I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead

Rieta thought it was too terrifying to tell the truth, but without a single pause, Noel finished the brutal letter.

Besides, he even laughed triumphantly, saying he liked the letter very much.

“Great. Seeing this will definitely clear her mind about my father!”

Of course, the letter also went to the postman who arrived the next day.

The postman once again wept over the recipient’s nameless envelope, but he reluctantly accepted it.

As a result, one more letter with nowhere to go was left on the delivery man’s desk.

* * *

The next day, there was no lost letter.

Thanks to this, Noel and Rieta played a dice game and had time to think carefully about the truth of the lost letter.

“I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

Noel rolled the dice.

As it landed on a five, he moved his yellow piece forward.

“The person who wrote the letter may be a high-ranking person in the post office.”

“From the post office?”

Now Rieta rolled the dice.

The number was only one, so she had to cry right away,

“Yes. They then placed the letter they wrote a while ago on the postman’s desk without anyone else’s knowledge.”

“Did the postman think of it as an ordinary lost letter and bring it to them?”

“Yes. It’s difficult to find out if they’re an insider, so there aren’t a lot of people who send it. In other words, the culprit . . .”

He concluded with a serious expression on his face, placing his hands on his face.

Of course, Rieta quickly found out that Noel was mimicking the detective novel he read recently.

“Is a person at the post office. They are a person who has been in a high-ranking position enough to be able to go to and from the Imperial Palace.”

“That’s . . .”

Rieta recalled that the postman kept the letter he got from Noel in his office.

According to Noel’s reasoning, the other party might have secretly read the quirky reply.

The letter, which showed no courtesy and consideration for a lady.

“. . . What if that person opened the letter Noel sent?”

“That’ll be good. Since I have kindly explained, they’re not going to be hard-headed.”

Noel rolled the die again.

He was very lucky today. A six came out.

He was excited and moved his horse. But it didn’t end well.

“Ah! Noel, you’ve fallen into a trap! You have to go back ten spaces!”

Rieta shouted excitedly, and Noel grabbed his head with both his hands.

“Tch.”

Anyway, the day without the strange letter was very enjoyable.

Except for the fact that his maternal grandfather Sir Jenkins came along in the middle and gave him a strict Kingdom language class that brought tears to his eyes.

* * *

Another day passed.

As always today, the postman came to visit, and Noel went to meet the postman himself.

Before the postman could even say anything, he looked behind his back and said:

“Of course, I know. There are no more strange letters.”

“. . . Uh, Lord.”

Noel raised his eyes slightly at the word Lord.

The postman quickly changed his name.

“Duke’s representative.”

“Good.”

“Actually that’s it.”

The postman rolled his eyes and eventually pulled out the envelope he had brought in his arms.

“I, I found this on my desk today.”

“. . . !”

Noel looked at the envelope he had brought out with a very startled expression.

Again, only the address of this place and his father’s name were written . . .

Just like the last letter.

As soon as Noel and Rieta received the letter, they hurriedly ran up to the room.

But, when they go up the stairs and turn around.

At that moment, the two children crashed into the back of the butler who was standing there.

“Princess, Young Master!”

The butler looked back in surprise.

Noel and Rieta were surprised as well.

The two children had dropped the envelopes they were holding.

“If you run like that, the floor will collapse.”

After the butler confirmed that the two were safe, he started picking up the envelopes that had fallen on the floor one by one.

In fact, recently, the number of letters to the Duke have been declining considerably.

Because the emperor forbade the banquet, there was no such thing as invitations, and everyone knows that the Duke is not in the capital now.

So all that came was reports that were supposed to arrive on a regular basis.

“Well?”

However, among the letters the children dropped, there was one that stood out.

A letter with only the recipient’s information without the sender’s name and address.

It’s also quite familiar handwriting . . .

“This.”

The moment the butler picks it up.

“Uwaah!”

Noel suddenly screamed as he wrapped his forehead.

The startled butler did not pick up the letter and quickly turned to Noel.

“What? Young Master, where are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“The, the head! My head hurts like it’s going to break!”

“You have a headache?”

“I am, I am going to die! I will die like this!! I will surely die!”

While the butler was startled and put his palm on Noel’s forehead. Noel quickly sent a signal to Rieta.

Princess! Go on, pick up that letter!