Chapter 153: The Youngest Disciple (5)
The plan to establish the Ravenclaw Academy was progressing rapidly.
When Dereck went out to the site where the opening schedule was already confirmed and the civil works were in full process, he felt a strange stab of headache and couldn’t avoid pressing his temples.
“Ah, Sir Dereck. You’re here! I heard the news about the support from the house of Count Renuel. It seems we’ll be able to expand the size of the auditorium more than planned!”
Aiselin Eleanor Duplain, the noble lady so extraordinarily elegant and distinguished that even Diella, Ellen, and even that beast Trisha had been moved by her, was holding an iron shovel, with a towel hanging over her shoulder as she wiped her sweat.
To top it off, the hem of her dress bothered her so much that she had tied it up with a rope.
If she was going to do this, better not wear a dress—was what Dereck thought, but the thought vanished from his mind with Aiselin’s next words.
“Ahaha. I stepped out for a moment to check how everything was going, but the land they were clearing for the garden didn’t convince me. You only need to correct the last part a bit and that’s it, but calling the workers just for that felt like too much…”
“……”
“I finished already! The soil at the end of this flowerbed needs to be rounder so that, when we plant roses or pansies, it looks more harmonious. Once I decorated a flowerbed during a floral arrangement class, and I discovered that if the basic groundwork of the soil isn’t done well, later it’s harder to achieve a nice harmony. It’s the first time I do it alone, but it has its charm…”