Young Albert entered the room as he was still in Greten’s arms. The room was completely deserted.
I was reminded of Schubert’s mansion from when I had visited the capital before. This villa and the baron’s mansion were equally as desolate, but there was a different atmosphere here.
I could tell that the baron’s mansion was once a place where people had lived before, but this place… It seemed more like a ghost’s manor than anything.
At the very least, Albert’s room was tidy enough.
It was almost impossible for a single person to manage an entire large mansion, so in the end, the other parts had been abandoned.
“How did you get so drenched?”
Greten spoke worriedly as she brought a towel.
Now lying on the bed, Albert groaned as Greten dried him up with the towel.
In time, Greten brought a change of clothes. Albert was about to drift off to sleep, but Greten shook him awake.
“You must change your clothes quickly, Young Count.”
Hearing Greten’s stiff urging, Albert gritted his teeth but nonetheless sat up.
I could tell just by his expression how much pain he must be enduring.
Greten’s actions were rubbing me the wrong way. Albert was clearly having a difficult time, so why was she waking him up like that? It would have been better to just let him rest.
But Albert seemed to be used to this already. He clenched his teeth, changed his clothes and lay back down.
“I’ll stoke the fire. It’ll be warm in no time.”
Greten brought another dry towel and stoked the fire in the fireplace. It burned with a warm light.
I couldn’t feel anything, but seeing as Albert was shaking less, the room certainly seemed to have warmed up.
“I’ll bring you something to eat.”
With this, Greten left the room.
Something’s not right here. Greten was nursing Albert to health quietly, but not once did she urge him to tell her what happened or why he came back like this.
Greten came back with hot soup. Groaning, Albert sat up on the bed.
“Please eat up, Young Count.”
Albert looked at me once as I was sitting near his bed, then he picked up the spoon.
Except for the dark shade beneath his eyes, his face was completely devoid of color.
He must have caught on that I wasn’t a normal person, seeing that he didn’t react to my presence.
I was already aware that Albert wasn’t the most expressive of people, but I didn’t know that he was this emotionless.
I wanted to see the young Albert smiling. I didn’t know how many days I’d be staying here, but I wanted to make him happy.
As Greten was drying Albert’s hair with a towel, she carefully asked.
“Young Count, did you happen to go outside and… do something profane again?”
What did she mean, profane?!
Her choice of words left me appalled, but on the other hand, Albert only glared silently at her.
“Why do you ask?”
“I told you not to do that. The noble blood of the Royal Family flows through your veins, Young Count.”
Greten knew what Albert had tried to do. Perhaps Albert had already attempted the same thing in the past.
When Albert told me before how he had abused his own magic when he was a child, I seemed to be witnessing it with my own eyes now.
Greten herself appeared to know that Albert was a mage, too.
The child let out a deep breath. As his brows were narrowed, he looked exceedingly tired.
“The same boring words again…”
“There is not a doubt in the world that you will be called to the Royal Family, Young Count. It’s not like you don’t know. After all, His Majesty the King…”
A smile slinked its way to Greten’s lips as she whispered with a low voice.
“…is impotent.”
At the words that were spilled through the nanny’s mouth, Albert looked completely fed up.
Even if it’s true that Greten was helping Albert, what she said just now was much too harsh.
“So, please do cherish yourself more.”
She did not care that Albert’s mind was in shambles. Greten was taking care of him not for the simple reason of goodwill.
Greten had a clear view of Albert’s potential. She had looked into his background and investigated the people surrounding Albert. This shrewd nanny was setting herself up for the future.
“You must not forget me later, Young Count. Never forget.”
Greten whispered these burdensome words to the boy as she pushed the bowl of soup in front of him.
Albert stared up at her and spoke bluntly.
“I wish to rest alone. Get out.”
“Of course.”
It looked like this happened frequently enough, and Greten left the room without even a murmured answer.
As soon as she left, Albert turned to me.
I drew closer to him and fed him some soup.
“You have to eat more or you won’t get any better.”
“Umph, ugh…”
Albert frowned, but he finished the soup.
Outwardly, he was showing just how much he didn’t like what I was doing, but he followed in the end anyway. Just the sight of this made my heart feel heavy as it was clear that the boy was just hungry for care and affection.
It’s impossible to think that his time with Greten was fine as it was.
Young Albert entered the room as he was still in Greten’s arms. The room was completely deserted.
I was reminded of Schubert’s mansion from when I had visited the capital before. This villa and the baron’s mansion were equally as desolate, but there was a different atmosphere here.
I could tell that the baron’s mansion was once a place where people had lived before, but this place… It seemed more like a ghost’s manor than anything.
At the very least, Albert’s room was tidy enough.
It was almost impossible for a single person to manage an entire large mansion, so in the end, the other parts had been abandoned.
“How did you get so drenched?”
Greten spoke worriedly as she brought a towel.
Now lying on the bed, Albert groaned as Greten dried him up with the towel.
In time, Greten brought a change of clothes. Albert was about to drift off to sleep, but Greten shook him awake.
“You must change your clothes quickly, Young Count.”
Hearing Greten’s stiff urging, Albert gritted his teeth but nonetheless sat up.
I could tell just by his expression how much pain he must be enduring.
Greten’s actions were rubbing me the wrong way. Albert was clearly having a difficult time, so why was she waking him up like that? It would have been better to just let him rest.
But Albert seemed to be used to this already. He clenched his teeth, changed his clothes and lay back down.
“I’ll stoke the fire. It’ll be warm in no time.”
Greten brought another dry towel and stoked the fire in the fireplace. It burned with a warm light.
I couldn’t feel anything, but seeing as Albert was shaking less, the room certainly seemed to have warmed up.
“I’ll bring you something to eat.”
With this, Greten left the room.
Something’s not right here. Greten was nursing Albert to health quietly, but not once did she urge him to tell her what happened or why he came back like this.
Greten came back with hot soup. Groaning, Albert sat up on the bed.
“Please eat up, Young Count.”
Albert looked at me once as I was sitting near his bed, then he picked up the spoon.
Except for the dark shade beneath his eyes, his face was completely devoid of color.
He must have caught on that I wasn’t a normal person, seeing that he didn’t react to my presence.
I was already aware that Albert wasn’t the most expressive of people, but I didn’t know that he was this emotionless.
I wanted to see the young Albert smiling. I didn’t know how many days I’d be staying here, but I wanted to make him happy.
As Greten was drying Albert’s hair with a towel, she carefully asked.
“Young Count, did you happen to go outside and… do something profane again?”
What did she mean, profane?!
Her choice of words left me appalled, but on the other hand, Albert only glared silently at her.
“Why do you ask?”
“I told you not to do that. The noble blood of the Royal Family flows through your veins, Young Count.”
Greten knew what Albert had tried to do. Perhaps Albert had already attempted the same thing in the past.
When Albert told me before how he had abused his own magic when he was a child, I seemed to be witnessing it with my own eyes now.
Greten herself appeared to know that Albert was a mage, too.
The child let out a deep breath. As his brows were narrowed, he looked exceedingly tired.
“The same boring words again…”
“There is not a doubt in the world that you will be called to the Royal Family, Young Count. It’s not like you don’t know. After all, His Majesty the King…”
A smile slinked its way to Greten’s lips as she whispered with a low voice.
“…is impotent.”
At the words that were spilled through the nanny’s mouth, Albert looked completely fed up.
Even if it’s true that Greten was helping Albert, what she said just now was much too harsh.
“So, please do cherish yourself more.”
She did not care that Albert’s mind was in shambles. Greten was taking care of him not for the simple reason of goodwill.
Greten had a clear view of Albert’s potential. She had looked into his background and investigated the people surrounding Albert. This shrewd nanny was setting herself up for the future.
“You must not forget me later, Young Count. Never forget.”
Greten whispered these burdensome words to the boy as she pushed the bowl of soup in front of him.
Albert stared up at her and spoke bluntly.
“I wish to rest alone. Get out.”
“Of course.”
It looked like this happened frequently enough, and Greten left the room without even a murmured answer.
As soon as she left, Albert turned to me.
I drew closer to him and fed him some soup.
“You have to eat more or you won’t get any better.”
“Umph, ugh…”
Albert frowned, but he finished the soup.
Outwardly, he was showing just how much he didn’t like what I was doing, but he followed in the end anyway. Just the sight of this made my heart feel heavy as it was clear that the boy was just hungry for care and affection.
It’s impossible to think that his time with Greten was fine as it was.
