"By the way, Miss, there was an urgent letter delivered from the post station just now, and I noticed the sender's name is—"
Before Elifit could say "Colin," the letter in her hand was snatched away by a mere shadow, followed by a startled exclamation.
"It's a reply from Colin! By Saint Sis, Elifit, why didn't you bring it out earlier?! Do you know how long I've been waiting for it?"
"I... took it out the moment you walked in."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Looking at the innocent blinking of Miss Ophelia, Elifit made a helpless expression and went over to gather the scattered letter and feather pen she had left behind impulsively.
At this moment, Ophelia couldn't be bothered with such minor details of etiquette.
She hadn't even changed her clothes, and she threw herself directly onto the soft bed in the bedroom, hugging the envelope as she rolled around in the velvet blankets, then took a light sniff of the intoxicating fragrance.
It was the cold scent of cedar wood—
