Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54

Louis’s eyebrows twitched at the Count’s words. As if he felt wronged.

But the Count did not withdraw his order.

He had no idea that violence was being inflicted on his daughter like this.

All this time, he had only thought about the wounds Louis had received, and hadn’t properly considered the wounds Rene must have suffered.

Perhaps he had been too indifferent.

Had he really been unaware of this situation?

When he thought about it quietly, he had nothing to say.

It wasn’t as if he was completely unaware of how Louis treated Rene. He just hadn’t taken it seriously.

He admitted that he had been indifferent to Rene. But that didn’t mean he had wanted Rene to be unhappy.

Where in the world is there a parent who wishes for their child to be unhappy?

The Count clenched his fist tightly.

He could feel his daughter’s gaze quietly watching him, but the Count couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes as he left the room.

He had no face to show his daughter.

* * *

From that day on, Louis was confined to his room.

Since the servants brought meals to his room, naturally only the Count and I attended meals.

“Miss, it’s time to attend dinner.”

At the maid’s polite words, I left my room and headed to the dining room.

Was it my imagination that the maids’ attitude seemed a bit more respectful since that day?

The maids knew that I was being abused by Louis.

Even knowing this, they had remained silent.

But with this incident, Louis, who had been no different from the real power in the manor, was confined, and the Count had implicitly taken my side.

So the maids couldn’t help but fear that they might face consequences for having ignored the fact that I was being abused all this time.

Perhaps that’s why the maids’ attitude was particularly respectful compared to before.

I passed by a maid who was watching me nervously with her head bowed and walked down the stairs leading to the first floor.

When I arrived at the dining room, the servants standing on both sides of the door opened it for me.

The Count, who was already sitting at the head of the table, spotted me and signaled to a servant with his eyes.

Then the servant pulled out the chair where I would sit.

The Count kept glancing at my cheek.

It was the spot where Louis had hit me yesterday.

I could have covered my cheek with my hair, but I didn’t do that.

There was no need to hide it, and I wanted the Count to feel a bit guilty.

Before long, the servants came with food. I looked at the dishes set on the table and raised my eyebrows.

They were all foods that Rene liked.

Foods that the original Rene had liked, though I didn’t particularly prefer them now.

Did the Count know what foods Rene liked?

As I was quietly looking down at the table, the Count cleared his throat and spoke.

“Let’s eat.”

I quietly picked up my utensils.

Throughout the meal, silence hung over the dining room.

The Count kept watching me, and I ate while ignoring his gaze.

Finally, as the meal was coming to an end, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and was about to get up.

But then.

“Wait.”

The Count stopped me.

Wondering what it was about, I turned around to see the Count having a servant bring something.

“Take this.”

What the servant offered was none other than an ointment.

“It’s an ointment infused with healing magic. Apply it to your cheek.”

I quietly looked at the ointment.

Then the Count glanced at me as if gauging my reaction, and soon quietly called my name.

“Rene.”

“Yes, Count.”

Since I wasn’t taking the ointment and was just staring at it, the Count cleared his throat and began to speak.

“I, I’m sorry for not taking care of you all this time. I…”

The Count couldn’t finish his words and looked at me. I quietly turned my gaze to meet the Count’s eyes.

“No. Even if I say it, it will only sound like excuses to your ears.”

The Count laughed self-deprecatingly, then looked at me and sincerely apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

What would it have been like if the real Rene had heard those words? Would she have been so moved that she shed tears?

But I wasn’t the real Rene. The one who should have received the Count’s apology had disappeared long ago.

“It’s too late.”

I left only those words and got up from my seat.

Since the real Rene had disappeared.

It was too late an apology.

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The Count’s apology left me feeling unsettled.

Since the real Rene had disappeared, the Count’s apology was useless.

But still, one corner of my heart kept aching.

It seemed there were still fragments of the real Rene left inside me.

As I was blankly looking out the window, a maid knocked on the door.

“Miss, Beatrice Rockwood from the Rockwood Mansion has come to see you.”

Louis Sauver?

I told the maid to let Louis Sauver in and asked for refreshments to be brought.

Before long, Louis Sauver entered the room with a sullen expression. His face looked somehow displeased.

“Louis Sauver, why do you look like that?”

“Because of the Marquis.”

“What?”

What did the Marquis say to Louis Sauver?

But wait, the Marquis was set up as a daughter-obsessed father in the original story, so he wasn’t the type to say anything to Louis Sauver.

As I was looking at Louis Sauver with a puzzled expression, servants entered carrying clothing racks full of dresses.

What is all this?

As I was bewildered looking at my room that had suddenly become a dressing room, a maid who had come with Louis Sauver spoke to me politely.

“Greetings, Miss Sauver. Today, we have come with a different matter – our young lady has come to ask you to choose a dress for her to wear at the ship party.”

A dress for Louis Sauver to wear at the ship party? Me? Why?

As I was looking at the maid with a confused expression, the maid had the servants bring one particular dress.

“This is the dress our young lady has chosen.”

I turned my head to look at the dress the servants had brought, and then…

“What is that?”

I couldn’t help but be horrified.

The dress had rainbow-colored fabric hanging down in layers, with excessive feather decorations on the sleeves.

On top of that, an unnecessarily large jewel decorated the chest area.

In short, it was an incredibly ugly dress.

“That’s the dress that Beat-, I mean, Beatrice chose…?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

The maid’s words made my head spin.

She seriously chose a dress like that? Why on earth? Does that look pretty to her?

I turned to look at Louis Sauver and asked.

“Beatrice, did you really choose that dress?”

“Huh.”

“No, why…?”

“To my eyes, that dress and the other dresses all look similar, so what am I supposed to do.”

No, Louis Sauver, are you crazy?

No matter how I look at it, that dress is uniquely ugly, but you say they’re similar!

“We tried to tell her it wouldn’t do, but the young lady was so insistent…”

In short, they wanted me as a friend to talk Louis Sauver out of it.

“The Marquis was also very surprised when he saw that dress. He asked if such a dress had really been in the young lady’s dress room…”

Well, it is surprising.

I’d never seen a dress with such visuals either.

I wanted to know the name of the designer who made that dress.

What on earth is wrong with their aesthetic sense…

“The Marquis said that Miss Sauver would surely be able to recommend a dress that suits our young lady, so he sent us here.”

So the Marquis was also shocked when he saw the dress his daughter chose and sent them to me.

Well, even I would be surprised and jump if I saw such a dress. Especially if she said she’d wear that dress to the ship party.

“Is it really that bad?”

Louis Sauver asked while munching on the refreshments the maids brought out. I nodded.

“It’s incredibly ugly.”

No matter how beautiful the female protagonist is, it would be hard to pull off something that ugly.

Then Louis Sauver looked at the dress once and muttered ‘it looks fine though.’

I was newly amazed at Louis Sauver’s aesthetic sense.

Louis Sauver, your aesthetic sense is really terrible…

Still, she’s supposed to be the female protagonist, so I can’t let Louis Sauver wear such an ugly dress.

I instructed the maids to each hold a dress and stand in a line.

The maids quickly stood up holding the dresses.

I carefully looked over the dresses and selected which ones to discard and which ones to take.

Every time I instructed them to discard an ugly dress, the maid’s face brightened.

On the other hand, Louis Sauver’s face darkened.

“Why are you throwing this away? The king jewels on the sleeves are the point.”

“It’s ugly.”

At my single comment, Louis Sauver shut her mouth tight.

“Throw this one away, take this one. Throw this one away too.”

At my words, the maids moved in unison and began sorting the dresses.

After doing this for a while, I found a dress that would suit Louis Sauver perfectly.

“This is it.”

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