The New Tutor in the Northern Grand Duke’s House

The days I spent at a country villa were peaceful beyond measure.

Just before spring arrived, I received a letter from the crown princess asking me to become the tutor of the Yusbeltier ducal house, which rules the north.

As someone with no experience, it was not easy to accept.

At the same time, I also thought it was very like her to want someone like me to take charge of the children's education.

After much deliberation, I accepted. I had just been planning a trip to the north anyway.

I set out with light steps, but... I never expected trouble to break out as soon as I arrived at the ducal residence.

"What did the crown prince tell you to find out?"

"Who are you, really?"

The lord of the ducal house, who supposedly had no interest in outsiders, is curious about me.

I should emphasize clause 7 of the employment contract: private information remains confidential, and any exposed secrets must be kept secret.

Actually, I accepted because the road led to the northern ice mountains. Ice mountains, my foot.

Maybe I should have come to the north just as a traveler.

It seems a little too late now.

[Excerpt from Rob's diary]