Chapter 320
Chapter 320
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Relaxed Days in Bosco
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Life in Bosco was truly, truly peaceful— the kind of quiet, uneventful calm that suited the phrase perfectly.
It was a rural countryside, after all, and compared to the southern cities or the Rose Earldom, the difference was stark. It was only natural that we felt so comfortable in this little village.
Just spending time casually with Rozalin, enjoying intimate moments together, going to bed early for dinner, and waking up late in the morning—that was our routine.
“Mother... Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, did my daughter sleep well?”
“Uuuugh... Y-yeah, I slept well. I’d love to sleep more, but if I do, I really won’t be able to get up.”
“Sigh... You’re right. Shall we get up now?”
Today was just another day like that.
Ever since I was little, I’d spent my days investing most of my time in work, cutting back quite a bit on rest. But lounging around this relaxed was starting to change my mind a little.
This kind of life... it’s surprisingly nice.
When we return to the earldom... I probably won’t go back to working like a maniac, right?
In fact, that insane schedule was a mistake from the start.
I should scout out some retainers to work for me... find suitable talent to handle things under me and lighten my load. That’s definitely the way to go.
Yeah, I’ve been way too busy up until now.
“What should we have for breakfast?”
“No idea. What would you like, Mother? Sandwiches like yesterday?”
“Doesn’t all that sandwich make you a bit sick of it? I’d rather make something proper.”
“How about we go out to eat, then?”
“Shall we? It’s definitely tastier than what I make.”
Rozalin smiled warmly at my words, but personally, her cooking was pretty good.
Of course, it wasn’t at the level of being amazingly delicious.
I just loved that she was making it for me.
The taste itself wasn’t extraordinarily great, but the fact that Rozalin was cooking for me made it plenty enjoyable.
I’d love to cook for her too, but my skills are seriously lacking.
“Ugh... Shall we get up now?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
“What should we do today? Go for a walk outside? Or hit up some more cafes?”
“That sounds good. Let’s eat breakfast first and decide slowly.”
“Yes, Mother.”
We chatted like that as we finally got out of bed.
I had no idea what we’d do today... but since we were just here to relax, that was fine.
No need to think about anything in particular—just spend cozy time with Rozalin.
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My Rozalin has always had quite girlish tastes, even back then.
Unlike how she often lamented her age, her preferences were way more girly than mine.
They might even be girlier than Ivana’s, who’s my age.
Is that why?
“Camellia, look at that.”
“It’s a cat?”
“Hehe, right? We didn’t see animals often while living in Leonhardt, but here they’re everywhere. Isn’t it fascinating?”
That must be it.
While strolling slowly through the village, she was watching the cat we came across... extremely intently.
It wasn’t even particularly cute—just your average stray village cat—but Rozalin seemed to like even that.
Her gaze on the yellowish-orange cat—often called tabby—was full of delight.
Thinking back, Rozalin has always loved cute things.
That must be part of why she took a liking to me as a child, dragging me out to change clothes and buy new outfits all the time.
Unlike how I bought her jeweled accessories, she enjoyed seeing me in various dresses from my childhood.
“Mother.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“Want to go look at some clothes? It won’t be as good as the capital’s shops, but we don’t have anything else to do. How about it?”
“Clothes all of a sudden? Are the ones you brought not enough? I washed them clean.”
“I just want to go on a date with you, Mother. Is that no good?”
Memories of the past came to mind, and I wanted to pull her gaze back from that cat she was still staring at.
I felt ridiculous getting jealous of a cat, but what could I do.
Rozalin accepted my suggestion readily, and we ended up at a decent clothing store in the village.
The quality was probably lower than in the capital or southern cities, sure.
But it sold clothes mostly for commoner women, which made it convenient in its own way—not bad at all.
When I was little... I hated wearing women’s clothes so much.
Before Rozalin came along, I despised skirts and such, even trying to wear commoner outfits.
Of course, I eventually got used to it over time, but I remembered how restrictive the movement was.
And anyway, these weren’t clothes I’d wear long-term.
They’d be perfect as mementos of this countryside trip with Rozalin.
“Oh, Camellia. How about this one? It’d look cute on you.”
“Should I try it on?”
On top of that, Rozalin still loved seeing me try on different outfits.
She spotted a plain dress commoners often wore and lit up with a joyful expression.
She’d been thrilled even when I wore that ill-fitting maid outfit to tease Lize last time.
How could she not enjoy a store full of clothes we wouldn’t normally wear?
Even without me saying anything, she’d surely suggest I try some on soon.
“Sure, try it on? The size... the hem might drag a bit, but it’s bigger than your usual. Your chest will have plenty of room.”
“Yes, I’ll try it on.”
“Hehe...”
So today, I decided to indulge my mother as she wished.
I changed into the outfit she picked, then another, delighting Rozalin.
Truth be told... aside from her good taste in selecting them, the chest areas were always too tight and uncomfortable.
But seeing her smile at my appearance made even that discomfort feel rewarding.
Of course, after buying a few pieces... I changed back into my comfortable regular clothes?
“Phew... Wasn’t today fun?”
“Yeah, it was. Tomorrow we could check out the other shops in the village. We’ve just been admiring nature since coming to Bosco.”
After spending the day like that with Rozalin, we returned to our lodging.
The small house by the river.
Perfect size for two or three people to live cozily.
“Phew... Camellia.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Rozalin, changed back and lounging on the living room sofa, called me with eyes still brimming with joy.
Joyful, yes, but with a hint of fatigue.
Was it from wandering around outside all day?
“Shall we drink that liquor we bought yesterday?”
“Liquor?”
“Yeah, the one from yesterday. I feel like having some. Thinking about it, I haven’t had a drop since we got to Bosco.”
“You’re right...”
We hadn’t touched alcohol at all, insisting on pure rest.
Sure, you can relax with a drink too.
But for the past few days, we’d spent sunny days leisurely outdoors.
And gone to bed early once the sun set.
“Yes, let’s have some today. We’ve been resting too healthily lately. It’ll be nice to have a drink after so long.”
“Hehe, and for dinner, how about pasta and some grilled cheese?”
“Anything you make is delicious, Mother. I love whatever you cook.”
“Hehe, really? You’ve been great at flattery since you were little.”
“It’s sincere—the food’s that good. I’ve never scrunched my nose while eating yours. Always cleaned my plate.”
“That’s true, but compared to the family chefs, it’s lacking, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think cooking is just about taste. Sure, taste matters, but once it’s decent, the real key is the heart behind it.”
“Oh my.”
“Well... in business, taste would obviously be way more crucial. But that’s not the case with you, Mother.”
Anything from Rozalin was wonderful.
Not just the cooking we were talking about—her gifts, her words, her actions... every little thing brought me joy.
Ah, of course, not just Rozalin—everything my other lovers did for me and gave me felt wonderful too?