Today the atmosphere in the dining hall felt much more relaxed— perhaps because no one said a single word. That is, until I did:
"Mother, could you please have the carriage prepared for me?" I asked the Baroness just as she was about to leave after breakfast. "I wish to visit the town market to buy some supplies for my next artwork."
The Baroness She paused mid-step, her expression shifting slightly with hesitation before responding, "But dear, you're still recuperating. Should I have the servants fetch the supplies for you instead? I fear the carriage ride may be too much for your frail health."
I gave her a slow, understanding nod.
"Mother, I truly appreciate your concern, but the ride will hardly take an hour. Besides, a change of scenery might do wonders for my recovery."
Her eyes widened in surprise before softening, and she began nodding enthusiastically.
Did I say somethingwrong
Then, with a bright smile, she said, "Yes, dear, you must be so bored after being cooped up in your room all this time. You may go— but I'll have an escort knight accompany you for your protection. And when you return, we can take a walk in the garden together this evening. How does that sound?" Her eyes sparkled with expectation.
"Alright, Mother. See you then," I replied with my most polite smile, though I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something…
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As I settled into the carriage, I just felt one thing— comfort. Honestly, how is the seat this cushiony? And the backrest—it feels like I'm sinking into a cloud. I have to admit, being rich feels amazing, not that I ever doubted it. Still, the barony clearly spares no expense when it comes to luxury.
The journey was smooth, thanks to the barony's practical and well-planned infrastructure. The roads were better than I expected— well-paved, thoughtfully arranged, and flanked by neatly trimmed hedges and ornate lamp posts. A few kilometers from the manor, we passed through Wilson Borough, a residential area with refined architecture that could easily be mistaken for a small town. The walls some of stone and others of wood brought a different kind of charm to this old neighbourhood.
When we arrived at the market, the escort knight opened the carriage door for me. I stepped down with a nod of acknowledgment. He looked to be in his early forties—courtly, composed, and every bit the image of an honorable knight.
Still, I couldn't help but wonder—why is it him?
From Sebastian's memories, I recognized him as Sir Jasper, one of the Baron's highest-ranking knights. He wasn't someone Sebastian had interacted with often, which worked in my favor. Then again, Sebastian wasn't close with anyone. Still, less familiarity meant less chance of slipping up.
Thankfully, he was the quiet type, speaking only when necessary. That suited me perfectly.
The market was alive with color and sound. Looking around the market, I spotted a few familiar shops and bustling stalls. The scent of baked bread, roasted nuts, and fresh-cut flowers filled the air. I headed toward the bakery with the longest line.
After waiting there for a minute, I turned to Sir Jasper and said,"Excuse me, Sir Jasper, could you buy some sweets for me while I take a quick look around the market?" Lacing my voice with a touch of regret I continued, "Actually, I'd like to return to the manor as soon as possible— or else mother might begin to worry."
He hesitated, just for a moment, then gave a small bow, "Understood, Third Young Master. Please return here once your shopping is complete."
Phew. Thank goodness that worked. Things would've been far more difficult if he had insisted on staying close.
Now, onto my first mission: prepare a proper disguise.
I slipped quietly into a discreet little salon nestled between two large building. Drawing no attention I stepped through the door. The interior smelled faintly of flowers and light perfume. A small group of women chatted softly in one corner, while a stylist trimmed someone's hair near the back.
With my heavy robe and hood in place, I doubted anyone would recognize me. As expected, the other customers didn't spare me a second glance.
I approached the counter and lightly tapped the counter to attract the attention of the shop assistant who was so focused on filling some forms that she did not notice me.
" Oh yes.... sir," Finallynoticingme she began "how may I help you?"
Slightly altering my voice I replied,"Just get me a makeup kit, a brown wig and hair dye in four colors— black, brown, copper, and dark blonde."
She gave me a brief, questioning look, but returned with the items without comment. I paid swiftly, careful to keep my voice low and my face partially turned away, then tucked the receipt into my sleeve.
Back on the street, the scent of food drifted through the air again. I wandered into a secluded alleyway and began working. With practiced hands, I applied the makeup and adjusted the wig. Once satisfied with my disguise, I tucked the small bag of materials inside my robe and returned to the crowd, my eyes scanning the busy market.
Hm… that's one task down.
Now onto the next task— though this one might not be so easy.