YOWV~29

~Chapter 29~

A very, very busy afternoon.

“Why do I have to write this when I’m about to die from being busy?”

Hayo.

I sighed, but didn’t mind that my fingers were turning slightly red as I kept moving the crayons diligently.

After all, I graduated from a vocational high school majoring in accounting in my previous life.

In PPTs, it’s common sense to use blue sea-themed designs to make things stand out and look pretty!

“Hayo. I’m busy, seriously. Suddenly I’m told to write a bucket list….”

Muttering under my breath, my quiet voice echoed faintly in the silent office.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to do it.”

“Nooo. Since the uncle told me to do it, I have to. By the way, why did you ask me to write a bucket list?”

I tried to put on a haughty expression and raised my head.

“It’s going up.”

“Mm-hm.”

“It’s going up. That’s going up.”

The uncle, who had been working, narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed at the corner of my mouth.

“Gasp!”

Startled, I closed my mouth tightly, and the cheeks that had been quietly resting puffed up like bread dough.

Then a long finger poked—pressed—my cheek.

“Ah! That scared me!”

I had been lying on the desk to write my bucket list, but I rolled over like a tumbleweed.

“Oops, my mistake.”

The uncle, trying to suppress his laughter, curled his lips and quickly turned his head, pretending to focus on work.

Is he really the ruler of the North? The so-called northern hero who pokes a five-year-old’s cheeks and runs away?

“Pfft… hahahaha!”

“…What?”

In the end, I burst into laughter and flailed my legs while going “wahahaha!”

“Hahaha! Sooo~ why am I writing a bucket list anyway~? Who is it for~? It’s not like you’re going to do anything for me~.”

I laughed so hard my pronunciation became very sloppy.

The uncle, letting out a small sigh while looking at me, flipped a sheet of paper and muttered as if speaking to himself.

“So that’s why. First you have to write everything down before I can do anything… If you just dawdle like this, well. Even if I want to give you something, I can’t.”

“Gulp.”

The person who was my guardian, my money source, my bread, water, bed, and god of survival said so.

If I write the bucket list, he would make my wishes come true.

“I’ll write it immediately!”

Yip.

I stood up at once, rolled up my sleeves, and switched to work mode.

‘Hmm. First…’

I randomly picked up a red crayon and started writing.

Downtown… go play….

Alone… shopping…

And then.

‘Surprise… gift….’

Done!

The bucket list I thought of so far was like this.

[Go to the downtown shopping district]

[Shop alone]

[Receive a surprise gift]

…

There were about 101 more items after this, but it’s too many, so I’ll skip them.

“Uncle! I’m done!”

“Then let’s take it out. I’ll stick it on the door of your bedroom.”

“Huh?”

I blinked in confusion.

Why would they embarrassingly stick this up?

“The servants and Knox asked. They want to help fulfill your bucket list.”

“……!”

My eyes shook like bells at the laughing answer.

Wait a moment.

I hurriedly rolled up the paper. Then I took out another sheet.

“Then I’ll make another one for external display!”

“What was the one you just finished?”

“The confidential one. I’ll only show it to you, uncle.”

Showing my 101 bucket list to the people of the duke’s residence was a little embarrassing.

Well, the uncle was my guardian, my money source, my bread, and so on.

After the public version of the bucket list was finished—

“Ehehe. I’ll go stick it on my bedroom door!”

Smiling brightly, I tiptoed, opened the office door, and carried the large paper scroll in my small hands.

The paper itself was light, but it was longer than my body, so I had to carry it on my shoulder.

In a typical childcare story, a doting father would probably help hold the paper.

But this wasn’t a childcare story.

The uncle glanced at me and then returned to his work. If it was something I could handle myself, he wouldn’t interfere and would focus on work.

‘He’s a real father figure.’

Very simple. Just my style.

While walking down the corridor with the light paper on my shoulder—

“Lady Aisha.”

Someone called me from behind.

I turned my head and saw Mai running toward me with a happy face.

“Hello!”

“Hello.”

Mai had started smiling much more after the apology incident.

Her first impression had been somewhat stiff, like a woman with many stories, which made me feel a little awkward.

Her quiet personality hadn’t changed, but every time our eyes met, she would smile gently or greet me warmly.

In other words, she had become so friendly that she would call me even when seeing only my back in the corridor.

“What is that paper?”

“This? This is my bucket list! I’m going to stick it on my bedroom door… Ah, I’m not doing it because I want to. It’s because the duke ordered me to.”

“Oh, so you’ve completed the bucket list. I’ve been waiting too.”

As if she already knew, Mai nodded and naturally took the paper, intending to carry it for me.

“Shall we go and stick it together then?”

“Ehe. Thank you.”

“Before that, I have something to give you.”

Mai, who had been hesitating, suddenly showed a somewhat shy smile.

Come to think of it, her right hand had been hidden behind her back.

“Compared to the dresses or accessories you will wear in the future, this is very simple and nothing special.”

And suddenly, a blue box appeared.

“Would you open it?”

“…?”

Taking the box somewhat clumsily, my little heart began beating like a drum.

The box was tied beautifully with a blue ribbon.

Carefully placing the box on the floor, I untied the ribbon and opened it—

“!”

Upon seeing the inside, my mouth naturally opened in a “he-” shape.

Inside the box was a neatly folded scarf.

The deep ocean blue and light sky blue threads were mixed, making it not monotonous but quite colorful.

In the center of the tightly woven scarf was the Crost family wolf emblem.

A gift?

Judging from the situation, it seemed to be a gift, but why would Mai give this to me?

“At that time, you mentioned that you liked blue.”

Mai spoke cautiously after observing my expression.

“The North’s weather is always cold. I made this scarf myself. How do you like it?”

“…You made it yourself?”

Oh my goodness.

“Yes.”

My voice trembled slightly as I asked again in disbelief.

“You made this blue scarf because I like blue? Then… is this mine?”

“Of course. Will you like it?”

Mai was nervously watching my expression, worried that I might be disappointed.

This is bad.

Mai had knitted a scarf while thinking of me.

A scarf that must have taken days!

“T–thank you….”

I bowed my head instinctively because I was too stunned.

Then Mai hurriedly corrected me, saying, “Lady, you shouldn’t bow to your subordinates.”

Oops. Sorry about that.

“…….”

I took out the scarf and immediately put it on.

My gift.

The scarf Mai made herself while thinking of me.

Thump-thump.

Less than a minute after writing my bucket list, one item had already been fulfilled.

A few days later.

“Lady. Did you catch a cold?”

Knox asked the surrounding maid while watching the girl running somewhere.

“No. She just likes wearing it. She received a scarf made by Lady Mai, and seems to really like it.”

“Hmm.”

Knox silently watched the back of the little lady as she trotted away.

She wasn’t the only one watching Aisha.

“Dandelion. Shouldn’t you take off the scarf? It’ll be hard to eat cake.”

During dessert time, Lucas spoke.

The girl sitting across from him stopped moving her fork.

“Oh, this?”

Her small face was almost hidden by the tightly wrapped scarf, with only her big eyes visible.

“I can eat just fine.”

But she tilted her head upward as if determined never to take off the scarf.

Then she opened her mouth wide and let the cake fall vertically into it.

“…….”

Lucas whispered to the maid, looking stunned by the bizarre sight.

“Why is Dandelion like that?”

“Well….”

Whisper whisper.

Thus, the rumor that Aisha received Mai’s gift spread quickly through the duke’s residence.

And as rumors go, they tend to become exaggerated as they spread.

“I heard that after receiving Lady Mai’s gift, Lady Aisha was so moved that she cried.”

“I heard Lady Aisha liked the scarf so much that she even slept wearing it?”

“I heard Lady Mai made the scarf after researching Lady Aisha’s preferences.”

Walking through the corridor.

During meals.

While changing clothes.

Depending on the situation, Calips, Lucas, and Knox thought the same thing.

‘Just because she received one scarf as a gift, is she that happy?’

And the next day.

At the family’s dinner table…