Countess Youngae’s Money-Sweeping Makeup Shop - Chapter 33
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33
A child from another place.
How does she know?
“You’re curious about how I know, aren’t you?”
The being that approached me with a smile circled around me lightly like a fish.
Soon, the being went to sit on the sofa, letting down white hair and patting the seat beside her.
“If you want to know, come sit here.”
It felt like two selves were fighting inside me.
Anxiety and relief.
My lips trembled and my heart pounded.
My hesitant legs were dragged along by my upper body moving first.
Plop.
As I sat on the sofa, the being sat close beside me, embracing my shoulders and gently patting them.
It was a warm touch.
My tension slowly eased as if I had always received this.
“Sillia, you don’t know me, do you?”
“…No.”
“For a simple introduction, I’m Sillia’s mother – something like that?”
“H-how did you get in?”
“Hm? Oh, through the window.”
“How can you say something like that so casually?”
“Well, you must be sensing that I’m not human, right?”
The being smiled brightly and slowly took hold of my hand.
My palm felt tingly.
It was a bit bothersome, so I looked down and saw a gentle light rippling from my hand.
“Huh…?”
“Thank goodness. Your power remains.”
“Power? This is the first time I’m hearing about this.”
“Well, it’s a secret between Sillia and me, isn’t it?”
“Sillia has abilities?”
“She’s a spirit’s daughter, so she would have some, wouldn’t she?”
“What spirit- no, that’s not what’s important. What kind of ability is it?”
“The ability to grant more effective power when you imagine the results while combining things from nature.”
“That sounds like nothing special.”
“Her human blood is strong. Still, you’ve been receiving help from that ability, haven’t you?”
“Help?”
I touched my chin and thought carefully.
Ah. Is she talking about the ointment foundation?
I did think the coverage wasn’t bad and it dried quickly.
When I nodded, the spirit gently stroked my head as if tidying it.
“But why did you suddenly come?”
“I was curious if you were adapting well?”
“Who? Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“…Did you make me into Sillia, Mother?”
“Hm? Well, maybe? It’s both right and wrong?”
“What does that mean? What about my original body? What happened to Sillia?”
I grabbed the spirit’s hand with both of mine urgently and asked.
I didn’t particularly miss reality, but I wanted to know what happened to my body.
The spirit’s eyes widened in surprise, then she let out a small laugh.
Then she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and paused.
Soon she smiled and slowly caressed my cheek with the hand that had been stroking my head.
“You really are different from Sillia, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Well, I did put you in there, but the one who called you to that body was another cute friend.”
“Another…?”
“Sorry, but the culprit is a secret. Sillia is now living as a spirit like me.”
“Sillia is alive?”
“Yes. But she’s still weak so you won’t be able to see her. Sillia can’t leave the village.”
“I, see.”
“Are you curious about what happened to your original body?”
“A little.”
“It died.”
“What?”
The spirit said it so casually that I almost accepted it with “I see” for a moment.
I died?
Drinking, drinking, drinking…
Did something happen?
I was looking at the floor, thinking seriously.
“You’re curious about the reason too? Humans with lots of curiosity create amazing things someday. Though there’s probably nothing good about finding out.”
“You know the reason too?”
“Of course. I know.”
“Why did I die?”
“Hmm, something faster than a carriage hit people and left. Something red that made loud noises like a hornet? You were one of them.”
I couldn’t remember the memory or the pain.
Should I be happy that I don’t have to worry about returning to reality,
or should I be sad about the fact that I died?
Right now I just felt empty.
Just thinking “I see.”
The spirit who had been quietly watching me smiled with her eyes and stood up.
“You’re tired, aren’t you? I kept you too long.”
“No. I don’t know if it was beneficial, but the questions I had were quietly resolved.”
“Hehe, then I’m glad.”
I quietly watched her walk toward the wide open window.
Then a question suddenly crossed my mind.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
“When can I see you again, Mother?”
“Me? When I want to come?”
“A free spirit… Is there no way for me to come see you?”
“If you want to see me, try hard to picture me in your head. Who knows if I’ll receive the telepathy and appear?”
“That’s not a reliable method…! Huh.”
Before I could argue, the spirit had already disappeared.
If she can come and go as she pleases like that, why leave Sillia here?
What if she just leaves Sillia here all alone and disappears?
I closed my eyes tightly and tried to imagine the spirit’s appearance to call her out.
But it was strange.
What did the spirit look like?
Like a dream, the spirit’s appearance gradually became blurry.
Even a fish would remember longer than this.
I let out a deep sigh and looked at the gently swaying curtains.
Outside, the sun was finally setting behind those distant mountains.
***
“Kyaaaah!”
“Miss, what’s wrong!”
When I screamed loudly, Lili came running over in a hurry.
Standing in front of the mirror, I trembled all over.
“Th-that thing…”
I pointed at what was inside the mirror with my hand.
The worst of the worst had arrived.
Today too, my pretty face had been marred.
That red thing on my nose – I wanted to believe I was seeing it wrong.
Of all those many days, today?
A pimple had to pop up today of all days?
“Today my bling-bling dessert tour is…”
Thud.
My legs gave out.
I gently patted Lili’s shoulder as she quickly supported me.
Why is this girl so kind?
Even with all that effort, it wouldn’t go in,
Haha, but now I’m being lifted up.
“Are you alright? Should I call the doctor?”
“…No, it’s not that serious! I’m just feeling dejected by this reality.”
Almost being pulled up by Lili, I checked the mirror again.
The pimple was still there, that thing.
Today’s plan was to do strawberry-inspired makeup and wear a pink dress while going to the strawberry dessert cafe.
Since I had worked hard to make this a day off, I wanted to do the makeup I wanted for myself and happily wander around the village…
Sighing and pondering for a moment, I slowly let go of Lili and gripped the vanity table with both hands.
Since it’s come to this, let’s change today’s style!
I have to have fun today no matter what!
“Lili, don’t we have any masks? Something like a white lace mask!”
“We don’t have lace masks. You’ve always only worn rigid masks even at masquerade balls, Miss.”
“Can’t we get one now?”
“Lace masks are usually custom-made, so it would be difficult.”
A roadblock right from the start?
A mask is the only thing that can hide this pimple!
But wearing a rigid mask would trap sweat and cause irritation, so that won’t work.
Someone who has a lot of masks…
Ah. Ricardo might have one.
But would he send one? He might not even have any.
I glared at the mirror and let out a sigh.
Going to the village in this state is something today’s me cannot tolerate.
Today is ab.so.lute.ly bling-bling.
If my hands don’t create bling-bling, I won’t be satisfied!
“Please don’t come in person.”
Praying like that, I picked up a quill pen and began writing letters on paper.
***
Question marks appeared in Ricardo’s mind.
Early in the morning, Sillia’s letter had awakened Ricardo from his sleep.
The messenger said it was urgent, so even the little drowsiness that remained completely fled.
Wondering what kind of emergency situation it could be, he checked and found that Sillia was asking him to send a lace mask.
‘What is this?’
That was really the only thought that came to mind.
As he read on, there was one sentence that kept bothering him.
I really hope Jesuert Youngsik doesn’t come in person. Absolutely not.
Was this earnestly beating around the bush to ask him to come in person?
His mood became restless.
It was good that she only stated her business, but that bothered him.
Shouldn’t she add things like morning greetings or asking if he’d eaten, as a matter of courtesy?
Why would she specifically ask him for something like a lace mask?
Couldn’t she just buy a new lace mask?
Did she blow her money at a casino or something?
Even while having these various thoughts, Ricardo was naturally ordering a servant to find a mask.
Ricardo had never worn a lace mask.
But in the past, while buying various masks to try covering his scar, he had bought one white lace mask out of curiosity.
Naturally, since it didn’t cover the scar, he had put it away among the failed masks.
Looking at the lace mask in his hand, the corner of Ricardo’s mouth twitched.
Feeling awkward from the stimulation at his usually rigidly set mouth corners, he rubbed the area around his mouth with his hand.
‘Strange.’
He quietly looked down at the letter and got up from his seat.
Taking the mask, Ricardo left his bedroom and walked toward the stables.
He became curious about what kind of expression Sillia would make if he appeared in person.
Would she hide with a flustered expression,
Or smile confidently and ask if he came.
Or maybe just take the mask and coldly go back into the manor.
Whatever it would be, it seemed like a fairly good investment.
He mounted the black horse that was the fastest in the ducal family and his most beloved.
And immediately left the stables, riding the horse quickly toward the Ebennain Estate.
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