I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

e too, me too.”

“I’ll do the same.”

The young maids, easily assimilated by their friend’s feelings, shed tears together.

Everyone present there was united in one heart.

* * *

When Yelena returned to her place, she found a letter in front of her.

The sender was Rosaline Max.

Yelena opened the letter after she sent everyone out of her room.

The contents were simple.

[This teacher is terribly curious about her disciple’s achievements.]

The letter ended with that one line, and at the bottom, there was a small postscript saying that she had reconciled with her husband and not to worry.

Yelena chuckled at the letter, which was very concise but clear-cut.

Rosaline used to be like this.

In fact, she talked a lot whenever we met, but due to her personality, if they were exchanging letters, the main body would rarely exceed two sentences.

Yelena went into the study with her friend’s letter and grabbed a pen.

After hesitating for a while, she wrote down the first sentence on a blank sheet of paper.

[Seems smooth.
Maybe.]

…Was that too timid?

Yelena was troubled by the words she wrote.

At that moment, the events at the dining room occupied Yelena’s mind.

Yelena crumpled the letter that she wrote, tossed it to one side of the desk, and then brought a new paper and moved the pen.

[Very smooth]

Good.
She mustered up the courage.

Somehow, with a pounding heart, Yelena continued the following sentence.

[Currently trying to move from step 3 to step 4.

I will never forget to thank my teacher for her guidance and will try my best at every moment.]

Yelena’s hand, which had been writing without difficulty until there, stopped again.

After a while, the stopped pen moved a little.

[…Also, I want to start the first phase of skinship.]

It’s finished.

After writing her reply, Yelena hurriedly sealed the letter as if she was afraid someone would see it and called a servant.

“Immediately send this to Countess Max.
If you lose it, you’ll be held responsible.”

“Oh, yes.
I understand, madam.”

It was rare for the duchess to utter threats.

The servant nervously took the letter and withdrew.

Yelena turned away from the retreating servant, her ears a little flushed.

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