Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Don’t come to Wendy’s house (1)

A horse suddenly neighed loudly in the middle of the street. Pulling the reins roughly, Dylan Lennox stared at the other side of the street where lots of people were crowded. Sir Fullon, who was riding alongside him, approached him, as if he was surprised.

“What’s up, Sir Lennox?”

Not caring about his question, who was his senior, Dylan was staring at a point in the distance intently. Like him, Sir Fullon also looked at the other side of the street.

“Did you sniff the air?”

“… I think so,” Dylan replied, turning his head to track somebody.

“Did the guy from the Earl Setrong family do it again?”

The two were heading toward the scene where the merchants made disturbances in order to investigate the dispute between the Almarsi merchant group and the merchants in the market. The dispute was caused by the Setoran family’s excessive purchase of Montrapi bread.

However, Dylan was not easily persuaded by Sir Fullon’s speculation because he paid the utmost attention to the person he had been shadowing him for the past several days.

“Let’s go. I don’t think we can find him anyway.”

Sir Fullon, who rode a few steps closer to the place they had been watching, came back and spoke. Like he said, the suspect had already disappeared. Dylan Lennox, however, couldn’t easily leave the place. His lingering anxiety dominated his mind so much that he could not pull the reins of his horse and leave.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong? ” Sir Fullon asked, deeply puzzled at his expression.

Only then did he Dylan realize that Sir Fullon was standing before him with a frightening look, with his face contorted.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he hastily replied, struggling to put lingering anxiety out of his mind.

Late afternoon sunlight was streaming into the peaceful Hazlet mansion, built by their ancestors in the capital.

Francis Hazlet, the only successor to the family, strolled in the garden with her attractive red hair down. Soothing her troubled mind while listening to the birds chirping occasionally, she looked around when their chirping became louder.

But the chirping became smaller again and it was quiet around her, she dispelled suspicion and walked again. But when she walked a few steps, she heard a rustling sound from one side of the tall lime tree.

“Jessi…? ”

Francis, who called his maid’s name and turned to the sound, stopped and stepped back momentarily. An unfamiliar man stood in front of her.

“I’m here to respond to your request,” said the stranger with an attractive voice.

He was skinny, but he had a very strong build and a shrewd impression.

Francis, who looked nervous at the appearance of the man, turned around quickly and looked around warily, but he reassured her that she didn’t have to worry about it.

“There is nobody here. Please rest assured as I’ve checked.”

“… Okay. Please tell me. ”

Relieved by his reassurances, she swallowed dry saliva and waited for his next words.

He grinned at her, as if her nervous reaction was funny.

“Let me get to the point. I’ve found someone looking like the woman you asked us to look for.

Here I’ve put down in detail the place where the knight and the woman met,” said the man, handing her a roll of paper.

“Did you say you found her? Are you sure?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Francis looked at the man blankly. There was shock on her face as she didn’t expect what she had suspected would come to light so quickly. As if she couldn’t believe her ears, she confirmed again.

‘Olivia, you are here? In this capital where Dylan Lennox is staying?’

“While I was shadowing the knight, I saw him stopping by the woman’s shop. His visit time was also written on the paper. Other than that, I didn’t find anything unusual about the knight.”

“A shop? What are you talking about? ”

“I mean the store she runs. It’s a flower shop. ”

“Flower shop… ? ”

As if she heard something ridiculous, she repeated that word over and over and touched her forehead with an incredulous expression.

‘Flower shop? Olivia Hazlet is running a flower shop? I can’t believe that holier-than-thou girl is running a shop.’

“I’ve additionally found out her residence, so you will have to pay me for the extra service other than the down payment,” said the man coldly.

“Dylan… Dylan Lennox and that woman, do they seem close?”

As if she didn’t care about his request for more money, Francis hastily asked him what she was most interested in now. Looking into her eyes mixed with anger and jealousy, the man pouted as if he sneered at her.

“I couldn’t find it out. What I have found out is that the knight went to the flower shop in question, and that the woman running the shop is similar to the woman you talked about. If you would like me to find out more, I can check out how close they are. But I want to stop shadowing the knight at this point. If I don’t, I think I might be caught anytime,” he said, balking at her unreasonable request.

But Francis flied off the handle at his negative response and asked quickly, “That woman! … How can I meet her?”

Tilting his head at her irritated voice, he stared at Francis. In no time, he began to giggle at her funny question.

“If you want to meet that woman, just visit her shop. Simple!”

It was a shower. Sunlight spreading through the dim sky soaked the earth with rain, leaving its traces here and there.

Standing under the wet eaves of her shop, Wendy watched the falling rain quietly. She smiled at the frog’s occasional croaking. She was a bit late in going to the shop because of the sudden rain, but she felt that her waiting until the rain stopped was like a gift.

She quietly stuck the back of her hand out of the eave. The raindrops falling on it brightened her mind. His confession came to mind all of a sudden.

As her heart was still trembling, she instinctively touched the lace ornament hanging on her chest. While she was at it. Lard’s low tone mixed with the sound of the rain thrilled her heart.

She couldn’t hold back smiling, no matter how hard she tried to. She cleared her throat, trying to cover her smiling lips with her hand.

‘Oh what am I doing now?’

She wiped away the raindrops on the wet back of her hand.

“Hey, sis, what are you doing there?”

When she turned her head, she saw her neighbor, Benfork, standing in front of her house, all wet in the rain. He smiled awkwardly when she found him. Then he gave up going back home, jumped over the yard fence and came to her house.

“Why are you so wet?” she asked.

“I did some hunting. Frog hunting, hahaha. ”

Benfork was holding a frog as small as his finger.

“Sis, can I show you something amazing?” He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

He rummaged through his pocket, pulled out a hollow barley stem, and placed it in the private part of the frog. Then, when he blew it with his lips on the barley stem, the frog’s belly swelled quickly.

“Woohaha. Look at this, sis! ”

“… Can’t you stop it right now? How come a grownup guy like you still does this?”

Wendy rebuked him sharply. He hesitated for a moment then released the frog. Croaking several times, the frog quickly fled and disappeared into the bushes.

“… Are you still practicing fencing?”

As she didn’t see a wooden sword he was always carrying around, she asked curiously.

He looked downcast at her asking.

“I went to Jopiern to see my father last week. He took it away from me… He told me that I could never be a knight no matter how much fencing training I had. He even said even if things worked out well, I would end up being no better than an imperial gatekeeper at the back door of the palace. ”

“If you try hard, I think you can aim at being a royal guard…”

While trying to correct what he thought, she drifted off. She felt she seemed to give some hope to him who keenly realized the limit of his social status.

“Don’t you think he was so mean? How could he tell me to do farming in Jopiern without any dream? I wonder if he is really my biological father. There is a lot of chaos in Jopiern right now because of Montrapi. How can I farm there?”

Benfork grumbled about his father and spoke ill of him. Then, he said he wanted to be a knight rather than a farmer with a sullen voice. When he used to carry a wooden sword, she regarded his behavior as childish, but she felt a sense of guilt when he was so disappointed at his father’s discouraging words. She now knew he was serious about being a knight, which was impossible with his current status as a commoner.

‘I wish I had made him face reality and stopped him from carrying the wooden sword…’

“Well, it’s fine even if you can be a low-level soldier as long as you can be a knight, but that’s impossible.”

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