Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

While I was grumbling inwardly, a servant standing outside the door announced loudly.

At that, Louis straightened his already upright posture even more.

I too straightened my back and looked toward the front door.

Before long, the massive manor door opened and a man with a sharp atmosphere walked in.

The count, who had such a robust physique that it was hard to believe he was middle-aged, possessed such a cold impression that it felt presumptuous to even dare look at him.

His long, sharp eyes swept across the assembled group.

Fearing our eyes might meet, I quickly lowered my head.

“Father, you’ve arrived.”

When Louis, the eldest son, stepped forward to greet the count, the servants standing in a row all bowed in unison.

“You’ve arrived, Count.”

The count finished his response with a nod and began walking.

I quickly hoped the count would just go upstairs, keeping my head bowed.

It was just as I was raising my head that the count, who had been walking along fine, suddenly stopped in front of me.

Unfortunately, our eyes met.

I was startled and carefully lowered my eyes.

Even so, I could feel the count’s gaze burning into me.

Why is he suddenly looking at me? He usually shows no interest.

I quietly looked down at my feet, then suddenly remembered I hadn’t greeted him and carefully bowed.

“You’ve arrived, Count.”

Rene always called the count ‘Count’ instead of ‘Father.’

Well, she wouldn’t want to call someone who was always indifferent to her and turned a blind eye to Louis’s abuse ‘Father.’

I bent my waist like a flip phone while looking down at the floor.

That’s why I didn’t know.

That the count’s eyes were wavering.

“That hair…”

“Yes?”

The count’s low voice fell over the top of my head.

I straightened my back and looked up at the count.

At that moment, the count’s usually cold expression crumbled for the first time.

Why, what did I do?

“…Never mind.”

Before long, the count began walking again as if nothing had happened, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.

I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, but I seemed to have properly rubbed the count the wrong way.

I should stay out of sight for a while.

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Contrary to what I had thought, I found myself face to face with the count again at the dinner table.

It was like sitting on a bed of thorns.

I chewed mechanically without knowing whether the steak was going into my mouth or my nose.

Even though it was clearly the finest veal dripping with juices, it felt like chewing tire rubber.

The count cut his meat showing not the slightest interest in me, as if that glance he’d thrown earlier in the day had never happened at all.

It wasn’t surprising. It had always been this way.

If the dining room hadn’t been warm, I would have fled to my room long ago.

“Rene Sauver.”

While I was eating diligently, Count Sauver suddenly called my name.

“Yes, Count.”

“Don’t wear your hair like that anymore.”

“Pardon?”

I looked down at my hair in confusion.

My hair, neatly braided into a single plait, seemed perfectly fine.

I mean, it’s not like I had some explosive hairstyle that would damage the Count’s Family’s reputation, and he’s telling me not to braid my hair!

This hairstyle was my absolute favorite. But if the count says not to do it, what choice do I have?

Even if it’s a room as cold as an icebox, I don’t want to be kicked out, so I have to obey.

I quietly nodded my head.

“I understand, Count.”

It was when I was earnestly responding while cutting my steak.

The count opened his lips.

“I hear the evil dragon Kaisis has broken his seal and escaped. The Imperial Court is forming a subjugation force to capture Kaisis.”

Evil dragon Kaisis? Did such a thing appear in the original work?

I quickly scanned through the original story in my head and was eventually able to recall Kaisis’s existence.

Kaisis was a character mentioned very briefly by Shamal, who was a mage.

【Flower in a Glass Greenhouse】 was an emotional abuse story unrelated to evil dragons, so it only passed by as a mention.

I let the count’s words go in one ear and out the other while diligently cutting my meat.

“Our family has also decided to provide knights. It’s an evil dragon notorious for its ferocity, so it won’t be easy to subjugate.”

Anyway, in the original work, Kaisis was only mentioned by name and never actually appeared, so there shouldn’t be any trouble.

More importantly, figuring out how to connect the uncle with the male leads was a bigger problem for me.

After dinner was somehow finished, I waited for the count to leave and then quietly stood up.

“Did you deliberately appear with that hairstyle?”

The sudden provocation came from across the table just as I was organizing my napkin.

“Rene Sauver. Answer.”

Geez, it’s only been 3 seconds since he spoke.

I pretended to be timid, quietly lowered my eyes, and shook my head.

Then Louis laughed as if he found it absurd.

“If you weren’t aiming for it, then you must be an idiot.”

Why are you picking a fight?

“As Father said, don’t wear your hair like that anymore.”

It was when I was about to nod saying I understood.

This bastard Louis again grated on my nerves with his characteristic sharp tone, saying ‘answer.’

Bear with it, I have to endure this.

“I understand.”

Louis clicked his tongue, threw down his napkin, and left the dining room.

Anyway, I don’t understand why everyone is so desperate to torment Rene.

Poor Rene Sauver.

Feeling frustrated, I headed to the garden to take a walk.

But perhaps because Rene Sauver’s memories hadn’t completely settled into my mind yet.

I got lost inside the manor.

“Where is this…”

I looked around for a while and then started walking wherever my feet took me.

I thought that wandering around would naturally bring back memories.

“Is it here?”

I found a door and turned the handle.

But unfortunately, that door didn’t lead to the garden.

The house really is quite large.

I was about to close the door again.

I surely would have, if not for the large portrait hanging on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.

Without realizing it, my gaze was drawn to the portrait and I opened the door and entered the room.

“Rene…?”

No, it’s not Rene.

Looking more closely, she was slightly different from René.

I stared intently up at the woman in the portrait who had her hair braided in a single plait, facing forward with a gentle smile.

“René’s mother.”

After studying the portrait for a while, I finally arrived at the answer.

The woman in the portrait was Lea Sauver, René’s mother.

Since the Count had never shown me a portrait before, this was the first time I—that is, René—was seeing what her mother looked like.

Only then did I understand why the Count had told me not to wear my hair this way.

“She looks incredibly similar to René.”

Because seeing me would remind him of his dead wife.

“Well, if that’s the case, he could have just said so directly…”

I let out a deep sigh and looked around the room.

The room was simple. There was only a fireplace, the portrait, and a single sofa.

It seemed like this was a room the Count would visit to look at his wife’s portrait whenever he missed her.

Judging by the signs of use, it appeared he had been coming here until recently.

“Then I shouldn’t be caught here, should I?”

My mind finally starting to work, I quickly grabbed the door handle to leave the room.

That’s when it happened.

Before I could even turn the handle, it turned by itself.

“…René?”

And the person who entered was,

“C-Count.”

Count Sauver.

Damn.

I stammered in my panic.

The Count looked at me, his eyes widening in surprise before returning to his usual cold expression.

“What brings you here.”

“Ah, well…”

Saying I got lost would seem strange.

Getting lost in a manor you’ve lived in your whole life—anyone would find that a suspicious excuse.

I fumbled with my lips before saying,

“I wanted to see Mother… I don’t even know what she looked like… I was curious about what it would have been like if Mother were still alive.”

I lied.

This excuse seemed just as strange though.

But I was thinking on the spot and couldn’t come up with anything better.

I rolled my eyes around before finally lowering my gaze quietly.

As I stood there looking down at my feet for a while, it wasn’t long before a voice that seemed tinged with a hint of tenderness fell upon me.

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