"No.

Lydia puffs out her cheeks when the chef refuses.

"Why not?　Because Zaku is ......

"Zak?　Oh, you mean the monk. There's a difference between a young lady and a monk.

The head chef scratches his head weakly at his employer's daughter who looks up at him.

He doesn't care if he gets hurt or hurts a little, but the young lady doesn't. If she were to get burned, I would be scolded by my maids.

Lydia was peeling, but she understood that asking for more would cause trouble for the head chef, so she lowered her shoulders. It took a lot of courage for her to approach the large chef, but when she spoke to him, he was not so scary. The least I could do was to find out that the chef was surprisingly kind.

I understand. ......

But the young lady is very brave to want to make sweets for the boy.

No, sir!　I'm going to get even!

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Excuse me, sir.

The warmth in the chef's eyes was too much to bear, and Lydia turned on her heel.
But then she remembers what she forgot to say and goes back to the entrance of the kitchen.

I'm sorry I've been unreasonable. Thank you for the delicious food.

She couldn't say it with a smile because she still felt intimidated, but she could at least say it, so she left without checking the chef's reaction.
I had heard from a young apprentice gardener that greetings, thanks, and apologies were important, and when I observed my father and mother, I found that they always expressed their gratitude to the servants as well. I heard that my father, despite his busy schedule, would sometimes go to the servants' homes just to say thank you. I regret that I didn't realize how wonderful my parents were until after they told me.
I am trying to learn from my parents, but it is more embarrassing than I imagined to consciously do something that I have never done before. I can't look them in the eye, I either turn away or look down, and sometimes I run away when I say goodbye, as I did this time.
The day when I can smile gracefully and express my gratitude like my parents is still far away. Still, the apprentice gardener boy praises me for the fact that I can say it. Sometimes I feel like I'm failing because I can't say it properly, but that somehow keeps me going.

But how can I get back at him? ......?

Closing the door to her room, Lydia lets out a sigh.
If you can't do the same, then how can you retaliate?
The other day, as an apology for the tea party, the apprentice gardener gave me some homemade cookies. It was just a plain cookie in a paper bag, and each piece was bigger than the ones Ludia usually eats. When asked why they were so large, he said that he didn't have a special mold for them and had used a mug to cut them out. Since she couldn't go back to the mansion to eat them, she ate them on the spot and they were delicious with a simple taste.
The fact that it was made by a man who was neither a pastry chef nor a pastry chef made me feel annoyed, and I hit him with my fist. As usual, the apprentice gardener only looked annoyed when I hit him, but he didn't seem to be in pain, which frustrated me even more. So I decided that I would definitely get even.
Lydia was troubled because she couldn't think of an alternative way to retaliate. She wondered what else she could give the apprentice gardener to make him happy. He always seems to enjoy helping out in the garden, even if it's a simple task. But I don't know what he likes when it comes to things.
What I do know is that she likes to work in the garden and respects her father, she looks happy when she eats, and she doesn't like fancy things.

I don't know what he likes. ......

I'm shocked by the fact that I just found out. I knew too little about him.
When I think back, I only talked about myself and rarely had a chance to ask him about himself. He himself doesn't talk much unless I ask him.

It's Zaku's fault.

Lydia puffed up her cheeks and said that the lack of information was his fault for not talking to her voluntarily.

"What is it, Master Ludia?

Katrin, the maid who was waiting in the room, called out to her with concern. The maid, Katrin, who was waiting for her in her room, called out to her with concern. She was worried about Lydia, who had entered her room, but hadn't moved from the door and was making a hundred faces.
She was about to ask if she could make a cup of tea to calm her down, when Lydia's face, which had been downcast, shot up.

I'm going for a walk," she said.

I'm going to go for a walk." As soon as she said that, Lydia was about to leave, but Katrin hurriedly stopped her.

"Please wait ......!　The sun is very strong, so please take a parasol with you.

She hands Lydia a small white lace parasol. If you go out at this time of year when summer is about to begin in earnest, you will burn your white skin.

Thank you. I'll see you later!

Have a good day.

By the door, Katrin bowed and saw her husband off. She lifted her head slowly and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw her husband's back become smaller.

"You mean Mr. Isak?

Katrin smiled, knowing that her fears for her husband were unfounded.
Not long after, Ludia spotted the gardener Baumgartner and his son around a hedge. They were working relatively close to the house today. They were talking unusually.
Lydia approached them, feeling curious that the quiet Dennis was talking.
As he was about to speak to him, the apprentice gardener turned to look at him first, and Lydia stopped in surprise. Normally he would not look at her until she called out to him.

"Miss!

And he's running towards you with a big smile on his face. Normally, I would have said no and gone back to work. Lydia, unable to comprehend the situation, reflexively clutched the handle of her parasol.



Come on. Dad, okay?

He pulled Ludia's hand and asked his father, Dennis, for some kind of approval. After confirming that his father nodded, the apprentice gardener walked away, still holding Ludia's hand.

What?

As he walks away, Rydia looks alternately at the apprentice gardener and his father, who is moving away. His father's face is unreadable, and she can't tell what he's thinking as he walks away.
The young lady, Lydia, is uncomfortable as he walks on the grass and other areas that Lydia does not normally walk on. Perhaps he is taking the straight route to his destination in order to go faster. The speed is in line with her, but the feel of the grass and soil under her feet confuses her.
How did this happen?
She had only gone to visit the apprentice gardener to gather information.
She found herself in a place with many tall trees, and the sun was shining through the trees. It's like being in a forest. I don't even know where I am anymore, or what direction I'm facing. But the boy, an apprentice gardener, goes straight ahead without hesitation. It's my own property, but I've learned that the apprentice gardener knows much more about gardens than Ludia.

Where are you going, ......?

"We're almost there.

When I asked impatiently, he replied. I asked him impatiently and he replied, "We'll be there soon." His eyes, looking in the direction of travel, were filled with joy. If you're not sure what you're looking for, you can always ask for help.
She was so confused that she forgot to notice the hand that had been holding hers. She feels strangely embarrassed when she notices it and wants to let it go, but she knows that if she lets it go now, she will be lost, so she resists the urge.
When I become aware of it, my eyes are drawn to the hand that is connected. I understand what you mean when you say that I am different from myself when I look at it this way. The skin that has been exposed to the sun is a shade whiter from the wrists down, where she usually wears her military gloves, but Ludia's skin is much whiter. Her skin is not smooth, but rugged. My own father was larger and had a more solid frame, but his skin was much smoother to the touch.

It's such a difference. ......

He grasped it with a gentleness that he could afford to pay, though he could have used more force. He can choose to follow without forcing Ludia. This is what I find cunning.
As she wonders if she should squeeze his hand back, she lets out a small sigh.
The gardener's apprentice, unaware of Ludia's condition, turns and calls out to her.

You can get there by going through here.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to try.

He urged me to go through a small gap in the shrubbery that was used as a hedge. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. But when she saw him with his eyes shining, wanting to show her, she couldn't resist folding her parasol and diving with him.
As we dove through the hedge, which was a little taller than we were, the glare of the sunlight hit us and we were forced to shut our eyes. While I was meditating, I felt a hint of sadness that the warmth had left my right hand.
I felt the back of my eyelids adjust to the glare and gently lifted them.
There was a boy holding out his hands in the sun.

"This is mine.

He declares with a big smile on his face.
Lydia's eyes are filled with a sense of dumbfounded confusion. What Ludia saw was just a square with grass around a small fountain with a stone statue of an owl. It was so large that it was hard to say whether it was a square or not, and an adult could walk a dozen steps from the fountain to the hedge. Surrounded by forest-like trees and hedges, sunlight shone only around the fountain, making it look like it was hollowed out from above.
I know it's sunny, but there's nothing here. Except for a fountain, the place is barely furnished. I don't understand his intentions in showing it to me so happily. To begin with, this place is supposed to be on our property.

What ......?

"My father said I could practice here!

Ludia asked, and the apprentice gardener began to explain excitedly.

My father and grandfather used to practice here when they were apprentices!　They allowed me to use it too!

In other words, this is where the Baumgartner family has been practicing landscaping for generations. It seems that the Baumgartners have been practicing landscaping for generations, and they are inexplicably happy to be able to make their own garden.

"There's something I want to try, and I'm going to buy some seeds with the money I've been saving.

I'm going to buy some seeds with the money I've been saving." He is looking around with a glint in his eye, as if he is planning what to do with this empty space.

You can tell me about it at ......?

Oh.

Noblemen don't usually venture into places where there are no roads. Ludia herself had no idea that such a place existed unless he had invited her. The Baumgärtner family had built a study area on their property without the permission of the head of the Ernst family.
When the apprentice gardener realized that he had revealed the secret of the Baumgartners to the Ernsts, he froze.
Watching the apprentice gardener freeze for a while, Ludia reinserted the closed parasol. He reacted, and when he came close to her, he bent down and clasped his hands together in front of him at eye level.

"Please, Miss, don't tell anyone!

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Thank you, Miss!

I'm not sure what to say.

"Because I wanted to show you .......

When I pointed out his carelessness, he said such a thing with honest remorse. For the apprentice gardener, it was a pure act, no different from wanting to show a friend the secret base he had found.

"......!

You can find a lot more than just a few things that you can do with your time. He thought it was anger and lowered his eyebrows even more. And when he noticed the leaves on the skirt of her dress, he got down on one knee and apologetically took them off.



"I'm sorry, ......, but this isn't funny to your daughter, .......

I'm sorry, ......, it's no fun for your daughter. ......, what is it now?

In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the most effective way to get the most out of your home. In response to the voice, the apprentice gardener looked up.

The apprentice gardener looked up in response to the voice: "Zak is going to change this nondescript garden, isn't he?　Then make it the kind of garden I like.

In response to Ludia's words, the apprentice gardener smiles this sunny smile.

"Yes!　I'll make a nice garden for you to look forward to.

Even though she was in the shade under a parasol, she felt dazzled and turned her head away from him.

It's really the best birthday present I've ever received.

The apprentice gardener, who had regained his energy and resumed raking leaves, muttered, and this time Lydia froze.
She slowly looks back at him, sinking into a sinking feeling of joy that the wait was worth it. Her expression tightens in surprise.

What did you just say? ......

What?　So, since I became an apprentice, my dad only gave me the money late ...... because he wanted to see the results of my work.

That's not it!　When was your birthday?

"May, but ......?

The apprentice gardener tilted his head curiously. He doesn't understand why Lydia is shouting at him.
It was over a month ago. Lydia is annoyed that he really doesn't know how to answer her questions. Now she has to give him something more.
She resisted the urge to slap him by squeezing the handle of her parasol.

"...... What would make Zaku happy?

What, suddenly?

Just answer the question!

Uh... Let's see, .......

Under the pressure of Ludia's spirit, the apprentice gardener thought about answering as he was told. After a few beats of pondering, the answer came.

I'd be happy if she smiled.

The gardener's apprentice smiles frankly and frankly.

"What?　That's not what I meant.

The answer was completely different from what she was expecting, and she turned red with anger. I'd like you not to suddenly say something misguided and surprising.

I'm not sure what to say. What would make you happy ......?

I asked you what would make you happy!　Answer me with something!

As Ludia, I asked a straightforward question. She didn't expect that she would be asked a different question and have to explain the meaning.
The apprentice gardener, who looked back at Lydia with dismay as she breathed on his shoulder, understood her intentions. He smiled, both funny and kind.

You don't have to worry about me.

I do.

The apprentice gardener's smile deepens as he watches Lydia peel away.

It's all right, you've already got it.

I have nothing to ......

I haven't been able to give him anything that would make him happy. That's why I came to see you today. What do you mean he already got it?

"That letterhead. I was so happy.

The only thing she ever wrote with her own hand.

"My treasure.

He says it's important to him, even though he didn't mean it.
I thought I was too different to give him anything. I thought I couldn't give anything to him because he was too different from me. He was cunning enough to simply say, "That's not true. I feel like I'm the only one who's getting anything.
My cheeks are hot. I'm sure it's because I'm frustrated with him.
Words fail me as my emotions rise, and silence falls. I wonder how I look to him who smiles at me so gently.
I search for words, trying to find something to say. And then I find the words I've been failing to give.

"Happy birthday to ....... Zaku.

Thank you. Thanks, girl.

I wonder if I was smiling well.
I wondered if I had smiled well, even if I had failed. The apprentice gardener gave him a smile that made him think so.