If Ilyin hadn't seen it in her dreams, she would have ignored it, but Ilyin knew the answer.
"If you don't believe me, would you like to look at the cart then?
We're just getting ready."
“Okay,” she said and the Lord guided her to where the cart was being prepared.
It was the same one Ilyin had seen in his dream.
The only difference was that it was not early in the morning, but late in the afternoon.
The cart was constantly being filled with cotton tampons.
When Ilyin looked at the damper, the Lord smiled:
“It’s necessary when you go to the North, there aren’t many good roads for the cart to follow.”
“I know, it’s necessary.” Ilyin pressed the shock absorber as if the cart was bigger than she thought and her hand went deep inside.
"Even though it's quite cold, it's still too hot to move cool things.
If you use too much cotton and give it to Boro, everything inside will spoil" he explained as he pulled out a piece of cotton.
“I don't know how you became interested in our things, but…” Ilyin interrupted him:
“If you're going to the Winter region, this all makes sense.”
The Winter Region was another name for Biflten, a place where the climate was always cold, snowy and was also a much more formal name than the other nicknames it received, such as 'God Forsaken Land' or 'Land of Monsters'.
Ilyin took out the letters she brought, one was a letter written by herself and the other was Biflten's bridal recruitment letter and she showed the Lord the letter with the Biflten family seal.
“If I wanted to be this man’s bride, would you change your mind?” She spoke.
At that moment, the Lord's face changed strangely and anyone else would think he was going to start laughing, but Ilyin knew that wasn't the case and as a noble, she had seen countless maids strangely changing their attitudes, especially the newbies.
When they realized what Ilyin's position was in the mansion and began to despise it, but the Lord was the opposite and Ilyin spoke again:
"Biflten won't do business with many places.
It's a place where everyone is reluctant to respond."
She handed over the letter she had written to the Lord instead of the letter with the Biflten family seal.
“I don’t think it’s impossible to say that someone who is delivering goods to Biflten, at times like this, I’m not related to them.” And even in summer, Biflten was well known for its harsh climate, Ilyin was sure that this Lord was indeed the one she was looking for.
"You are at least in a friendly position or perhaps loyal to the Biflten.
So, you have the responsibility to deliver my letter."
"Why?" The Lord asked, not denying what she said.
“As always, if no one is willing to marry at this time, I will be on my way as the wife of the Duke of Biflten immediately without any competition.” Ilyin spoke softly.
“Then at least I will be the mistress of the Biflten family or stay there as a guest.” She tilted her head slightly.
“Is there still not enough reason to hand over my letter?”
“As you wish.” The Lord finally bowed his head.
“We will get it to them as quickly as possible.”
“You can check the letter if necessary,” he added.
‘It’s not like I’m sending a warm love letter that no one should see.’
The Lord shook his head.
“No, but…” the Lord paused, curious, “How did you know?” He was referring to the relationship between Biflten and himself.
However, Ilyin responded by tilting her head making it clear that she would not respond.
“I want to hear what the Duke has to say.” Even if she told him about the prediction dream, there was no way he would believe it.
***
It was exactly a week later that a letter with the Biflten family seal arrived and it took about three days from the capital to reach the Boro estate.
Ilyin wondered how it only took a week to reach Biflten, located in the far north.
[We will send a carriage to standby in front of the Arlen mansion and you can enter the carriage whenever you want.]
The content of the letter was polite, but it also seemed indifferent.
'It seemed like they were saying, "Come if you want.
Let's not wait anxiously." Ilyin wondered if she was just thinking too much.
Looking up from the well-written letter, she looked out the window and over the fence of the mansion where she saw a strange carriage parked, but there was no sign of a seal to define which aristocratic family it was from.
Then, she noticed that the knight bore the mark of the Biflten family and if that was true, there was no fear of miscommunication and no reason to waste any more time as the moment she had been waiting for had arrived.
Ilyin got up from his seat.