CHAPTER 49 (1). SEEMS TO NOT TRUST ME

"Are you alright?"

"… Yes."

When Rosemond barely managed to reply, Glara looked uncertain but returned to her duties. Slowly swaying on a rocking chair made of expensive wood, Rosemond settled down her thoughts for a moment.

Rosemond's speculation lasted longer than usual, as she had to deal with having to leave the palace for several days. Rosemond, who had been pondering about something for a while, then calmly ordered Glara for something.

"Glara."

"Yes, Lady Rosemond."

"Bring paper and pen so I can write a letter."

In response, Glara quickly brought over a pen and paper. Rosemond soon picked up the pen and began writing something down to someone, without any hesitation. Her movements seemed both sincere and full of joy.

After a long time, Rosemond finished writing the letter and folded the letter up well, putting it in the envelope with a stamp of her seal. Rosemond passed it on to Glara and then spoke.

"As usual, relay that the letter must be burned."