Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

two people per hundred years on the entire continent, so it was not a lot, but there were actual records.
It was never a forbidden thing or secret.
Some were surrounded by nobility, including the royal court, while others lived on the streets.
There were no rules on how to treat them, but it depended on the situation.
There were two characteristics of those who said to be Spirit Orisons, including myself.

One was the lack of magic.

The other was the ability to interact with spirits and fairies.

What a fantasy to hear this! ‘It’s not so bad, yeah’, I thought.
I loved reading and watching fairy tales, comic books, and movies about magic and spirits.
A fantasy world was a great way to forget about the real world for a while.

If you asked others, they said that all living things have magic power, whether a lot or a little, and that no magic power was the same as being dead.
Wah, I was being treated like a zombie.

In my case, the old man in the white coat that treated my injury… Dr.
Daniel, the doctor, could tell that I had no magic power.
In addition, he used magic to treat that injury.
That was why he knew I had no magic.

The bones in my arms, legs, and other parts of my body were all gone, but I was able to recover to the point where I could move in a few days.
Too bad I couldn’t use magic.

And the other one was Buddy, who looked like an Afghan hound and brought me here.
As I was nuzzling Buddy, who was getting very attached to me, a handful of little ones with transparent feathers on their backs peeked out from between his long fur.

Wow, a fairy? It was really fantasy! When I gently put out my hand, the little ones got on it and acted so cute that I let them be.
When I poke one, she tickled me, and when I stroke her gently, she swooned with pleasure.

I was surrounded by shiny gold particles as I tinkered with the little ones one after another.

These glowing sparkles, like fireflies on earth, were called fairy eggs in this country.
It was said that they usually lived deep in the forest, hiding when people come to visit, and were rarely seen.
They came to me frequently…That was what it was.

The “Spirit Orisons” was exactly what it sounded like, a person who was invited to come to this world by the spirits of this world.
Later, that was what Dr.
Daniel wrote in the book I borrowed from him.

Apparently, spirits were responsible for stabilizing the world with their presence, and Orisons were like assistants to them.
Therefore, once an Orison was found, they would not be treated with neglect.
Their wishes would be first and foremost in deciding what to do.
It would be impossible if there was a war or something going on in the country, but I heard that the king was a great man and there was peace now.
I was thankful.

This mansion was on the outskirts of a small country town, but close to the royal capital.
They said that they would be happy to take me into custody at the royal palace or temple if I so desired.
‘You can stay here until your injuries are healed, and then I’ll put your wishes first’, Lady Adelaide said gently, and I felt nothing but goodwill toward her.

So, what did I end up doing? I made a request to Lady Adelaide.
I asked her to let me pay her back for her kindness.
‘If it doesn’t bother you’, I said, ‘you can leave me here and use me as a maid’.

I had fallen completely in love with the gentle Lady Adelaide, who reminded me of my beloved grandmother, who had passed away when I was a child.
I didn’t want to leave.

I could cook, do laundry, and clean the house in one way, though it would take a lot of work since I didn’t have any appliances.
After all, I had 15 years of experience in housekeeping and 10 years of experience living alone.
I wasn’t like this right now, but once my injuries were healed, I’m pretty strong and could help a bit with house repairs and stuff.

Besides, it must have been a month or so after I came here that we talked about this… There was no sign of any relatives or family members having been here, including letters.
I also knew that Lady Adelaide often looked at the family photos lined up on the fireplace in the living room.

I couldn’t believe she was alone in this big house with only Buddy to talk to.

But if that was what she liked to do, then my offer was just an afterthought.
So, I told her that along with the proposal.
I’d grown to love her, and I wanted to be with her.
But I didn’t want to cause any trouble.
In fact, it was one more mouth to feed.

Dr.
Daniel was the one who encouraged me to make such an offer.
After all, he had been worried about Lady Adelaide living alone for a long time.
He had suggested several times that she get a companion to live with her, but he had always been turned down softly.

With Dr.
Daniel’s intervention and my ‘I love you.
I want to be with you, please!’ Lady Adelaide lowered her eyelashes and accepted my passionate proposal, which I thought was already a marriage proposal, with the condition of ‘You can leave any time you want’.
When I replied that I would only leave if Lady Adelaide wanted me to, she laughed with tears in her eyes and said that it would not be until her death then.

So we laughed together, saying that we had another fifty years to go.