"Lady!"
My head automatically turned to the familiar voice that made my body respond first.
"This one."
"Ah."
I grinned at the handkerchief that Bessie handed me.
"I almost forgot."
"Although, it's not a big deal if you forget your handkerchief."
Bessie looked around at my body as if she were checking my appearance.
I burst out looking at Bessie's familiar labours.
"Bessie."
"What?"
"Why do you still call me 'lady'?"
Bessie took her eyes off my dress and looked at me. Her hair head, neatly tied together, tilted to the right.
"What should I call my lady as, if it's not 'lady'?"
"You know, I'm married now."
I was just reciting the facts, but somehow I felt ashamed to say it with my own words.
I coughed and went on.
"I'm already married, am I not?"
"Lady, I'm about to be upset."
"Huh?"
But for saying so, Bessie's expression was still soft.
Bessie, who found the stitches in my shoulder with her hawk's eyes, said at intervals.
"It's been more than 20 years since I have been serving you by calling you 'lady'."
"Yes, it is."
"But what if someone who I had called her 'lady' suddenly disappears? I would be in vain and don't know what to do."
"........really?"
"Of course."
I suddenly remembered the butler as I listened to Bessie.
As soon as the wedding finished, the butler started calling me "ma'am."
Rather, it was the speed at which I couldn't adapt.
"The butler......"
"It's because his emotions have dried up."
Bessie made a firm arrangement even before I could finish talking.
I see. Okay, then let's do that. It wasn't that important anyway.
By the way, there is one more person in this mansion who is full of emotions.
"Have a safe trip, my lady."
I don't even have to call him, but he just showed up on his own.
I spoke to Sir Davery, who I found standing behind Bessie and keeping an ambiguous distance.
"Why are you there?"
"Is there something wrong with my position?"
"You're too far. Why are you standing so far away?"
"Um......"
I observed Sir Davery while he was mulling his answers.
I could see a sword in his right hand.
"Sweat smell?"
As soon as I spat out what came to mind, I could see Sir Davery smiling awkwardly.
"I was embarrassed to tell you, but you just make fun of me."
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