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Your lady, you've been locked in your room all this time. As she does not show her face on the farm, several words about the lady go back and forth between the servants. Of course, they know that if they are caught, they will be punished, but in places where the king cannot hear you, you curse the king.
He used to hear from his lady in his spare time while working.
Most of the stories about the lady are bad stories.
What he heard the most was that the lady looked terribly ugly. Once upon a time, she was a pretty girl when she got married, but as she got older, they couldn't look at her. They said that due to lack of sunlight, her skin was as pale as a corpse and her slim body was like that of an old woman.
He wondered if it was possible, but the attitude of the servants who worked in the castle gave confidence to the delusions of the servants.
Whenever they meet, they usually say that the lady was jealous of the maid and that's why she hit her. They also said that she was to find fault with the cute maid's appearance and she wore expensive clothes because they had no choice but to hide the flaws on her face.
As servants who worked outside the castle, they couldn't see the mistress, and the maids who were actually scolded by the mistress and left the castle, claimed that what the servants said was true.
But the real lady he met was not like that at all.
Her skin was as transparent and smooth as a piece of ice, and the noble jade-colored fabric that she could never afford, suited the lady surprisingly well. She was skinny, but not like an old woman. Her smooth skin was white without any blemishes as if it had been made by melting candle wax.
Instead of being jealous of the maids who said they were pretty, she was a person who could make them feel inferior!
It was just weak. Her slow gestures were helpless, but her vitality abounded from the sparkling light green eyes. The moment Mrs. Ella stared at the candle she carved, the world stopped. It was as if only he and the lady existed.
How can such a beautiful and noble person like the pieces that he carves with all his heart?!
It was a really nice experience.
The lady liked his carving skills. And then she asked me to carve a candle for her room. She couldn't believe it.
Everyone at the candle factory said it was just a whim. They said it was just a joke, that he's making a lot of fuss about his candles now, but that was just a whim. They said that he should not wait long because tomorrow, like other nobles, he would completely forget about it, but he did not believe it.
The people around him have criticized his weak lady without excuses, and now he knows that the whispers around him are no different.
As she spent the day in such bewilderment, she curled up on a wooden plank bed with the moonlight streaming in through the window. He wanted to carve with the moonlight, but he couldn't receive it easily because the inventory control was strict. In particular, the wax candle the lady used was precious, and the butler handled it separately from her. He spent the night with his eyes open, praying that his wife would not forget him.
So he greeted the morning with anxiety and irritability. Uncle Jean clucked his tongue when he saw the dark shadows under his eyes, but he didn't say much. Breakfast, which he normally would have been looking forward to more than anything else, clogged his throat. When will he receive the call from the lady?
By noon, after breakfast, his face had paled. But before lunch, Uncle Jean called him. It was a message from the lady!
The butler handed her a wooden box containing wax candles and said that the lady wanted to use the candles she would carve tonight. So she even asked him to prioritize this over other things!
He nodded several times.
I was excited to carve candles. Since it was an order from his wife, no one bothered him. Aunt Susan, who said that her mistress would forget all about it, handed her a sweet potato as if she were embarrassed.
He was grateful for the sweet potato, but he didn't eat it right away. In the past, he would have simply peeled off the shell and popped it into his mouth, but now it was more important to move the razor just one more time.
He was able to make the most beautiful and perfect sculpture he has ever made. He handed the carved candle to the butler, but the butler looked at the sculpture and told him to follow him.
He followed the butler without knowing anything.
As he passed through several gates, the surroundings changed drastically, and people's clothes became better and better. After a long time, he was able to stand in front of a large gate. Only after the butler knocked on the door and said, "We have arrived, madam," did she know that he had come to the madam's room.
The butler pushed him into the room. He entered the lady's room with a wooden box with carved candles. His head was spinning and he couldn't think of anything. He couldn't even feel the lady's maid taking the box from her hand.
After looking around the sculpture, the lady smiled gently and said, "Well done, Nicholas." It was then that she was able to come back to her senses.
The lady's smile was so calm that it was hard to notice, like the moment when a flower has just opened its bud, but above all, it was a beautiful smile.
Besides, the lady even remembers her name! He was so surprised that he could not adequately answer the question of how and what he was carved with.
He stuttered under his breath, and the lady smiled once more and told him to answer slowly. How sweet it is!
Seeing his smile made her heart race. Until now, he had only thought of sculpting to bring out the goddess, but after meeting the lady, all he could think about was her. Every time her wife asks him to sculpt for her, his desire to sculpt for her, just for her, increases.
But not yet. She felt that his skills were not enough to sculpt the lady.
Until now, he had been squatting in a corner, but when they put a wooden chair in the corner of the candle workshop for him to sculpt with ease, it really changed his life.
How not to be excited? It's all thanks to the lady.
Now that he is favored by the lady, they do not speak loudly in front of him. But there are still many people who talk behind his back saying that the lady is not good, and that she is just a whim.
But he will never believe in that again.
Because the lady is a good person!
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