Lynn's letter.
It had been years since Yuffie had spoken to Lynn or received any letters from him.
At the mention of Lynn, Yuffie's expression turned extremely complicated.
For a moment, she wasn't sure whether she should open it and read it.
"What's wrong, Yuffie?" Leticia asked curiously, coming over to her.
"Nothing. Lynn sent me a letter."
"Huh?" Leticia leaned closer. "What, what? Lynn wrote you a letter?"
Leticia bounced around like a curious puppy.
Unfortunately, Yuffie was two centimeters taller than her—and she was the sort of woman who could fight in high heels.
Even though her heels were only five centimeters high, that still added up to a full seven centimeters.
In her flats, Leticia could only just manage to rise onto her tiptoes to take a look.
Yuffie immediately tucked the letter into her bodice. "I don't know what capacity he sent this in, so I want to read it alone, in private."
Social status meant a lot.
Not everyone could be as carefree as Leticia, staying with the church when she felt like it and going to the Empire whenever she pleased.
Leticia was on her own, with at most her young mother at home to look after.
She had no fear of being put on the spot.
But people with status were different.
Just like Lynn back then. He hadn't wanted to get involved in any political struggles and had wanted to slack off, driving Yuffie half mad with his childishness.
But in the end, he still had to face the pressure that came with his status.
In the world at large, a Grand Duchy was basically a state with power approaching that of a kingdom, but which still submitted to a higher-level Empire.
That was what made it a Grand Duchy.
It was