Chapter 76: A Big Haul

"Ian! Ian!"

Hana's voice sliced through the tranquil silence of the garden as she sprinted toward him. Ian, engrossed in meticulously pruning the Gula sprouts, swiveled around. She skidded to a halt before him, breathless, and thrust a letter at him. It bore no seal, but the heavy, cream-colored paper practically reeked of wealth.

"A letter from Mereloff!"

"Oh. Interesting."

Ian carefully removed his gardening gloves and accepted the letter. Definitely not from the Count himself… In that case, there's only one person in that drafty old house who'd be holding a pen.

"It has to be the steward."

"What? Not the Count?"

"No seal. Can't be him. If the Count had deigned to write, he wouldn't have entrusted it to a mere servant." He would have marched to the front gate himself, demanding Ian receive it personally—a pointed reminder of their respective stations, of course.