Childcare Diaries

t the papers on the desk.

‘It must have been a famine in the estate this year.’

The document detailed the lamentations and the sufferings of the hungry.
The grandfather’s straight handwriting was visible in the autograph section.

‘…The secretary must not have thought of coming in to collect these documents.’

Glancing at the documents that had already been completed, Kentrail shook his head before pondering in his thoughts again.

‘Where did you put letters you exchanged with the other daughters besides sister-in-law?’

It seemed to have been placed in either the study or the bedroom.

‘I guess we’ll find out where she is… I can’t even look all over here.’

Contemplating, Kentrail thought of someone to ask about the letter before calling the knight.

 

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“Ellie.”

Brielle opened the door and entered the room where Marie was lying after seeing the doctor leave.

“…How’s Marie?”

She couldn’t answer the question as she was in no mood to answer.
Instead, she just held Marie’s hand tighter.
Seeing that, Brielle went to the other side from her and took Marie’s hand, which Ellie didn’t hold, and buried his face there.

“Marie…”

A mournful voice filled the room.
The two children planned to stay up all night with Marie.

The maid couldn’t even stop it.

Knock, knock—

A knock rang out and Barry, who had gone down to the prison, entered.
The child who walked in haste looked at his sister in an instant.
He realized what the feeling of helplessness was that there was nothing he could do for her.

“What did the doctor say?”

Seeing Ellie’s condition, Barry asked the maid chief.

“They say tonight is a critical moment.
She shed too much blood.”

As much as he had been at the Knights Academy, Barry’s face, who knew better than anyone about sword-piercing wounds, hardened.

‘…Excessive bleeding.’

When his older sister tried to feed them, she was stabbed.

‘I thought he was originally from the kitchen employee… Why did her attack all of a sudden?’

He wondered if his sister had caught him while doing something in the kitchen.

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‘I can’t let sister’s sacrifice be in vain like this.’

Thinking that, Barry quietly left there and headed for the kitchen.

 

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“I have called him, Master.”

Kentrail saw the child the knight had brought.
It seemed that he was one or two years older than Ellie.

“Are you in charge of the mail here?”

“Yes…”

The child seemed to have been discouraged at Kentrail’s momentum.

“How long has it been since the head of this place wrote a letter recently?”

“It’s been about a month.”

“Have you seen his face in person?”

“No, I haven’t seen him in over six months.”

“I see.
So, did you see to who the last letter was?”

“…It was a friend who lived nearby.”

“How many people did he regularly exchange letters with?”

The child, puzzled as to why he was asking such a question, raised his head.
After meeting Kentrail’s gaze, he quickly bowed his head down again.

“There were three or four people a year.
The rest were all single letters.”

“Yes, then do you remember their names?”

The child nodded his head at his question.

“Yes…”

One by one, he answered by counting his hands.

“…The estate Lord, and… Andalson—”

“Wait.
Who is Andalson?”

“I don’t know.”

The strange name intermingled among the names of the lords the child listed bothered Kentrail.
At that, he persisted.

“Andalson… How many letters do they get in a year? Since when did the correspondence come from Andalson?”

“The letter came once a season, and since I came here to work, it has been coming.”

“Since when have you been working?

“It’s been about three years.”

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“Did the man keep replying to the person named Andalson?”

“No.
Come to think of it, I never saw him reply.”

“What about the others?”

“He left a regular reply to other people.”

Hearing his reply, Kentrail was convinced there was something about the person named Andalson.
He then opened his mouth again.

“Is there an address in the letter?”

“Although there was no exact address, the address of a post office in the North was written.”

“Okay… Where is that?”

Hearing the child’s words, Kentrail’s forehead narrowed.
It was because it was the opposite of this place.

“Did the last letter also come from that person?”

“No.
It’s been about five months since I didn’t get a letter from a man named Andalson.”

“I see… you can go.”

Looking at the child who was moving away, he saw the butler who was dragged by the knight this time and asked.

“You know about the correspondence?”

With his knee cut off, the butler trembled with both hands.

“…That is—”

“You won’t say you don’t know, right? Where does the Head usually leave the letters?”

At that question, the butler raised his finger and pointed to one place.
It was a bookcase.

“…Is it a secret vault?”

Kentrail, who had been told that some of the nobles were installing something like this, walked up to the bookshelf.

‘I’m sure Brielle’s grandfather installed this.’

Part of the bookshelf moved by pulling on the strangest-looking book, revealing the safe.

“What’s the password?”

The butler shook his head.

“I don’t know that.
He always let me go…”

At his words, Kentrail glanced at the knight.
At the next moment, the knight immediately held out his sword in front of the butler.

“It-it’s true, believe me…!”

It seemed like he was speaking the truth as he put his hands together and hurriedly replied.

“I know someone who can open it.”

Uttering so, he was coldly at the butler, who was peering at him with an earnest look, and continued.

“Put that person in jail and bring the axe.”

At that, the butler’s face turned white at the mention of the axe.

It was like looking at a lawless person.