Agath

Chapter 8

(Eight)

A sound came from the courtyard, waking up Ymir who was still asleep.He rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the curtains and looked out, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

The aristocratic Yeorman, who thought he could do no work at all, was digging a hole in the grass in the courtyard very seriously with a shovel.He was wearing a pair of extremely slim khaki slacks today, and a beige vintage shirt with lace on his upper body, which perfectly outlined his thin waist, simple but not casual.The blond hair that was always loose in the past was meticulously combed back and tied into a bunch.He still had the usual half-smile look on his face, as if he was not digging a hole, but just creating a work of art.Although it is such a tiring physical work, Yeoerman does it with a sense of elegance and leisure.

Ymir opened the window and saw Yeorman looking up following the sound.

"Ha." Yorman was amused by Ymir's appearance.

The young man in front of him had obviously just woken up, his eyes were less vigilant and defensive than before, and there was a little more innocence and confusion of his peers.He was only wearing a long pajamas, revealing a pair of fair-skinned slender legs.His hair was still disheveled like a crumpled brown silk cap.

Seeing Ymir looking at him in confusion, Yorman didn't explain much.

"The garden is beautiful." He knelt down and rubbed a handful of soil with his gloved hands. "This soil is very soft and suitable for digging."

Ymir wandered boredly in the depths of the garden, and inadvertently saw the figure of Mrs. Margaret flashing past.She seemed to be deliberately avoiding someone, and kept looking around.Ymir followed her and saw her walk into a utility room at the end of the garden.

There was already a person standing in front of the window, and Ymir immediately recognized its owner with that conspicuous blond hair.

"I don't understand what you are implying." Ymir heard him say this.

"I'm the only one who knows the inside story." Mrs. Margaret's voice was mixed with anger, fear, and some emotions that Ymir couldn't distinguish. "I acted according to your instructions and reported to you every year." Her body gradually trembled, "I have always been your eyes and ears, your assistant. Your behavior is very childish, you have treated me like this since childhood." She became more and more distraught, and she even shed tears after speaking.

"I'm tired, tired!" cried Mrs. Margaret, covering her eyes with both hands.

"Okay...okay...shhh..."

Like a filial son of an ordinary family, Yeorman walked over with light steps, and slowly pulled the helpless old man into his arms.