it means that it suits your taste. You were born in the north, so I prepared with a guess that you would like Northern cuisine. If it doesn't fit your mouth, isn't it meaningless?"

Why am I explaining this... Tristan, who glanced at the cod meat, whom I refused, opened his eyes a little wider.

"Did you ready it for me?"

"That's what it is."

He put down his spoon and stared at the food on the table. I sighed and lifted the fork. I ate the cod meat that I removed. I also dipped a piece of the stew in my mouth and pushed it into my mouth. After chewing it up for sure, he said.

"I didn't put anything in it."

"I didn't have such profane suspicions."

He said in a slightly quivering voice.

"If it's from the Princess, whether it's poison or a needle, I'll swallow it with a sweet heart. I just..." He alternately looked at the food and me then murmured. "Well, I'm glad that Her Imperial Highness the Princess, thought of me."

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