It wasn’t just like that. As soon as he arrived, Raven had even subtly displayed his anger towards the butler, questioning whether or not he had made Molitia bleed due to him allowing his madame to work.
Raven was a person who had never considered the other party’s condition at all. However, when the butler had seen Molitia, his fighting spirit burned immensely. For sure that today, he would provide her a good rest accordingly.
“Isn’t the Duke busy with his work, too?” (Molitia)
“That is why he left early today, to attend a meeting.” (Gilbert)
The position of being a duke was never easy. Molitia, who was just rubbing her eyes as she got up from bed this morning, only realized that Raven had already prepared to head for work.
“…I’m afraid I’m not doing my job right.” (Molitia)
“No, you’re doing great.” (Gilbert)
“I’m glad it seems that way.” (Molitia)
Her sunken cheek revealed a hollow which the butler raised his eyebrows to. As expected, she was too thin. Even when she was dressed up in clothes, her slender arms looked emaciated in the butler’s eyes.
“The first thing your grace needs to do now is to cheer up.” (Gilbert)
“……” (Molitia)
As soon as she saw the medicine set in front of her eyes, Molitia’s lips clammed up. It was prepared in a sculpted cup, but that was just it. The contents remained unchanged. To worsen it off, there was this dreadful odor that seemed as if something was attached to it.
“Don’t you have anything sweet?” (Molitia)
“Something sweet?” (Gilbert)
“The medicine is very bitter, so … I need something to neutralize the taste.” (Molitia)
“I’ll have the chef to prepare a cake.” (Gilbert)
“No, you don’t have to go that far.” (Molitia)
It would then be too much of a full course meal. Plus, she was already filled to the brim.
“Well… can I borrow the kitchen for a while?” (Molitia)
“The kitchen?” (Gilbert)
“Yes, I think I’m able to move more now.” (Molitia)
When she started to rise, Pillen swiftly had her covered with a dress and a shawl.
“Ma, Madame.” (Chef)
As they charged into the kitchen, the employees were startled from their rest and hurriedly gave a bow. Feeling quite embarrassed, the head chef anxiously rolled his eyes around.
‘Why is she here? Did she not like the breakfast?’
Molitia was recognized as a Count’s daughter who entered the household and became a Duchess. Therefore, she had already become a hot topic for the kitchen staff. As they were still unaware of her tastes, it was very tricky for them to prepare. On top of that, they were also understaffed.
However, the Duke’s kitchen staff were very honorable. When they were asked to arrange for a nourishing meal for the body, the chef’s eyes lit up in excitement during the preparation. He was quite confident that he had made it even better than yesterday.
“Can I use the kitchen?” (Molitia)
“Yes?” (Chef)
The chef, who was still in a daze with all sorts of ideas running across his head, asked back. At that point in time, he became even more startled than when he was answering her.
“Oh, of course.” (Chef)
“I need some eggs and sugar…” (Molitia)
“They’re over here.” (Chef)
He flustered as he was guiding her to where the ingredients had been placed. She beamed as she got her hands on fresh eggs produced from the chicken coop this early morning.
“Madame, what are you trying to make?” (Chef)
“I’m trying to bake cookies, which are easy on the tongue.” (Molitia)
“In that case, let us…” (Chef)
“It’s fine. I would like to make it myself after a long time.” (Molitia)
It had been a while since she had it in her grasp. The smoothness of the familiar egg in her hand was very welcoming.
Molitia used to bake her cravings all by herself. The ones who grumbled over her overpriced medicine gave nothing for her to quench her thirst back then, let alone sweets.
Consuming the medicine was excruciating for her, similar to the time when she was sick. The intense taste would strongly impale her nose and throat that even blocking could not help to stop the stinging sensation.
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