Chapter 14 (2/2)
I could hear the door open in the dark and I could hear the voice of Victoire. Elisabeth, who was sitting on the bed, was startled. Victoire lit a candle that had been extinguished and walked to Elisabeth.
“Your Grace.”
“You’re doing well in a dark room alone.”
“I’m not afraid of darkness.”
Elisabeth said with a grin.
“It’s not like a child.”
Victoire seemed rather worried.
‘Oh, you’re not happy.’
That was unexpected. I thought everyone liked a mature child.
Daughtry seemed to prefer the immature young child. They were strange people.
“What brings you here, Your Grace?”
Elisabeth changed the subject.
“Today, I heard from Dylan.”
‘Which one are you talking about?’
Tyce’s doing?
Or the one with me being a baby in Dylan’s arms?
‘I don’t like the second one. It’s embarrassing.’
Victoire stroked the head of the nervous Elisabeth.
“You’re very surprised by Sir Tyce, aren’t you?”
It’s the first one. That’s a relief.
“Dylan saved me.”
Elisabeth said with a big smile.
“But why are your eyes swollen?”
Asked Victoire. Elisabeth gave a moment of ‘huk’. It was only a peek, but I thought it was so obvious.
“Elisabeth.”
“Yes.”
“You won’t be in danger again.”
Victoire’s voice was serious. Somehow it seemed bitter.
‘You brought me here to put me in danger.’
In Elisabeth’s head there was a string of murmur of words that could not be said.
I don’t know why you want to keep my own blood and say things like that as if you’re being sincere.
‘If my soul hadn’t been eighteen, I would have been deceived.’
Elisabeth in her previous life was a young girl thirsty for affection.
She pretended to be tired because she didn’t want to feel any more strange feelings in her chest.
“Oh, I interrupted your sleep.”
Victoire said, embarrassed. Elisabeth did not say no, but mimicked the tired look.
“I’ll leave you alone. Sweet dreams.”
“Yes. Your Grace too.”
Victoire didn’t get up right away and hesitated. When Elisabeth looked at him with question marks in her eyes, he left the room quietly.
***
Carefully closing Elisabeth’s door, Victoire said to Marian:
“When Elisabeth tosses and turns in her sleep, light up the incense I gave her. It’s a scent that makes you sleep well.”
“Yes.”
“If she has a nightmare, wake her up right away and comfort her.”
“I understand.”
“Give her warm milk when you put her to sleep again. It’ll warm her stomach and make her feel drowsy.”
“Master.”
Marian softly called Victoire. The stiff face of Victoire was loosened up by the voice.
“I’ll keep those in mind. Have a good night’s rest.”
Marian smiled at such a master. As if not to worry.
“Then I’ll believe Mrs. Marian.”
Victoire patted Marian on the shoulder with relief and went back.
Marian stared at the tightly closed door of Elisabeth, looking at the back of the changed Victoire.
The master seemed to be gradually becoming a father.
***
“What? Dylan will teach me?”
The next day, Elisabeth heard the shocking news. Damon laughed, as if he knew I would be surprised.
“I’ve decided to pretend. There’s nothing Dylan can do to bother you.”
Then he admonished her affectionately, and suddenly Elisabeth thought that if she smiled with that face, there would be no woman or man who wouldn’t come over.
“Pretending to be?”
But for now, Elisabeth did not fall for it. Because the contents of what Damon said was absurd.
‘Dylan’s young, and it’s weird to teach me, and it’s weird to say it’s teaching, but it’s not really true.’
Of course, Sir Dylan, the one who Polia fell in love with in her previous life, was a well-versed young man in swordsmanship as well as learning. The young ladies followed the young man and wanted to be taught.
‘Sir Dylan, who’s the most arrogant, beat them all.’
Among those who wanted to be taught by Dylan in their previous lives was Polia. Of course she was rejected.
<How dare you refuse a princess’ request when you’re a subject of an upstart Count? I won’t let it go!>
The Duke of Cabezo threatened like this, but nothing happened because of Polia, who was afraid of being hated by Dylan.
Anyway, that’s what happened in my previous life.
“If he decides to teach, he really has to teach me. This is foul play.”
Elisabeth said, giving her eyes strength. Damon tilted his head in surprise.
“Don’t you get tired when you’re with a bad-tempered kid like Dylan?”
“Ah, that’s…!”
Damon’s relentless criticism left Elisabeth speechless.
“But I’m not tired though.”
“You admit his personality is bad.”
Damon smiled as if he had met a comrade.
“Elisabeth, you already excel without learning. Maybe you should teach Dylan.”
Damon’s words included the premise that Elisabeth, a ‘Cabezo Princess,’ had already been taught enough as a princess.
However, Elisabeth did not like the remark, which touched the dead girl, Emilie.