Love Letter From The Future

Finding Senior Elsie didn't take long, as the backyard suddenly resounded with the thunderous roar of lightning strikes.

Bang, bang, bang!

Startled by the consecutive flashes of lightning, the servants nervously cast glances out the window. Senior Elsie had a tendency to become oblivious to her surroundings when she was angry.

As I made my way to the backyard, I found several trees already felled, their charred remains emitting the scent of burning.

The once-neglected backyard had transformed into a tangled mess resembling a small forest.

While Senior Elsie likely intended only to clear the trees, causing such a disturbance at dawn was hardly appropriate.

Fortunately, her restraint had kept the commotion from drawing too much attention.

With a reassuring gesture, I signaled to the servants not to worry, bringing a finger to my lips.

Even if someone woke up due to the noise, this gesture was meant to ask the servants to calmly reassure them.

The servants who had worked for a long time at the Percus Manor were trustworthy, and there was no difficulty in communication with them.

Understanding my intent, the servants nodded in acknowledgment.

With their capable hands managing the situation, there was no need to worry.

My only concern was Senior Elsie.

There she stood amidst the aftermath of her self-made disaster.

The crackle of burning wood lingered in the air, evidence of recent lightning strikes. Fallen trees and charred vegetation added to the desolate scene, permeating the atmosphere with the scent of smoke.

A pungent aroma assailed my senses, threatening to overwhelm me.

Moreover, considering that lightning had been striking for a while, Senior Elsie, who in close proximity, must have suffered some degree of hearing loss.

Yet, her fury showed no signs of subsiding.

Soon, the girl raised her head and burst into complaints.

"Aaargh! That damn engagement, engagement, engagement! You bastards, always treating me like a pushover! And now you're in such a hurry, anxious that you can’t sell me out? Just wait, you old farts, one day I'll load you on an A-frame back carrier...."

Well, Sir Reynold hardly seemed old enough to be called an 'old fart.'

Senior Elsie was fuming, unleashing a barrage of expletives.

Her attitude remained consistent as ever—presumptuous, coarse in speech, devoid of consideration for others, and unapologetically fierce.

At least, that's how it appeared from an outsider's perspective.

However, after spending a lot of time with her, I could see her hidden personality.

Beneath the rough exterior, Senior Elsie was actually an affectionate person.

There were a few cases where she cursed even when she didn’t really mean it.

Even if she was currently cursing Sir Reynold, it probably wasn't Senior Elsie's true thoughts.

It was clear that at least the 'old farts,' including Sir Reynold, had angered Senior Elsie.

So, I cautiously called Senior Elsie.

"....Senior Elsie?"

Senior Elsie didn't immediately recognize my voice.

With ears ringing from the thunderous strikes and smoke stinging her eyes and nose, it was understandable that she struggled to discern her surroundings.

Reacting instinctively, Senior Elsie unleashed a barrage of curses.

"Huh?! My mood has been in the gutter. Who the hell...."

However, upon locking eyes with me, Senior Elsie froze in place.

Senior Elsie went through several stages of change after that.

First, she stared at me blankly, then hastily composed herself, straightening her disheveled attire.

Soon, she ran towards me with a smile on her face.

It was as though her earlier outburst had been a lie. Senior Elsie ran into my embrace with an affectionate gesture.

"...Master!"

Witnessing this abrupt shift, I couldn't help but let out a forced laugh.

"I think, just a moment ago, you were clearly saying 'who the hell...'"

"Th-that's, that's not true!"

Senior Elsie swiftly denied my words.

Her head shook desperately, her clenched fists betraying a hint of aggression.

"Which arrogant jerk dares to mistreat Master... I-if there's such a bastard, I'll take care of it, so don't worry! Hehehe...."

Senior Elsie attempted to laugh it off awkwardly, gauging my reaction.

Clearly, she was determined to save her face in front of me.

Opting not to tease her further, I reassured her with a gentle pat on the head.

In response, Senior Elsie immediately turned into a gentle lamb.

There was a newfound contentment in her dazed expression—a side of her that only surfaced when she received a pet from me.

"Hehe, hehe... M-masteeer...."

If Senior Elsie were a puppy, her ears would have drooped as she whimpered softly.

With a wry smile, I asked Senior Elsie.

"Why were you so angry?"

"W-Well, that was..."

Even as I continued to pat her head, I sensed a subtle resistance from her.

She seemed hesitant to explain the situation.

Normally, I would have respected her wishes because everyone could have a secret they didn't want to share with anyone.

But now, Senior Elsie and I were in this together.

She wore a conflicted expression, hesitating and furrowing her brow.

Considering my options, I decided to try a different approach.

"....Ah!"

Stealthily retracting the hand that had been petting her, I observed a flicker of disappointment in Senior Elsie's gaze as she looked up at me pleadingly.

However, I remained resolute.

Just as she seemed on the verge of dejection, I attempted a new "reward" I had been thinking about.

Tenderly stroking under her chin, I caught her off guard.

Surprised by the sudden touch, Senior Elsie blankly stared at me blankly, inhaling deeply.

I couldn’t be sure whether my new tactic had been successful based on her initial reaction alone.

I continued to stroke Senior Elsie's smooth skin more actively and affectionately.

As my hand went from under her chin to her neck and collarbone, Senior Elsie began to react more noticeably.

"Hng, huh?! Haa, hm, hm...."

Her breathing quickened, punctuated by strange sounds leaving her lips.

Confusion clouded Senior Elsie's eyes since she had never experienced such sensations before in her life. Regardless, I continued to enjoy the feeling of touching Senior Elsie's chin.

"Ng, M-masteeeeer.... Heeeut"

Initially flustered, she soon adapted, and her voice took on a sweet tone.

Senior Elsie even clutched onto my arm with both hands, as if imploring me not to stop.

Instinctively shifting her buttocks backwards, dropped her head, and began to pant.

A sense of satisfaction welled within me.

Though I had been worried about the new approach, Senior Elsie seemed pleased about it.

Slowly, I stopped touching her.

Senior Elsie gripped my arm tightly, her breaths still ragged as she cast me a puzzled glance, her blue eyes tinged with desire.

Seizing the moment, I brought up the topic again.

"Senior Elsie, why did you argue with Sir Reynold?"

"Th-that's..."

Senior Elsie hesitated once again, revealing her desire to keep the story hidden.

Given the circumstances, however, I couldn't allow her to keep her secrets.

I traced my fingers lightly under Senior Elsie's chin, just enough to evoke the memory of the previous sensation.

In response, Senior Elsie closed her eyes, emitting a soft moan as her breathing grew ragged once more.

I sensed the tension in her grip on my arm.

Once again, Senior Elsie bowed her head deeply.

"If you don't speak, I won't continue this."

“T-that’s..."

Though Senior Elsie looked at me tearfully, I stood firm with my decision.

As I pretended to withdraw my hand, Senior Elsie's anxiety seemed to heighten.

Withdrawing my hand, I gave her my final ultimatum.

"... So, what will you do?"

Senior Elsie's eyes darted around nervously.

Her internal turmoil was evident in the movements of her gaze, even though she remained silent for a while. Eventually, she broke the silence.

With a sweet exhale, Senior Elsie shut her eyes and pleaded.

"I-I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything, so p-please... please continue... h-hnggg?!"

I decided to comply with Senior Elsie's wish.

Senior Elsie panted under my touch for a while. Eventually, her body trembled, her legs gave way and she slumped to the ground.

Peering into Senior Elsie's unfocused gaze, I cautiously asked her a question.

"...Was it good?"

"Y-yes... it w-was... n-nice... I want to have this... petting forever...."

It seemed like she had lost her ability to speak.

With a satisfied nod, I felt a surge of relief witnessing Senior Elsie's enjoyment.

Now it was time to uncover the secret she had kept so closely guarded.

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