The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 90

Since then, Mirabelle has been constantly following in Kuhn's footsteps. Currently, Kuhn was resting in the shade after sweeping the garden, collecting branches and chopping firewood. It was exhausting work. He notices Mirabelle approaching him, and he moves in to avoid her. He can lose him if he really wants to, because he's not a good runner.

"Kuhn ~ Kuuhn ~"

Mirabelle was with him again like a girl after her mother.

The kwadang!

He stumbled over a rock and fell to the ground.

"Aah!"

Mirabelle glanced at Kuhn's retreating figure before checking her knees. His gaze on her felt so desperate that Kuhn stopped walking without even realizing it. Then he turned around and headed to where Mirabelle had fallen.

"Huh?"

He looked up in surprise when he realized that Kuhn was suddenly standing in front of him. Kuhn did not hide her speed, but Mirabelle thought she must have blinked. Kuhn extended her hand and spoke in a flat tone.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes I am fine . ”

Mirabelle grabbed his hand, and Kuhn raised it. The skirt of the dress has blood stains. Maybe he's been skinning his knee.

"Why do you keep chasing me?"

Mirabelle responded with a bright expression.

"Are you back because I fell?"

"…"

Kuhn hesitated to answer. Mirabelle is the hostess, and Kuhn is the maid. You will rebel to say no. However, he spoke before he could answer.

“Thank God. You still notice me. I was afraid of being a nuisance. ”

Kuhn felt frustrated for a moment over Mirabelle's words. Of course he's troublesome. He was stupid if he could not take his cues, but he continued, nonstop.

“Other times you walk fast, I will fall. I realize I can't catch up to you at my own pace. ”

"Why do you want to arrest me?"

"I want to talk to you like now, and eat with you—"

“Do it with other servers. ”

“I want to do it with Kuhn. ”

"… Others will say it's favoritism. ”

“I don't care. ”

Mirabelle's eyes were fixed. In contrast to her gentle appearance, she was extremely stubborn. Kuhn looked at Mirabelle's injured knee and then spoke.

"Is there no wedding dress you should be working on?"

That was the only time Kuhn was free. Mirabelle was also very busy, and she had to quickly finish her dress before the wedding date arrived.

“I have to come back in a minute. I just have free time. ”

"Just take a break and don't force yourself to come out. Why did you come here when you were weak? ”

“If you are worried about me, then do not run away. ”

“... Haaaa. ”

Kuhn sighed. He had no other words to say. Suddenly, as they walked, Mirabelle grimaced as the pain pierced her knee.

"Ouch. ”

Kuhn glanced at Mirabelle.

"I'll call the waiter. ”

"Oh no . I'll feel better after I sit down for a while. The seat…. Uh! There is a bench there ”

Mirabelle pointed towards the sturdy stone bench. It was ornate, not made to sit, but it would be done in this situation. Mirabelle takes a step in that direction, when Kuhn stops her.

"Please wait . ”

"What?"

He immediately understood what he meant. Kuhn walked towards the bench and easily picked it up, then walked back and placed it in front of Mirabelle.

"Wow . ”

Mirabelle's mouth is down. He knew how heavy it was, but the slender-looking Kuhn had taken him without difficulty.

"You are amazing . ”

Apart from Mirabelle's praise, there wasn't the slightest bit of recognition on Kuhn's face.

“Sit and rest. ”

Mirabelle leaned herself against the chair. The stone was hard on his feet, but strangely enough, it felt warmer than the other chairs. He looked at Kuhn.

"You are very good . ”

Kuhn looked at him in disbelief.

"type? No. .. You mean me? "

"Is there anyone else here?"

Mirabelle smile. Kuhn might try to run away from her reach, but in the end she would always be caught by him. So he kept chasing her again.

He looked up, a clear blue sky appeared behind him. Spring is coming soon. Beautiful weather will be a great time for a picnic.

"Why don't we go on a picnic after the wedding?"

"…"

Kuhn, unlike the sweet-minded Mirabelle, vows to catch the mysterious person in Blaise's house as soon as possible.

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Time passed quickly, until it was the day before Elena and Carlisle's wedding. Elena got up early and pushed herself out of bed.

"Tomorrow. '

Just one more day. The wedding will be here.

The wedding date had been looming over Elena for weeks, and now it felt strange to think that it would finally happen tomorrow. He woke up in the morning, and then began to prepare himself for the last minute examination day. There are platforms where the inauguration will take place, hallways, tables and chairs for guests, lavender flowers, — decorations with more coming in the next morning.

'Reception at the imperial palace is almost complete …'

After the ceremony, guests and nobles from foreign countries would gather at the imperial palace for the reception, and great attention was given to its preparations.

"Then I have to review the menu. '

The crown prince's wedding was so awesome that there were separate courses prepared for the wedding venue and reception. Several chefs in the capital city were renowned for their expertise hired to prepare food, and although the dishes had already been decided, Elena found she could not relax. Fortunately, due to Carlisle's help, the imperial chefs were mobilized as well, allowing preparations to proceed smoothly.

'And 'again…'

A lot of attention should be paid to seating arrangements as well. The setting is similar to a tea party in the south, where those of higher status sit in the front row. Elena was very worried about that. He looked at the invitation list again, paying attention to the layout of the nobles and foreign envoys and scanning for any potential accidents. He was in a restless mood, but his preparations were quite complete.

The wedding dress that Mirabelle and Madame Mitchell worked on was the last item. Elena approved the design, but Mirabelle recommended a gold and white dress among the five that Carlisle bought. This is not the wedding of the century, but Mirabelle is determined to create the most beautiful dress anyone has ever seen.

'With all this work still going on the day before, I had no idea how the dress would change. '

Although the dress was incomplete, strangely, Elena was not worried. Was it because of her belief in Mirabelle? In fact, Elena liked all five dresses she'd seen at the Anco Tailor without having to modify them, but Mirabelle has vowed to work on new designs to make them prettier. Elena was more worried about the pressure on Mirabelle's health.

“... Huuu. ”

He watched the sunrise peek out of his window, then got up from his chair to perform morning ritual exercises. It is better to occupy the body to clear his circling mind. It was the wisdom he gained from experience. He began to lie face down on the floor, holding himself in one hand and pushing up and down.

"One two-"

As the floor approached him, he repeated the move. This might be the last time he exercised in this big house.

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Elena went down for breakfast, and sat down at the dining table with only Derek to be accompanied. Mirabelle had sent a message saying she was too busy working on the dress to eat, and their father was not currently home.

"Are you sleeping well?"

"Yes . ”

At Elena's usual greeting, Derek nodded slightly and replied briefly. Morning is no different than any other morning. However, the blurry-faced Derek stole a glance at his sister and opened his mouth to speak again.

"Is – do you sleep well? I heard that women are nervous the day before their wedding. ”

"Ah, I'm fine. ”

Elena smiled faintly and covered her nervousness. He had already lived a once in a lifetime life, but this was the first time he had married and his heart could not help but tremble. Derek looked at her as if he was reading her inner thoughts, and Elena raised her voice awkwardly.

“You must be upset that the marriage delayed the sword fighting competition. ”

“No problem. ”

The answer was blunt, but Derek didn't seem to mind much. At that moment, Mary stepped into the dining room and greeted them warmly.

“For breakfast today, I will serve you easily digestible food. ”

Elena looked puzzled by her usual dietary changes.

"Porridge?"

"Yes, my lady . It is specifically requested for you. ”

"G …"

Elena turned her head towards Derek, who was looking back with a relaxed frown.

“When do I make a special request? I'm just asking them to prepare something that won't upset your stomach the day before the wedding. ”

He usually never made any special requests from the kitchen. Derek, as a knight, was taught by his father not to be picky about his food. Derek could really eat anything without complaining. Even Elena, who had lived with her brother for a long time, did not know what she liked or did not like to eat. This was the first time Derek had asked for anything in particular from the kitchen. Mary also knew that Derek was not very expressive, so she nodded and quickly changed her words.

“Yes, I'm a little exaggerating. Today, you are only asking for foods that are easy to digest. ”

Elena smiled at Mary's quick response. The atmosphere feels warm. Elena opened her mouth to speak, but even then she could not tell her full feelings.

"Thank you brother…"

She wished there was a better way to say thank you, but even in this situation Elena was also embarrassed. Derek's answer was rude.

"Eat before it gets cold. ”

Breakfast before the wedding is different than usual.