"Young master, someone has sent you a letter."
"What does it say?" Muria asked nonchalantly, soaking in the medicinal bath.
"Let me see!" The young female servant, whose body had begun to develop curves, took the envelope and started to read it out loud, word by word. Yet, as she read on, an irritated expression crossed her face, her little eyebrows knitting tightly together.
"Young master, this is a challenge letter, someone wants to duel you."
"I heard." Muria rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat exasperated. He had always been concerned about his little female servant's intelligence.
"So, young master, you will…"
"Of course, I will accept the challenge. How could I evade such a matter?" The male servant, who had been following the recipe and scattering herbs into the pool, answered matter-of-factly.
"But," the young female servant hesitated, "Lady Susanna said that you should be forbearing with matters in the Capital, didn't she?"