Chapter : 62
The Marquis let out a deep sigh.
“That damned brat. When she married me, she said her family didn’t matter at all…”
Ah ha.
I immediately understood what the Marquis meant.
The Marquis has two children.
And her husband, at least for the moment, was technically a noble.
“So if they start talking about heirs…”
“The lawyer said that since there are two children, each side would take one to raise.”
“That’s right. Divorce among nobles is rare, and succession is a serious family matter, so the lawyer said one child would have to be given up.”
“But of course, the Marquis cannot possibly give in.”
“Of course not!”
The moment the topic of the children came up, her emotions flared.
The Marquis clenched her fist and slammed it onto the table.
“I can’t leave my children with that fraud! I must raise both of them myself…!”
“But you don’t have proof that your husband is such a fraud. If you’re careless, you could lose both the children and your business.”
“Ha… I tried to overwhelm him with my status, but it was useless. That damned Mage Tower is protecting him. The judge handling the divorce said it would be a tough fight without solid physical evidence.”
For the sake of the children, we needed to resolve this quickly…!
I glanced at her for a moment, then shook the bell on the table.
Elin, who had been waiting for my signal, entered the office.
“You called, Miss Eani?”
“Bring me ‘that.’”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As Elin left, the Marquis furrowed her brows slightly.
“I was being honest with you, and now… what are you thinking?”
“I have something I really want to show you~.”
At my words, the Marquis slightly frowned.
Elin came back and placed what I had asked for on the table, then left.
The Marquis tilted her head, staring at the object.
“This is… a magical mailbox?”
Why did she bring this?
I smiled faintly at her question.
“Now, Marquis~! I’m going to show you something fun~.”
I placed a piece of paper with a simple star drawn on it into the mailbox on the table.
“I’m going to send this paper to the mailbox on that desk over there.”
I closed the lid of the table mailbox and pressed the send button as if it were second nature.
When I opened the lid again, the mailbox was empty.
I used telekinesis to open the desk mailbox.
The paper with the star had been successfully sent and was now inside.
“What’s so fun about this? It’s just sending a letter through a magical mailbox.”
“The fun starts now~!”
I cast a new magical formula on the table mailbox.
Since I had been practicing this recently, the spell flowed smoothly.
Then…
“No…?”
A paper appeared smoothly in the previously empty mailbox.
It was the very paper I had drawn the star on.
The Marquis’s eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at the desk mailbox.
There, too, the paper I had just sent remained inside.
“What…?”
She alternated her gaze between the table mailbox and the desk mailbox.
I cast the magic over the table mailbox once more.
Another paper with the star appeared.
“Ta-da~.”
“Ah!”
When I showed her once more, the Marquis immediately understood what I was doing.
She picked up the paper with the star from the table mailbox and her lips curled into a small smile.
“You can ‘restore’ letters that were sent through a magical mailbox?”
I nodded brightly in response.
“Yes~. As long as you have that mailbox, you can restore all the letters that were exchanged~.”
“This…! This is revolutionary!”
Clearly shocked, the Marquis jumped up from her seat.
“I’ve maintained good relationships with many wizards, but I’ve never heard of magic like this before!”
That makes sense.
Because this was one of the formulas I carefully selected from the Sun Wizard’s hut.
‘A kind of magical forensics,’ you could say.
Originally, the Sun Wizard had developed this formula to restore teleported objects.
Though it was too difficult to fully complete and remained unfinished…
‘But the moment I saw this unfinished formula, I thought of applying it to the magical mailbox to restore letters.’
Even unfinished, it seemed sufficient to restore paper, and the magical mailbox was a magical tool that used teleportation to exchange letters!
‘So I carefully brought it along, and here it is in use~.’
The magical mailbox functioned much like a cellphone.
It allowed secure, real-time communication over long distances. Surely, the Marquis’s husband and the Mage Tower also frequently communicated through it.
“Unfortunately, only letters from the past three years can be restored. But that should be more than enough to gather evidence of fraud~?”
At my words, the Marquis examined the paper with the star, still in disbelief.
“This can’t be… this isn’t some kind of trick, is it?”
She muttered quietly.
To reassure her, I stood and went over to the desk mailbox.
“The table mailbox the maid brought is just my experimental one, so there’s nothing to restore there. But this mailbox has been in regular use, so we can restore quite a lot~.”
“Could it be…?”
“I understand that after being deceived by someone you trusted, it’s hard to believe me. So, to earn your trust, I’ll show you one final experiment.”
I reached for the desk mailbox I had been using and resumed the magical forensics.
Suddenly, a new letter appeared in the previously empty mailbox.
“I restored a letter randomly from the past. Come and check it.”
The Marquis hesitated briefly, then came over.
Without checking the recipient, she opened the envelope and looked inside.
Soon…
“…Ugh, I’ve just learned utterly useless information in my life.”
She scowled, grimaced, and checked the envelope again.
Inside, the sender’s name was written in elegant handwriting.
“Hathun Seind”
“I didn’t think the Marquis of Seind could write something so romantic.”
The Marquis, looking as if her eyes had rolled, tossed the letter onto my desk.
I peeked at the letter she had been holding.
**“My beloved Eani,
Today the capital is extraordinarily sunny.
Seeing the garden of the verdant Duke’s mansion reminded me of you.
The warm sunlight settled just like your hair, and the swaying leaves resemble your eyes.
And the shadow beneath it will always accompany that light. I envy it a little.
.
.
.
I always miss you. I await the day we meet again soon.
I want to become the shadow that never leaves beneath your refreshing presence. Yours, Hathun.”**
“Oh my~. I see it every day now, so I’m used to it, but I guess it must have been quite a shock for the Marquis~?”
Even if other letters were restored, I think her reaction would have been the same.
Because that mailbox isn’t for work—it’s a romantic mailbox for exchanging letters with Hathun~.
‘And I haven’t lied to the Marquis~?’
Rather, I just revealed more of my private life than my work~.
Seeing Hathun’s letters seemed to calm the Marquis, whose expression had been like she’d been doused in cold water.
“I see now that the Marquis of Seind truly cares for you. Among gossipers, people were betting on whether you two would really marry, so now I can confidently attend.”
“Oh, I want to participate too. If there’s a good game, be sure to tell me~.”
I couldn’t skip a wager with money involved~.
The Marquis looked at me with a slightly exasperated expression.
I smiled, ignoring her familiar gaze.
“Now, do you have a sense of how I might be able to help you?”
“!”
“The magical mailbox your husband used… you can bring it to me, right?”
At my question, the Marquis smiled brightly for the first time.
“Of course. I bought it in the first place, after all.”
