Chapter 14
Today was the monthly settlement day for Shaylaâs personal funds.
Shayla, who had been the dream of the merchant family, had been accustomed since childhood to keeping a detailed expense ledger.
Since a large sum called âpersonal fundsâ was allocated to her monthly by the ducal household, it had become natural for her to record her consumption and expenditures.
âThey might expel me from the dukeâs castle on the grounds of extravagance.â
Meanwhile, the head butler came to visit Shayla in the morning.
It wasnât necessarily his duty, but since he had come all the way here, she felt she should show him her personal account ledger.
âThese are the expenses, and these are the expenditures.â
She had also noted what she bought and how she paid for it. Daily.
Antonio, who had been looking at Shayla with a satisfied smile at first as she hugged the ledger, began flipping through the pages one by one with growing astonishment.
âYoung Lady, do you know the difference between expenses and expenditures?â
âExpenses are purchases of things that arenât necessary but that I want, or spending money that could have been avoided.â
Shaylaâs hand pointed to a corner of the ledger.
Purchase of 30 cones of Guipure lace.
âOn the other hand, expenditures are money that must be spent by necessity. For example, changing the old bedroom decor for Callion, or buying the lamb he likes.â
Buying good wall fabric cost a lot of money. The cost of the meat wasnât cheap either.
Shayla deliberately emphasized this point. She had bought what Callion needed with her own personal funds.
It was supposed to be the head maidâs job. But since there was no head maid in the dukeâs castle, the servants had to manage it.
âEven if Callion refused, havenât they been far too negligent all this time?â
She wanted to say that.
How could they neglect feeding and cleaning him? Unless they wanted him to starve or fall seriously ill.
Yet they had continued this neglect for many years.
Ignoring the young duke, considered a burden, had become so familiar that repentance came far too late.
As expected, Antonio didnât appear remorseful that Shayla had personally taken care of Callion.
He simply checked the carefully written ledger and was delighted once again by Shaylaâs frugality and resourcefulness.
âWill you be going to the young duke again today?â
âYes.â
As Shayla stood up holding the ledger, Antonio surprised her with unexpected words.
âYoung Lady, may I ask you for one favor?â
âA favor?â
âYes. His Grace has been wondering about the young dukeâs condition, so I thought of arranging a meeting between themâŚâ
This was good news.
The hunting festival was approaching soon. As the biggest festival in the north, preparations had to begin at least half a year in advance.
It seemed Antonio was planning a family dinner during the hunting festival period hosted by the duchy.
âThe problem is that the young duke⌠no one can wash himâŚâ
âWhat?â
Shaylaâs eyes narrowed instinctively.
She had wondered why this old man had come all the way to the east wing with such effort. So he had another purpose.
âWhen our young master was little, he used to follow his nanny a lot.â
âDo you mean the nanny who left the dukeâs castle because of responsibility for Callionâs kidnapping?â
âYes, in fact, the nanny left of her own volition. The young duke gradually began to hate her until their relationship deteriorated.â
It was rare for a nobleâs child to hate his nanny. Usually they felt more attached to her than to the mother they spent little time with.
âHow did that happen? Did she despise him because he was a wolf?â
âNo, not that. I heard that while she was trying to wash himâŚâ
Wash him?
âItâs said he hates water very much. So since the nanny left, no one has been able to wash him.â
âWait a moment, the nanny left five years ago, right?â
âYes, thatâs correct.â
ââŚâ
No wonder his smell had been foul from their first meeting.
Yes, that smell couldnât have come from just a year or two!
âI know this is an impudent request, but⌠could I ask this of you, Young Lady?â
ââŚâ
Didnât he say no one had succeeded?
âWhy are they burdening me with something like thisâŚâ
* * *
âShasha, youâre here?â
Perhaps he heard Shaylaâs footsteps in the hallway, because the moment she opened the door, she saw him.
At first he stood ten steps from the door, then gradually approached until now he was almost pressed against it.
âIf this continues, heâll go outside.â
But he was a shy boy who avoided going out during the day when people were around, so it wouldnât be easy.
âLeon, did you do the education again?â
âYes, I didâŚâ
Callion, feeling shy but waiting for praise, wagged his tail faster and lifted his head. His folded-back ears were an added bonus.
âGood job, good job, my little one!â
He looked embarrassed but pleased with the enthusiastic praise, spinning in place.
Shayla reached out to stroke Callion from head to tail, then firmly rubbed his chin and neck.
Suddenly the boy turned and exposed his belly.
While he lay there with eyes closed, completely enjoying it, Shayla stopped petting him and stood up.
âAlright, letâs go take a bath now.â
Callion reacted to her words after a momentâs delay.
âWhat?â
He slowly opened his eyes and turned to stand.
âLeon, letâs wash up.â
âWhat did you say? I didnât hear well.â
ââŚYou say you didnât hear.â
âBelieve me, I didnât hear.â
âThen why are you backing away?â
âIâm not hearingâŚâ
He had already retreated more than twenty steps.
She hadnât done anything yet, but he was terribly scared and tucked his tail back. She felt like the villain, but there was no choice.
Shayla placed her hands on her hips and unleashed the truth she had been holding back.
âYouâre dirty and cute at the same time.â
ââŚâ
âYou, you smell really bad.â
The boy jumped in place, trembling.
âMe?!â
âYes, very strong smell.â
Callion, the soft white furball, was like a walking duster.
âAll the dust in this room is attached to his cute bodyâŚâ
Even his whiteness was just Shayla viewing him fondly; in reality, his color was closer to gray.
His fur, never cared for, was tangled and dirty, and the lingering annoying garlic smell hadnât gone away.
Dust, garlic, lamb meat, and foul odor.
All of it gathered in this cowardly furball.
âLetâs wash. You might get sick if you keep going like this.â
Although he had become obedient lately, bathing seemed to be something he intensely hated.
Shayla had no choice but to chase him around the room, engaging in a real battle.
âLeon, where are you?â
ââŚâ
âThis is a big problem. I canât find you at all.â
Shayla stopped in front of the curtain and looked with exasperation at the protruding hind paw.
âWhat an innocent idiotâŚâ
Did he really think he was hidden if he hid behind the curtain?
Under the puffed velvet curtain, she pulled his hind leg, and Callion desperately clung to the curtain.
âNo, no! Let me go!â
âNo way! You have to wash! Do you know how bad you smell?â
âBut, but you said it was okay!â
âWhen did I say it was okay?â
âYou hugged me and touched me without any problem!â
âI was enduring! I forgave you because youâre cute!â
âThen keep forgiving me! Iâll stay cute!â
Shayla firmly grabbed the boy who was trying to escape and held him at her waist. He resisted so hard she felt exhausted.
âNo! I donât want to wash!â
âNo way. If you donât wash, everyone will hate you.â
âI donât care! I donât care about others!â
âYou rascal!â
She finally exploded loudly.
âIf you want to become human, you have to learn to wash with dignity!â
ââŚâ
With that scolding, Callion suddenly calmed down, as if he had never defied her before, and began watching Shayla shyly.
She held him firmly and went to the bathroom, where she filled the hand-washing basin with warm water and began gradually splashing water on his body.
But the wolf fur, unwashed for a long time, was astonishingly water-resistant. Every time she poured water, it bounced off without wetting the fur at all.