Chapter 141 It Seems Like It Just Ended
It seems that the time spent at the Maiden's Tower was longer than expected, and they arrived at the office building in the evening. The Marquis said he needed to stop by the knight's headquarters first, so only Sara and Rebecca headed there.
Of course, they couldn't bring Scott and Blaze to the office building, so they all split up as soon as they left the Maiden's Tower. By the way, Sara, Scott, and Blaze had been given homework by Thomas and Rebecca, and both of them were very passionate educators.
"Well, my homework is to suggest a plan for the tea party hosted by my mother, so it's basically like a job for me."
Sara knew that Thomas's homework was math, so she could finish it easily. The math symbols were almost the same as in her past life, so someone who reincarnated with math knowledge must have been in this world before.
'Wait, if that's the case, then why wasn't there any graphs?'
Sara wondered but didn't think too deeply about it. She had developed a habit of ignoring things that she couldn't understand, thinking, 'It is what it is.'
The simple reason why graphs didn't exist in this world was that when the reincarnated person with math knowledge came here, the printing technology hadn't been established yet. They barely passed down basic math, but most of the knowledge was lost. Thinking that way made her realize just how essential "books" are for the progress of civilization.
Just as Sara was about to knock on the office door, a loud voice rang out from inside.
"Yayyyyy! We're doneeeeee!"
Sara turned to Rebecca and grinned. Rebecca was also smiling brightly now.
"This has to be..."
When Sara knocked on the door with a louder sound than usual, there was no response from inside. It seemed more like cheers were not being heard. Unable to wait any longer, Sara opened the door and entered on her own.
Inside the office, even the maids were joining in, holding hands and sharing their joy. Robert quickly spotted Rebecca and Sara, lifting Sara up while putting his arm around Rebecca's shoulder.
"Hey. The goddesses have descended!"
The bureaucrats and maids all turned towards them at once.
"Miss Sara, Lady Rebecca, it's done! Finally, the past accounts are all settled!"
James ran over to Robert, who was holding Sara and Rebecca, with Benjamin following behind.
"That's really great, isn't it? Everyone, thank you for your hard work."
"No, it's all thanks to Miss Sara, Lady Rebecca, and the office maids. Thank you so much."
"Yeah, from sudden promotions to intense workloads... with colleagues collapsing one after another from fatigue due to unfamiliar tasks, I really thought it was hopeless."
Tears glistened faintly in James' eyes.
'I don't know... it reminds me of a TV show I saw in a past life. The theme song of a famous female singer plays in the background!'
"My power is nothing but a mere fraction. I only set the initial plan. It's all of you who actually put in the work, so please be proud."
Sara said. She asked Maria to bring Elma liquor and Elma brandy. At times like this, they must want to drink too.
"By the way, how did the actual finances turn out? Will we need to pay additional taxes?"
"I'm sorry, but it turns out we've overpaid about 500 Dallas in taxes."
Benjamin replied. His eyes were also red.
"Will they refund that?"
"Sara, even if you overpay your taxes, no lord is going to refund it back. They just correct it and add more to the donation to the country."
"Oh, I see. That's how it is."
"That's what nobility is like. It's a hassle,."
'Even though there's no additional tax to pay, a correction declaration isn't exactly a good look. So it seems better to just pay a bit more in donations and be done with it.'
At that moment, the Marquis and Jeffrey arrived. They were surprised by the festive atmosphere in the office but started to celebrate once they heard the situation.
"Robert, you've worked hard."
"No, Father. It's all thanks to Sara and Revi, along with the bureaucrats and maids who helped."
"That's true. You all did well."
The bureaucrats and office maids all bowed their heads, and Sara and Rebecca smiled.
"The introduction of the new ledger and office maids has had a big impact. If I think about it, Sara's contributions are clear."
"Grandfather, there were also the staff from the main residence who initially organized the huge amount of data. Please be sure to praise them when you return. Even the staff who didn't directly participate in the accounting helped keep things running smoothly in the castle."
"Is that so? Then I will give a special bonus to everyone from my personal funds."
"Thank you very much."
Rebecca quietly approached Sara and whispered something in her ear. The Marquis seemed to have heard it too, as he gently lowered Sara to the floor.
Sara walked over to Robert and performed the most elegant curtsy she had ever done.
"Thank you for your hard work. I should probably say something like 'please continue to do your best' instead of 'thank you for your hard work' because it sounds like you're retiring from work. But I'm grateful that you trusted a young girl like me with your work. Father."
"Sara... What's going on?"
"Father, thank you for your hard work."
In the next moment, tears streamed from both of Robert's eyes. This even made Sara a little uncomfortable.
"Um, wait, why?"
Robert hurriedly picked up Sara, hugged her tightly, and started crying.
"Sara has become my daughter!"
"Rob... Ms. Sara's dress will get dirty, so at least wipe your nose."
Rebecca quietly offered a handkerchief. Upon closer inspection, Robert's name was embroidered on it.
In the customs of the nobles in this world, presenting a handkerchief with embroidery by a noblewoman signifies affection for the recipient. However, it's not an uncommon gift given to close acquaintances or friends.
However, embroidering the recipient's name carries a significantly different meaning. Embroidering a name is generally only allowed for family members, such as mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, or fiancées. It's rare to embroider a man's name unless it's a request from the family for a servant to do so.
In here, giving a handkerchief with a man's name embroidered on it to a woman who is not your wife is a bold way of proposing to her. If the woman accepts the handkerchief with your name on it, it means she has accepted your feelings. If she doesn't feel the same way, she should return the gift right away.
Because of this, when a nobleman receives a gift from a woman, even if it's wrapped, it's considered proper etiquette to check the contents right there. This is to avoid accidentally accepting a handkerchief with his name embroidered on it, which would mean accepting a proposal.
By the way, if a man accidentally drops a handkerchief with his name on it and another woman picks it up, it's considered proper etiquette for the woman to ask another man to return it to the original owner. If there are no other men around, the woman must inform the owner of the dropped handkerchief, gently place it on a table or the floor, and then leave the area or turn away.
"Revi, I can't wipe my nose with a handkerchief that has my name on it for the first time."
"You're silly. I can embroider as many as I want from now on, so go ahead and wipe."
"No way. I'll treasure this."
"I can't help it, already."
Sara handed her handkerchief to Robert, wiped away her tears, and then pressed it to his nose.
"I've already wiped, so please use it. Please keep mother's handkerchief in a box or something."
"Okay."
The bureaucrats and maids watched this scene with warmth, but the Marquis was a little embarrassed by his son's behavior. By the way, Jeffrey was desperately trying to hold back his laughter, so his shoulders were shaking.
There, a cart was stacked with barrels of Elma liquor, 2 bottles of Elma brandy, and Elma juice. Since it was too heavy for Maria to carry, it seemed that a male servant brought it in.
"I have brought the Elma brandy. The Elma liquor is a gift from Mr. Fran's mother to celebrate Sir Robert, Lady Rebecca, and the future adoptive daughter, Miss Sara."
"Is it made by Mr. Fran's mother?"
"Yes. That's what I've heard. The Elma juice is freshly squeezed. It just arrived a little while ago."
The Marquis, who had been watching, declared loudly.
"Alright, today's work is done. Everyone, let's drink in the playroom. Have the food brought here too!"
Cheers erupted in the room.
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