I’m Not Doing This With A Friend

Leen looked for a paper knife to open the anonymous letter that had just arrived at the dormitory first.

"…Tsk."

Unfortunately, the letter was not a lucky letter.

Actually, I could tell the sender's identity at a glance by looking at the letter.

The sender was the man who I had forcibly handed over a bouquet of flowers not long ago.

In fact, after I handed him the bouquet at that time, a male servant came to visit me shortly after.

They wanted to thank me and that his master wanted to see me.

Maybe my Azalea bouquet did a bigger job than I thought.

However, I refused, there was no need for a reward because I didn't want anything.

The man's servant then took out a small pocket from the inside of his jacket and held it out.

When I opened it, I saw a lot of gold coins inside the pocket.

"Would you like to meet him again?"

I made an absurd expression on my face and said, ‘Ha, you think you can solve everything with money?'

It was too much money…

Therefore, I politely returned the pocket with both hands and said, "This conversation was burdensome."

‘I'll give you my address, so if you have anything to say, please write to me instead.'

But out of courtesy, I didn't expect him to send me a letter to the address I gave.

Even the contents of the letter were completely contrary to expectations.

I thought there would be some kind of ‘thank you‘ written on it, but there was no such thing.

There were only two sentences written in it asking for advice.

[We had a couple's fight. Please tell me how to solve it.]

"You were married."

No, I'm not a dating expert. Why would you ask me this?

You didn't even say thank you at all.

Of course, I didn't do that just to be appreciated.

It was just that I couldn't control my bad manners. But this request was a little different.

It's your first letter and you're already asking for advice?

If it wasn't the case, at least he should have thanked me. It's not that kind of rude letter.

Even if it makes me feel bad, I just have to ignore it. If he asks me later, I'll tell him that I've never received a letter.

As soon as I thought so, a shyly hidden check in the envelope came into view.

"Thank you for asking me this."

I wasn't desperate for money, but the more the better, right?

I thanked the unknown nobleman and prepared to write a reply immediately.

But when I tried to give advice, my mind went blank.

I got the money, so I'll have to show you a solution…

I've never been in a relationship, and above all, I didn't know his wife's taste at all.

All I know was that his wife received the Azalea bouquet and liked it.

After tying my hair up and struggling for a while, in the end, I wrote down a letter feeling that I really don't know exactly what to do.

Oh, I don't know anymore.

They already gave the money along with the letter, so I don't have to come up with a perfect solution, right?

[Wear a tight shirt and a pretty apron and make your wife a sincere breakfast] The most important things are a ‘tight shirt and apron'. Keep that in mind.]

I don't know if you could fully understand my letter.

The combination of a fitted shirt and an apron was fantastic.

I'd love to give you a better idea, but…

Leen paused and took a deep breath.

‘Phew‘… Peace of mind.

However, I held it in because I thought that if I really wrote it however I wanted, he might come personally.

To be honest, it was a relief that he didn't get angry after seeing what I had sent now.

There was no way that a noble person who valued face would really wear an apron to prepare breakfast.

There must be a lot of servants in the house, not just his wife.

If he really did, I had to acknowledge his true love.

If that's the case probably the person who could say that the smell of his wife's hair was also fragrant.

After I wrote a reply to his letter, I began to open the other letters one after the other.

The letter from Jane and my aunt was both saying hello and asking how I was. With a smile reading the plain content, I continued to read my aunt's letter.

[…it's so sad that you didn't come home this vacation. If you finish work early, I want you to make time to come. If work ends early, please come on time. Not only me, but also your uncle, Luca and Erhan miss you very much.]

I got goosebumps all over my body and crumpled up the letter and threw it away.

Perhaps because of surprise, my heart pounded.

Erhan wants to see me?

The sound of it was terrible.

I've always ignored his letters because I don't want to see even his handwriting as well as his name. I didn't expect to hear about him from my aunt.

Cleanse! I needed something to purify my rotten eyes.

I opened the envelope of Carson's letter that I had saved for the last and read it.

[I've endured enough to die. I'll go see you now.]

Now?

"When the hell are you coming to see me?"

With a puzzled look on Leen's face, when the date of Carson's visit was in question, a tapping was heard by the window.

Did a bird fly in? It couldn't be…?

I walked to the window and pulled the curtain open, wondering if it was possible.

But as expected.

"Caon!"

As soon as I confirmed it was Carson, I quickly opened the window and pulled him in. The dormitory I live in was on the third floor.

I knew that he had flown with magic, but I was afraid that he would anytime.

Then Leen hit him hard on the chest.

"How can you come out of nowhere like this? You scared me!"

Besides, what's this ridiculous timing? As if he appeared after waiting for me to open the letter.

Carson, who came into the room in an instant, stared at me with a blank expression on his face.

Leen waited for his stiff face to loosen, thinking it was just another start.

It's been a long time since we met, so we both felt glad to see each other.

How much time had passed, and as he had been frozen for so long, I felt strange and carefully called out his name.

"Caon?"

"…It's real. It's the real Leen."

Drip-

Tears were dripping down without any warning from Carson's eyes.

…Huh?

What- huh?

Seeing his tears, Leen screamed inside.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you so hard, but I was worried because you suddenly appeared out of the window…!"

Leen rarely panicked and said whatever came out of her mouth, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Well, I shouldn't have done that even if I was worried about you! Oh, no, not this."

Then, thinking that this was not the time to do this suddenly, she hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears.

I've seen Carson cry from time to time. But this was the first time I've seen him really shed tears.

He calmly left his face to Leen's care and opened his lips.

"No, Leen's hit didn't hurt at all. I cried because… I'm so glad to see you after a long time."

At his words, Leen's hand, which had been busy wiping his face, stopped for a moment.

It had been less than half a year since Leen had known him.

They hadn't seen each other for less than a month.

‘How can you like me so much in such a short time?'

‘What should I say?'

It was something I could never understand.

"If you missed me so much, you should have come sooner."

"But after seeing you early, what about the rest of the vacation?"

Leen was speechless.

In fact, the condition was attached in the sense that Carson wouldn't come too often.

Leen was thinking that if it were Carson, he would come to visit her over and over again, whatever the condition was.

"I miss you."

His eyes were redder than ever.

"Actually, I thought of a bad idea of seeing you secretly, but I didn't do it because I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

"…Why?"

It was an impulsive question.

Carson lowered his head and opened his lips again.

"I don't want you to hate me… I won't ask you to like me. But, please don't hate me."

Finally, Carson covered his face with his large hands.

Leen's heart was always weakened by his pitiful appearance.

"I don't hate you. Why would I hate you? There's no way I'll hate you for doing a few bad things. Don't say that."

But Leen didn't know.

That a satisfying smile hung over his lips, hidden behind his hands.

Those tears were just a means to get what he wanted.

In other words, he only pretended to cry, but Carson didn't shed a single tear.

Of course, it's true that he badly wanted to see Leen, and his tears of joy crept into his eyes the first time he saw her in front of his eyes.

However, as the situation flowed, his tears quickly drained away.

‘Ah. The embarrassed Leen is so cute.'

Because Leen, who was embarrassed, was seriously cute.

The way she panicked at the sight of his crying face.

Leen's head, who knew nothing about what Carson was thinking, was filled with thoughts that she should change the mood.

Leen, who was contemplating over something, took his hand and led him.

"Caon, come with me somewhere."

It was in the shopping district around the Academy where she brought Carson out. There, Leen found a special store.

"Here…?"

Carson tilted his head and looked at Leen. She smiled and explained why they came here.

"It's a photo studio. I thought it'd be nice if we had a picture together."

It was a method I chose because I could not say that he could visit me any time.

The number of photo studios has exploded in recent years.

The price of a single photo was at a level that could never be said to be cheap, but it was a price that even commoners could afford if they put their heart into it.

After a while…

Looking at the magically printed photo, Carson's face softened.

It was as if he had the whole world.

In the photo he was holding dearly.

Leen playfully raises the corners of her lips and strokes Carson's head. And it contained him blushing shamefully.

Feeling happy, Carcion naturally tries to figure it out…

Leen grabbed Carson by the wrist.

"Never mind, I'm the one who said to take a photo. I'll buy it."

"But…"

"Don't worry. I've been having a lot of money lately."

Leen winked once briefly.

It was perhaps as natural as breathing that Carson fell in love with Leen once more.