44 What about the little match girl?

Because there are many nobles gathered in Atel City and with Duchess Fina protecting it, the quality of life of the civilians here has also been raised by the consumption level of the nobles.

In addition, there are not many entertainment items on weekdays. So whether it's the nobles or the civilians in Atel City, most of them would habitually buy a cheap newspaper every day.

Precisely because of this, even if the response to "Cinderella" is good enough, the newspaper might not sell too many more copies. But they are still willing to give Lane one-tenth of the profit. It can be seen how much the person in charge likes this fairy tale.

Lane nodded: "Next time you go, thank that person in charge for me. As for the meeting, it might be difficult in a short time."

"I understand. I replied to him like that at that time."

Darrie smiled and said: "Regarding the signature, because I thought Mr. Lane might not want to use his real name, I took the liberty of giving Mr. Lane one."

"What signature?"

Lane couldn't help but ask.

At the same time, Lane couldn't help sighing in his heart about Darrie's thoughtfulness.

Many things that might need to be dealt with four or five times were all considered and completely solved by Darrie at once.

Even though they have only been together for a few days, Lane feels as if Darrie has seen through him.

Is this also one of the talents of an excellent maid?

"Black Butler."

Daisy still had a smiling expression.

Lane: "..."

Well, these two words together are simple and yet a little strange, but they do fit Lane's identity.

Well, anyway, as long as it's not his real name, anything is fine.

Soon, lunch was ready. After loading the dishes, Lane and Darrie brought them to the dining table together.

Nanali had already sat at the dining table early. Lane raised his head and shouted towards Nanali's room:

"Ivette, it's time to eat!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of Nanali's room was opened and Ivette came out of the room.

Although Ivette was resting in Nanali's room, she didn't fall asleep. Instead, while resting, she kept recalling and consolidating in her heart the method of successfully summoning the flame for the last time. There was also a small part of the reason that Ivette was very looking forward to Lane's lunch...

Ivette hasn't had such an emotion of looking forward to every meal for a long time. It's not that Ivette is precocious, but that Ivette is too easily satisfied when it comes to food. As long as her stomach is full, it's okay.

But after having Lane's meal last night, when Ivette ate the breakfast made by her own attendant this morning, she found it tasted like chewing wax...

To put it simply, Lane raised Ivette's taste with just one meal.

Coming to the dining table, Ivette sat opposite Nanali. After nodding to each other with Nanali, she started to prepare to eat.

Lane handed chopsticks to Nanali and then handed a knife and fork to Ivette.

But Ivette didn't take the knife and fork but said to Lane:

"Sorry, Master, can I use chopsticks too?"

"Oh, sure."

Lane nodded and replaced Ivette's knife and fork with chopsticks.

Ivette took the chopsticks, skillfully set the posture, and smoothly picked up the dishes. Her movements were even a little more skilled than Nanali who had practiced hard yesterday.

Seeing this, Lane couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

By the way, Ivette took a pair of chopsticks from him yesterday. Could it be that she practiced secretly at home?

Thinking of this, Lane couldn't help feeling a little amused.

Ivette's character of not willing to admit defeat is quite cute.

After taking a bite of the dish, Ivette took a sip of the soup Lane cooked with a spoon. As the soup went down her throat, Ivette's eyes slightly brightened, and her still somewhat dizzy head immediately became much clearer.

As for the taste, Ivette really couldn't tell for a moment. There were some familiar tastes, but they seemed to be neutralized by other tastes.

Anyway, it was very delicious!

After drinking the soup, Nanali's eyes also slightly brightened, and the frequency of using the spoon increased significantly at a glance.

Spoon after spoon, the soup bowl quickly bottomed out, and the food on the plate was also eaten up completely.

The two little girls couldn't uphold the elegant etiquette of nobles anymore. They slumped on the chairs and began to rub their small bellies, and their bodies could hardly straighten up.

It seemed that too much lunch was accidentally made today...

Lane twitched his mouth. He felt that the swordsmanship practice in the afternoon would have to be postponed for a while. The two little ones needed to digest well.

Taking the tableware into the kitchen, when Lane and Darrie were washing the dishes together, a small head peeked out from the kitchen door charmingly.

Lane noticed that small head and said:

"Daisy, what's wrong?"

Lane suddenly realized that he seemed not to have seen Daisy much this morning.

Daisy lowered her head, walked into the kitchen silently, and was holding a piece of paper in her hand. On the paper was the story Lane wrote in the morning, "Little Red Riding Hood".

Seeing Daisy's low mood, Lane wiped his hands and came to Daisy: "Don't you like today's story?"

"No... No!"

Daisy quickly shook her head: "I also like the story Mr. Lane wrote today! But... But..."

"But what?" Daisy raised the paper in her hand:

"Although Cinderella's life was very tragic, she had the help of birds and married the prince. The two sisters who bullied her also suffered the due consequences; Little Red Riding Hood had a grandmother who loved her. Although the grandmother was swallowed by the big bad wolf in the end, with the help of the hunter, the big bad wolf died, and Little Red Riding Hood and the grandmother were all safe and sound. But...

What about the little match girl?"

Lane was stunned for a moment.

Daisy continued: "The life of that little match girl was also very tragic. But there were no birds to help her. Her beloved grandmother passed away. There was no hunter to help her. In the end, she froze to death on the street. The father who beat her did not receive the due punishment...

Why was that little match girl so tragic?"

Lane opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.

In fact, Lane really wanted to tell Daisy that the little match girl should actually be the current situation of the vast majority of those in tragic situations. There weren't so many birds and hunters in the world willing to lend a helping hand to the tragic ones.

But when facing Daisy's pure gaze, Lane found that he couldn't speak.

She's already fourteen years old. How could she still be so naive...

In the end, Daisy didn't get a reply from Lane either and had to leave silently by herself.

Lane looked at Darrie, and Darrie shrugged like Lane:

"After reading the Little Red Riding Hood you wrote today, Daisy became like this. She also asked me the same question, and I didn't know how to reply either..."