Record of Wortenia War: Volume 20 [Parts 1 to 3] by Ryota Hori

Author:Ryota Hori
Language: eng
Format: epub

That day, an unexpected visitor arrived in Sakuya Igasaki’s room. Seeing him made her regard him with an expression of surprise and shame. If she could bury herself in this moment, she would do so.

I didn’t think the Lord would come here. With that thought in mind, Sakuya, clad in her sleeping gown, pulled up the blanket to cover herself. It was too little too late, though. I’d have much preferred it if someone had informed me he was coming. Then, I could have prepared myself properly...

Sakuya lay in bed, recovering from the arrow wound she received the other day. When she heard the knock on the door, she assumed it was a maid who had come to tend to her.

She carelessly said, “Come in.” But this was how she had landed in such a conundrum. And I can’t ask him to leave now.

This was her lord, after all. If he hadn’t entered the room yet, she might have still been able to refuse. Now that she had let him inside, there was no taking back what she said. She couldn’t tell her respected master that she’d let him in by mistake and wanted him to leave.

Of course, Ryoma being here was an unusual development, to say the least. He was the lord of the Mikoshiba barony, and a man as busy and influential as him wouldn’t often pay courtesy calls to his retainers’ rooms. If nothing else, this wasn’t what nobles typically did in this world.

So when Ryoma opened the door and entered, it took Sakuya a few seconds to fully process what happened as the event drained all the color from her face. Regardless, she was currently under medical care in her room. She was only in a sleeping gown to rest comfortably, even if it resembled a modern pajama.

Normally, this wouldn’t be particularly revealing or improper, though Sakuya had to curse her carelessness as a young woman. She gripped the covers, her cheeks flushing and her emotions clear on her face.

Ryoma, however, was oblivious to her feelings. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he actively pretended not to notice them.

“Well, think of this as a get-well present,” Ryoma said with a smile as he handed her a box of sweets. “I asked Kikuna to make these macarons, so they’re guaranteed to be good.” He looked like he was trying to maintain his composure at a glance. On closer inspection, he was clearly averting his gaze from Sakuya, which made it all meaningless.

“Thank you,” said Sakuya with an awkward smile as she sat up. She accepted the box and placed it on a stand beside the bed. Ordering his chef to make sweets, especially for me?

While Kikuna Samejima wasn’t a patissier, this was still the handiwork of a French chef, so it was close to the authentic French flavor. A sweet of this quality would even be hard to come by in modern Japan. In this world where sugar was terribly scarce, so very few people, if at all, had the privilege of tasting something like this.

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