The wedding of Cerista had been wrapped up, and it had already been about a week since we started heading back from the Holy Land of Mireya toward the Blackwood Estate.

It was the same when we went to Mireya, and now the trip back would also take nearly a week by carriage.

Considering just the duration, I had been away from the estate for almost a month, and the closer we got to Blackwood, the more I felt a strange sense of unease.

‘While Dietmeier was gone, the estate should have been managed properly…’

No, it would be better if the estate just wasn’t managed at all. The biggest problem was that the administrative work had ground to a halt.

Usually, half of the matters brought to Blackwood Estate were handled under Dietmeier’s direction. These were the kinds of things that didn’t require me or Ethan to review them. Simple matters that could either be accepted or rejected.

It was something only Dietmeier could handle. After all, he was the deputy butler even before I joined the estate as a maid.