Point Of Viewer Eliana
"Hohoho, thank you so much for sending it, kid," an old lady said to me. She stood at the door of her house, looking at the letter I had just given her with a gentle gaze. I could see her face full of wrinkles, her hair white with gray hair sticking out, and her thin body, while holding a wooden stick as an aid to walking.
When I saw the pink aura emanating from her body, indicating that the old lady was very happy, I suddenly found myself wishing I could live a life like hers. Living happily until the end of my life.
"You're welcome, ma'am. I will be leaving. May your day become brighter," I replied gently and politely.
The grandmother gave a small nod and smiled in response to my words, "Yes, see you soon."
After that, I turned around and left. While walking, I took a piece of paper and a pen from my bag. The paper contained a list of mailing addresses and the names of the recipients of the letters I had to send out today.
"Bella Wellich," I muttered to myself as I crossed out someone's name on the address list.
Then, I tried to count the names that hadn't been smeared yet. After I counted, I still have 24 letters to send. The weather today is very hot, the sun is so strong. Sweat drips down from my skin, and my shirt is soaked with sweat.
"Haah, it feels so uncomfortable," I complained as I wiped the sweat from my face.
"I wish I could finish this delivery quickly," I added quietly.
I checked the list of addresses I had to deliver again, and there were two names with the same address, "Holland Sandhy" and "Charles Bonetha," I called out as I read the two names.
The last name I mentioned felt so familiar, but I couldn't remember it clearly. Maybe it was my poor memory.
I rolled up the piece of paper and placed it in my bag. Then, I walked over to the bike I had left by the side of the road. Carefully, I got on it and started pedaling, turning the bike's wheels.
The bicycle I was using belonged to the post office and was typically used for deliveries. I had previously mentioned a name that felt familiar to me, "Charles." Although I couldn't recall it clearly, the name kept echoing in my mind like a lost memory somewhere in my recollection.
As I cycled through the hot and dusty streets, I continued to turn that name over in my mind. There was an oddity about this, as if someone or something was trying to rekindle a long-forgotten memory. While pedaling my bike, I tried to delve deeper into my recollection.
However, before I could take the next step, something unexpected happened. Midway through the journey, my bicycle suddenly experienced a malfunction, and I was forced to stop. The sun was still scorching, and I felt extremely hot.
I got off my bike and tried to see what had happened. It turned out that my bike's chain had come loose. I awkwardly attempted to fix it, but it seemed like I couldn't continue my journey with this damaged bicycle.
I felt frustrated as I had to walk to complete the mail delivery. Meanwhile, time was ticking, and I still had many letters to send.
Suddenly, I heard approaching footsteps from behind. When I turned around, I saw a man who appeared to be in his twenties, with hair as black as the night and beautiful ruby-red eyes. He was wearing an expensive-looking white shirt.
He smiled gently at me, "Need some help?"
"Ah, sir customer?!" I exclaimed in surprise, unintentionally raising my voice. The man in front of me was the same man I had served last night, and seeing him again here left me in awe. I had thought we wouldn't meet again.
"Just call me Charles," the man said softly and with dignity.
I nodded in understanding. Suddenly, the name of today's letter recipient came to mind. The name was Charles Bonetha. Hesitantly, I asked, "Is your name by any chance Charles Bonetha?"
"Correct. How do you know my last name?" He asked me with a suspicious look.
His suspicious gaze made me uncomfortable. Quickly, I retrieved the letter from my bag and handed it to him, "I just guessed it because the recipient's name here is similar to yours."
Slowly, his hand took the letter I handed him, and his gaze was no longer filled with suspicion. He opened the brown envelope protecting the letter, took out its contents, and read it carefully. I could see Charles' eyes moving as he read.
When he finished reading the letter, he dropped it, and in an instant, the letter burned in the air. I was impressed to see it burn without the need for a lighter.
"Wow, is that magic?" I exclaimed in amazement after seeing the letter turn to ashes on the ground.
"Indeed, is this the first time you've seen magic?" Charles asked.
"No, I've seen it a few times, but it's been a long time since I last witnessed magic because its usage is quite rare. Besides, I have a friend with a lot of mana in their body.I think he'll be a very good wizard in the future!" I said excitedly
Mana : The magic energy that each wizard will have
Charles smiled gently upon hearing my words. "That's interesting. How can you tell if your friend has a lot of mana?"
"That's because I can see it!"
"Oops," in a panic, I quickly covered my mouth, realizing that I had revealed a secret that I shouldn't have said, especially in front of a stranger I had just met last night.
'Oh my! Stupid, stupid! What did I just say?' I panicked and worried, cursing myself for that carelessness
Cautiously, I raised my face to look at the man. I could see him smiling mysteriously.
Kruukk..krukk
"Hiik!" In this tense situation, I was suddenly startled by the sound of my stomach churning. I lowered my head and looked down at my stomach that was rumbling with hunger.
'Ahh, how embarrassing,' I smiled awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't hear my stomach. Without daring to look directly at my interlocutor.
"Pffft, hahaha," Charles suddenly laughed lightly, while looking at my stomach. My embarrassment grew as he laughed at my stomach.
I turned my face away and smiled with a wry expression, "Don't laugh,"
"Sorry, sorry," Charles said, trying to stifle his laughter, "have you not eaten since last night?" he continued after stopping laughing.
I turned my face back to him, with a nonchalant attitude I replied,"Unfortunately, your guess is correct."
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then, I turned to my bike, looking at it for a long time to think of a way to fix it.
"I'll help you fix it," he suddenly spoke, approaching my bike, and quickly reattaching the loose chain.
I just watched closely without saying anything as he took the initiative to help with the chain.
"Done," he said briefly after fixing my bike's chain. He looked satisfied at the chain now in place. Then, he stood up and wiped his hands, which were covered in chain oil, with his handkerchief.
I blinked in disbelief, realizing that fixing a bike chain wasn't as difficult as I had imagined. With Charles's guidance, I felt confident that I could do it myself in the future.
"Thank you so much for helping me. So, take this," I extended my hand with 10 silver coins, offering payment for his assistance.
However, he gazed at the coins for a while and seemed hesitant to take them. "Is it not enough? I can add more," I said as I reached for a few more coins from my pocket.
Suddenly, Charles's hand gripped my wrist, preventing me from taking the coins. Confused, I looked at him. "Sir, don't you want the money?" I asked softly.
"I don't want your money. Instead, would you accompany me for lunch?" He had a gaze filled with kindness and warmth.
His offer made me smile, and I happily accepted. "Of course, I'd be delighted to join you for lunch," I replied with joy. For a moment, I felt a bit foolish for offering money to a nobleman who likely considered the amount quite small.
-To Be continue