The Duke Daughter Life

42| Letter Introduction

...HAPPY READING...

This was Crelam, one of the small towns in the territory of the capital of the Asylam kingdom. Lail did not choose the wrong place to refresh your thoughts and feelings. The arrangement of the city of Asylam is better than Hendrixine in addition, the community is very obedient and obedient to the government's policy in the application of the law, there is no commotion.

It has been almost two weeks Lail in Asylam, living in a house in the middle of the city because it is close to shops and crowds. In contrast to Hampalxine, in Asylam the night life is more sparkling, entertainment venues are almost all open, especially night clubs, some people are seen to enjoy alcohol and chattering but regularly.

Such night activities have become a tradition for the people in Crelam. Lail enjoyed his days in Asylam despite sometimes recalling some memories with Gaiden.

"Miss, would you like to join us?"

Some young man glanced mischievously at Lail, judging her for being close enough.

Lail raised her hand while shaking her head, then went inside the house. Actually Lail does not need to work to last longer in Asylam because the money is quite a lot because the gold investment made is still continuing since the perfume business is increasingly famous. But, just keeping quiet was so boring anyway, Lail had never worked hard both in her previous and present life.

"Hm, do I work at the post office, huh?" Lail glanced at a job opening in one of the famous post offices in the royal capital, located in a large urban center called Asla, a city connected to the royal palace, where the ruler of Asylam was located.

Some of the jobs available are typists, letter carriers and administrative staff.

"I need to try it." Lail grabbed the sheet, staring for quite a long time at the post office address.

...***...

Lail smiled awkwardly at the chair as the middle-aged man named Baman continued to stare at him after seeing the registration form because he was from Hendrixine.

"Are you sure you want to be a mailman?" Baman allow round glasses.

Lail nodded his head. "Yes. Mr."

Baman thought for a long time, throughout the history of the establishment of this LoS post office, the mail carrier is a man, no woman will take this option because delivering letters is quite a tiring job.

"Why do you want this job? I can give you a job as an administrative staff, welcome clients who want to write letters, it's more suitable for you." Baman admits that Lail's appearance and appearance are so beautiful, instead of being a dangerous letter carrier because Lail is quite charming, Baman further advises Lail to be an administrative staff, or if fast enough to learn, Lail is more, Baman would be happy if Lail became a typist because he lacked a typist.

"I'm new here, I think by being a mail carrier I can get to know the places here better and find a lot of fun new things." Lail answered honestly.

Baman exhaled and then nodded his head. "Just get to work tomorrow."

Lail continued to stand while bowing her head in gratitude then came out while humming a little, staring at the sun that was already overhead. "A bright day" he commented.

...***...

"He's your partner, Lail." Baman is in the study, introducing Lail to a young man who is two years older than Lail.

The brown-haired man nodded. "I'm Falan. Hello, Lail."

Lail nods his head then Baman codes for the two to do the job but, before that, Baman asks Falan, who is senior in the mail delivery to teach Lail, to keep Lail out of trouble.

Now, while pulling a medium-sized pedati filled with boxes filled with letters, Falan walked along Lail.

"It's the first time there's a female mailman, so your uniform is still in progress" Falan said, diluting the awkward atmosphere.

"Did you carry this many letters every day? How long does it take to spend?" lail asked after nodding her head in response to Falan's earlier words.

"Hm ... " Falan thought a little, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, but when I was a new employee, it took two days."

Falan returned to grin while Lail shuddered followed by a forced laugh. He said two days with such a bright expression as if everything was fine. Lail exhaled but in unison the pedati came to a halt, Falan grabbed one of the letters and knocked on the door of the house, just where they stopped.

"Excuse me, letter!" exclamation Falan.

Before long the owner of the house came out accompanied by a carefree smile and thanked him, seeing that Lail felt happy. They look forward to the letters from the pedati.

"Can I give you the letter next?" pinta Lail, her eyes sparkling.

Falan shakes her thumb. "Sure!"

At the Grand Duke's Castle in Valazad, Gazea City.

The painting of Lail sitting on a long white chair accompanied by Gaiden continued to be plastered in the workspace, the owner of the room sat on a chair and closed his eyes, breathing repeatedly while his right hand held an ink pen on the divorce paper that had come last week, waiting for his signature.

"Why? Why leave me like this?" Gaiden opened his eyes, sharpening the view on his first painting while driving Lail around the Gazea.

Gaiden was reluctant to make a signature, but time would be missed so that with a heavy heart the paper began to be overwritten by the signature. "Give it to the Adjuster" Gaiden told Simon.

"Yes, Grand Duke."

...***...

Two days passed, Lail's uniform was finished and immediately worn today because there was a special mail delivery mission.

"Special Letter?" Lail frowned curiously.

Baman nods his head after smiling widely while shaking his waist. "Really! Today, the delivery of the letters in the city will be taken over by another officer, while the two of you deliver a stack of special letters to the Palace."

Falan's eyes sparkled, during his work as a mailman, only twice did he go to the palace to deliver the letter, the letter said, it feels very envious to know Lail immediately got the luck when he just worked three days ago.

"How long is the journey to the palace, Falan?" Lail asked after they exited the LoS post office.

"Cruisely using a horse carriage," Falan explained.

Lail glanced at the pile of letters on the beautifully gilded box in his hand. "But ... What are these letters?"

"Oh, that's a letter from the orphanage children to His Majesty the King and the Princes."

Lail blinked, she just heard about this.

"Every year the children of the home will send letters as a form of thanks to the king and the prince. I heard from Baman that you are from Hendrixine, maybe this is a bit of bragging, but we are very distrustful of kings and princes because since under their leadership, Asylam was really peaceful. There's no chaos."

Falan continued to tell until they boarded the horse carriage and then sais began to drive to take the two to the Palace.

The story of Falan kept flowing. Falan said that if the previous king ruled less firmly so that many problems were carried out by officials, as well as upper class nobles in the people below them.

Slavery of women, corruption, child trafficking, smuggling of drugs and weapons, in essence crime is increasing and crime is becoming more organized however, after the three princes took over after a major revolt broke out on the previous king now Ashlam stood firm again, all the perpetrators of crime are eliminated, both corrupt officials and nobles who act arbitrarily in the lower middle class.

"Surely they are the rulers who are very loved by the people, yes," said Lail.

Falan smelled a smile. "Yes. Though our two princes are terrible," said Falan.

"Gruesome?" Lail repeated the words Falan.

Falan blinked twice then looked out the window after seeing the Palace already in sight.

"We will enter the palace, be prepared" said Falan.

The horse-drawn carriage entering the palace, the horse-drawn carriage Lail and Falan used was a private horse-drawn carriage belonging to Los, so there is a logo on the skin of the car so that the guard only needs to check the contents in the cabin and let in without much business.

Lail and Falan got off the horse-drawn carriage while carrying each box containing a letter. The giant door before them split open, revealing a magnificent hallway lined with tapestries with ivory-white walls chime with gold, classy looks.

"Why is your expression so ordinary?" Falan whispered to Lail.

Lail only smiled faintly and Falan focused on her steps while the butler who guided her observed how Lail's posture when walking and responded to her remarks.

"Just this time the letter carrier was female-friendly, moreover her attitude strongly reflected that of a high-class noblewoman, she seemed so used to it that her demeanor was very natural and elegant." The butler continued to comment on what he found from watching Lail.

"Come in, this is Your Majesty's office." The butler then opened the door after telling him who had come but, there was no sound and the work chair had been empty.

"It looks like His Majesty just came out. Then please put the letter on his desk."

After putting it down, Lail and Falan decided to return while not far behind them, Hendry accompanied by Zavir had returned to the study.

"Who are they?" zavir asked the butler.

"Meeting, Prince."

Zavir's smile was stretched thin and immediately entered while Hendry was silent at the door with the focus falling on Lail's back which was getting away at the intersection of the hallway.

"I just found out that there was a woman in the delivery" said Hendry.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I also just found out that, it looks like he's a new employee, seen from his still-rigid uniform."

Hendry nodded slowly, but that was not what disturbed him but the woman's posture reminded him of Lail Manuella.

"I thought it was him" murmured Hendry.

...CONNECT ......