# Chapter 47: 47
At the Marquis' estate they gave him a thick mattress with two layers of duvets to sleep on.
The duvets were filled only with soft duck feathers, so it felt like I was sleeping on clouds.
He felt no pain from the pressure of his bones against the hard wooden boards, and he did not feel like a piece of ham with his arms and legs tied while sleeping in a hammock. When I woke up among those quilts, they didn't turn into icy blankets that made some noise when they broke.
The soft sunlight filtering through the soft gauze curtains woke her up and the lavender-smelling feathers made her feel like she was embracing the light in that bed. I couldn't believe I could walk around like that in the morning...!
Radis decided.
—Even if I end up leaving the Marquisate, I will continue with my life, I'm sure! I have to buy wool mattresses and feather duvets…!
Radis opened the curtains and opened the window.
Drenched with dew and shining under a silvery glow, the garden was so beautiful that exclamations came naturally.
She stood against the window frame and enjoyed the fresh, fragrant morning air.
And its luxury did not end there.
—Mrs. Radis, are you awake?
She didn't know how, but when Radis woke up, the Marquisate's maids knew immediately and brought him some water to wash his face.
After washing her face with warm flower-scented water, she saw that breakfast was waiting for her.
Meals in the Marquisate.
Considering that, Radis somehow wanted to last at least two years there.
Brendon, the Marquisate's chef, was, in Radis' humble opinion, a genius.
When Radis had a cold, Brendon made her a dish that made her feel like she could get out of bed even if she was dying.
Lemon sorbet that glides smoothly down your throat, caramel pudding that melts on the tip of your tongue, baked apple pies with plenty of cinnamon.
When Brendon, who had a nice mustache, gave a generous splash of spiced caramel syrup to the pudding while saying that it was good for his cold, Radis heard an angelic, bell-like sound coming from above the chef's head.
Also today Brendon showed his genius on a plate.
The light sandwich was packed with salty ham and crisp vegetables, and on the side was a bowl of sweet chestnut soup.
Of course, they were both so delicious she could cry.
On those days, as I looked forward to breakfast, I opened my eyes at dawn.
After a satisfying meal, Radis served a cup of tea made from high-quality leaves, and inside the cup was a slice of lemon.
The sweet taste spread inside her mouth as she took a sip, and its warmth spread inside her as well.
—Aah...
Almost shuddering, Radis' shoulders shook with happiness.
In the past, she didn't know how much satisfaction food, clothing, and lodging could bring to life.
It was such a great feeling of happiness that it was incredible that this luck came by chance.
—If this isn't a vacation, I don't know what is.
Beds like clouds and sunny rooms.
And also delicious meals brought by lovely maidens that made Radis wonder if they were actually angels.
She felt sorry for herself as she remembered how grumpy Irene brought her food earlier.
The most important thing was that there was no Margaret, who frequently came to her and abused her verbally and physically, nor David, who made sarcastic comments and got into fights every time their eyes met, nor Jurich, who turned his face to look away and ignore Radis.
And there was Zade, who seemed to do nothing wrong, but was actually the cause of all the family's problems.
—Now that I'm out of the Tilrod house, I feel like I'm really living now.
Other people suffered a lot after leaving home and felt nostalgic because they missed their families. However, Radis was sickened and tired just by pronouncing the name "Tilrod" with his own lips.
She shook her head to clear the thoughts of the Tilrod family from her mind.
Then he opened the letter he received from his master Armano, which a maid brought him.
[My prettiest and most charming student Radis,
My heart is filled with joy and sadness knowing that you are now in the Marquisate Russell.
My joy is born from my trust and faith that you will do better anywhere than in the Tilrod house, but my sadness is born from my own helplessness. I didn't want to leave without being able to help you. ]
Radis smiled because it was almost as if he could hear his master's voice.
Professor Armano sounded more like a bard than a knight.
[I wish to teach you more about swordsmanship, but it will be difficult to learn it through letters.
But for me it is a significant challenge, as I am endlessly interested in expressing everything through broad words.
First of all, you must tap into your vitality and the essence of your strong will in order to sense your mana flow.
Manifesting it is the first step.
It is generally conjured through the hand.
In order to explain this, you may have to write about it from the moment the sun sets to the moment the rising star reaches the zenith of the sky.
Ah, you don't like this expression? It's more poetic than just saying "all night."
Anyway, first with the hand and then with the gun. However, the moment I tried to explain it in writing, I felt the limitations of my vocabulary.
A cold feeling of despair and helplessness surrounded me and made me put down my pen.
If you reach this level, you can obtain the seal of a wizard knight.
But you know that's not the goal of a gentleman, right?
This level is something you will only have to overcome, as the path of a knight continually leads towards the devotion that will satiate one's temperament in order to walk the path of honor. You must keep this in mind. ]
Radis read the lines of Armano's letter with a smile on his face.
Armano was the most distinctive person he knew.
When she didn't know anything, he was the one who opened her eyes and expanded her horizons, and only by listening to Armano could she understand correctly.q
Valiz