When I woke up in a large bed with a canopy, I could smell the aroma of the bread being bake outside the window.
Oh, it’s almost time for breakfast huh.
At Earl Dantes’ House, a professional baker bakes bread every morning in the mansion. This bread made with a special flour is fragrant and it tastes so good. I can’t eat it anywhere else.
Knock. Knock.
“Good morning, Cedie-sama. We’ve brought your change of clothes.”
Two maids smiled at me as they came inside the room. One was carrying a basin with water and the other holds my change of clothes.
“Un, thank you.”
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I washed my face and put on a pure white shirt without a single wrinkle. At that moment, another servant knocked on the door and came in.
“Good morning, breakfast is ready.”
“Got it. Thank you.”
“We have cherries for breakfast, Cedie-sama’s favorite.”
“These are the first cherries of the year. I’m looking forward to it.”
Today will be another monotonous day, but one without any inconveniences. This is the privilege I have been given as the third son of an Earl.
Oh, here comes another person.
It looks like the other party is in a hurry. It’s rare to hear servants running down the hallway with loud footsteps. Because once they do that, the lightning of my strict father will strike them first. But despite that fact, the sound of the loud footsteps still echoes from the hallway.
Is it that urgent?
Out of breath, a butler hastily opened the door and came in. His face was bright red.
“C-Cedie-sama, we are in big trouble! The Earl! The Earl was in an accident and he-, he passed away!”
“Haa!?”
Perhaps the world actually exists on a delicate balance. Our everyday lives, which we took for granted, can disappear without a trace due to the smallest of things.
Just like how I, at the age of 12, who is living an elegant life, is now about to be kicked out of the mansion because of my father’s death. You know, there’s a saying that goes like that.
“The sound of the bell at Gion Shōja echoes the impermanence of all things.”
This is exactly it.
Hn? W-wait……
As a native of the Findas region of the Kingdom of Floodland, why do I know such a saying?
I don’t remember learning that from a tutor….
So how?
I don’t get it, I don’t get it, I don’t get it……
I wanted to think about it more deeply, but with the funeral and inheritance coming up following this report, I didn’t have the slightest time to do so.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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