Private Tutor to the Duke’s Daughter: Volume 15 [Parts 1 to 4] by Riku Nanano

Author:Riku Nanano
Language: eng
Format: epub

After leaving the Lebufera mansion, I went straight to a market to buy groceries—more than usual, since Caren was staying the night and Lydia might join us. I’d known that something was up when she left without a fuss.

I made my way through the streets of the working quarter by the soft light of mana lamps, a paper sack in my left hand, an umbrella in my right, and Atra at my side. Romy had lent the child rain gear. The way it accommodated her tail made me suspect that the maid had been preparing it for some time, but I dismissed the notion. Why would she go to so much trouble?

The raid had barely touched the working quarter. The same jumble of buildings that I’d found on my arrival in the royal capital spread out around us. At last, I spotted the imposing tree that marked my lodgings’ courtyard. The lights were on. I folded my umbrella, stood it to dry, and tried the doorknob. It turned at my touch.

No surprise there.

Stepping inside, I found two pairs of shoes sitting neatly to one side. I followed the customs of the eastern capital beastfolk here, and that meant leaving footwear at the door. After hollering a quick “I’m home!” I helped Atra out of her rain gear and was just wiping her hair with a white cloth left out on a nearby table when...

“Allen! Atra!”

“Whoa there!” I caught scarlet-haired Lia as she rushed out and flung herself on me, rounded ears alert and tail waving. She looked adorable in a little apron decorated with red birds and a pair of indoor slippers. The pleasant aroma of cooking meat wafted out with her. My guests must have started making dinner without me.

“Are you cooking something tasty for us, Lia?” I asked.

“Yup! Lydia and Caren helping!” the child replied.

“Really? Thank you.”

“Allen, me too,” Atra said, looking at the delighted Lia and tugging on my robe. She wanted an apron of her own.

The children pulled me farther inside. In the kitchen, warmed by a spellstone of fire, two young women stood cooking side by side.

“Lydia, Caren,” I called.

Lydia was the first to stop what she was doing. “Oh? I didn’t think you’d make it back this early,” she said. “Give us a little more time.”

The noblewoman went back to cooking as if nothing could be more natural. She had tied her hair back with a cord and wore an apron with a black cat in one corner over a pale-scarlet sweater and white skirt. She seemed to be grilling a thick cut of meat.

Caren turned to me next. She had paired an apron with a white cat in one corner with a light-purple sweater and gray skirt, and she was in the middle of making soup.

“Welcome back,” she said. “But really, Allen...”

“She didn’t give me any warning either—not even at the Lebufera mansion,” I replied, neglecting to mention that our exchanges via magical creatures had been growing ever more frequent. As a general rule, Lydia didn’t like to do anything without me.

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