Chapter 8

I clearly saw something called green lavender at <Bing.Hei.Son>.

What on earth is going on?

"Hinda. (Hilda.)"

"Yes, Miss."

"Chorosseu lavender ara? (Do you know green lavender?)"

"What is that?"

Sure enough, she doesn't know.

'Did Dahlia find it first and name it green lavender?'

Thinking about the description in the novel, it didn't feel that way at all.

I sighed.

The maids, who had been staring at me, cautiously spoke up.

"Um, Miss."

"Yes."

"You've been reading books for days. How about going out to play?"

Greta agreed with Hilda.

"Reading books all the time will make your head grow mold."

The maids' eyes were full of concern.

It seemed they felt very sorry for me, who had no friends and was locked up in my room.

Come to think of it, it's already been four days since I've been in the room.

I even ate in my room when I didn't need to read ancient languages.

'A bit suffocating.'

Maybe I should go out and get some fresh air.

"Going out is good."

"Of course. Greta, bring Miss's coat."

"Yes."

I put on my coat and went outside with Hilda and Greta.

Our destination was the walking path.

This huge Astra Castle has several walking paths and a greenhouse in addition to the garden.

I hopped over the stones on the walking path.

"Doesn't your head feel clearer when you come outside?"

"Yep!"

The walking path recommended by the maids was serene.

This place is more secluded than others, so it doesn't seem to be artificially decorated.

There were also wildflowers growing naturally.

"It's cold, but there are many flowers."

"It's because of the magical tools. They have a magical effect that makes various flowers bloom even in winter."

"Pretty."

"Shall we make a flower crown? Wildflowers have soft stems, making them perfect for flower crowns."

I squatted down on one side of the walking path with the maids.

We picked flowers one by one to make a flower crown.

My hands are small, and my muscles haven't fully developed, so it took a long time to weave even one flower.

The maids watched me with great concentration, looking pleased.

"Who are you going to give it to, working so hard?"

"To Conrad."

"Miss, you really like Conrad, don't you?"

Of course. He's my precious information book.

So far, the only person I can trust in this castle is Conrad.

The maids are good people, but they have to follow the butler's orders.

The frequent visitor, Viscount Debussy, is one of my grandfather's people.

"Adding cherry blossoms would be pretty too."

Greta picked a flower from a tree. Then Hilda said,

"That's not a cherry blossom, it's an apricot blossom. This is an apricot tree."

"Oh..."

Greta rubbed her hands on her apron, looking embarrassed.

I took the flower from Greta's hand.

"Apricot blossoms and cherry blossoms look similar. I get them confused."

"R, really?"

"Yep!"

There's really no need to be embarrassed.

'They look so similar... Wait a minute.'

With wide eyes, I jumped up.

Hilda and Greta, who had been squatting, looked at me.

"Miss?"

"I need to go back to my room."

"Aren't you going to give the flower crown to Conrad?"

"Hinda will give it! (Hilda will give it!)"

Then I hurried back to my room.

'It wasn't lavender.'

There are flowers that are hard to distinguish, like apricot blossoms and cherry blossoms.

Lavender and lily of the valley are like that.

To Dahlia, lily of the valley probably looked like lavender. They really do look very similar.

'It's not green lavender, it's green lily of the valley!'

I opened the plant encyclopedia.

I quickly flipped through the pages to find the section on lily of the valley.

<Lily of the Valley>

Family: Asparagaceae. The flowers look similar to lavender and grow well in dry shade. Very rarely, the flower buds can bloom green.