
Deborah shoveling a rose garden?
“This isn't another flower garden, but she went and did it to my wife's garden!? Deborah, where is she now?!”
Duke Seymour shouted.
How dare he touch the garden.
Clearly, there was no reason to become so self-conscious that he could not hold back the personality that made him angry.
‘Solid boy.’
When will he play his part?
His blood pressure rose and his back neck stiffened. He thought that he had seen his daughter, but he did not know of a basement.
“I asked where he was!”
“She's in the rose garden now. There is only a small part of the park that is damaged, please relieve your anger a little..”.
“Soaring!”
The Duke who was impatient with his aide immediately stepped into the garden that his wife had been taking care of.
A flower garden with preservation magic was installed right next to his office.
But he just looked out the window and didn't go inside.
He was unable to continue in his footsteps because he thought he would only remember his wife's absence when he got into it.
Normally, he would not be able to enter the garden, but the duke who was enraged to the top of his head, was unable to think of such a thing.
He stepped quickly towards Deborah who was standing in the middle of the park.
“You!”
“You came?”
Deborah said as if she had been waiting.
The Duke was furious, and then, unwittingly he became unsteady.
Since he tied his long hair loosely and stuck it out with one shoulder, his daughter looked very similar to his wife today.
Not just that.
Deborah has a white rose as her headdress.
The white rose was a hair ornament that his wife often made for little Deborah.
I thought she was wearing jewelry, but Duke felt a sense of incongruity and confusion at the sight of her daughter's appearance stimulating the father's hazy memories and love.
“...Ap, what are you doing here?!”
Duke, who managed to calm himself down, sounded resolute.
But the violence initially only slightly diminished.
“I'm walking around here and looking at roses. It's the kind you can't see in winter.”
Deborah boldly looked into his eyes and stroked the pink rose like his wife.
‘You made me angry by deliberately imitating your mother's image? ‘
You did something clever.
Duke raised the corner of his lips thinly, laughing coldly.
“What wind makes you see the flowers? Not you are a person who has been pampering himself with jewelry until bored.”
“...What is the difference between this diamond and flower?”
Deborah's reply, made Duke narrow the distance between her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I think there is no difference between this rose, which has no fragrance, does not wilt, no insects, and a diamond that will not change forever from time to time.”
Duke Seymour looked at my daughter in surprise.
As Deborah said, there is no difference between roses and diamonds in this garden in terms of characteristics.
It is colorless and odorless.
However, his pride did not allow him to accept Deborah's logic in this situation.
“I don't believe your mother's jewelry, luxury goods, and flowers are no different. Talk to me.”
The Duke replied in a cold voice.
“Not this is what my mother took care of.”
“What?”
“Winter fades in time, but aren't the flowers beautiful because they bloom when warm?”
“You did not admit your mistake, and you just dodged. Ugly dudes. “
The Duke's face stiffened making his expression look even more frightening.
He seemed to be trying to run away with such harsh words, but that was impossible.
‘If you use your brain very inappropriate ....’.
The act of shoveling through a garden abandoned by his wife can never be ignored.
“This is not an unreasonable thing.”
Deborah suddenly took something out of her scarf pocket.
“That's a word I wrote myself, so check it out.”
Duke Seymour's eyes opened wide as he looked at the light purple letter paper that was in Deborah's hands.
If his eyes were not wrong, it was a letter that his wife used throughout life. The pattern on the edge with the butterfly decoration is the same.
“This is a letter from my mother.”
The duke received the flat ground that his daughter gave him with trembling hands.
[Marien Seymour for Georges Seymour]
In that well-preserved letter, there was a missionary writing on it written.
“Actually, from where..”.
His throat was choked at this moment and he could not speak properly.
“I found it here.”
The Duke, looking at the rose bush that Deborah had dug up, rushed to read the letter.
Reading Marien's letter, which she didn't even know existed, she felt a distant feeling back in time.
...***...
I sighed slowly because I had been holding it back.
As soon as Duke Seymour saw his wife's letter, he relaxed his sharp eyes and calmed himself.
‘I almost cried out of fear.’
I wonder if there's a dad that scary.
I'm glad Deborah was born with a strong heart, but if this was my previous life, my legs would be limp.
‘I risked my life to give the letter to my father.’
How bad is that…….
After lamenting deeply, I made use of the Duke's sentimental gap and quietly left.
“I'll be in.”
She was so focused on the Duchess's letter that she didn't pay attention to my greeting.
I immediately slipped out of the garden, sweeping my thumping chest.
‘I'm glad I found the letter.’
The reason why I risked my life and took it from the Duke's beloved garden was because of the Duchess' letter buried under a rose bush.
Originally, it was an object accidentally discovered by a heroine kidnapped by twins in the middle of a rose garden, in a bush beside a greenhouse
That's very clear in the novel.
“Miya, why are you trying to escape? If you stay by my side, all these beautiful gardens will be yours.”
Rosard forcefully dragged the heroine to the rose garden, which was almost the symbol of the Duchess.
“Do not do this. Mr. Rosard.”
“Why do you want to plunge yourself into a sharp thorny bush, even though you can take roses like a jewel that never changes? Are you stupid, or are you deliberately provoking me?”
Pushing the heroine out of her way, Rosard pushed her roughly whether or not Miya was scratched by rose thorns.
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