Mad Rosetta - Chapter 3

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Mad Rosetta

Episode 3

Rosetta Coco Benitra (3)

【What’s the point of being so startled at seeing a person’s face?】

“You’re not even human, and you don’t even have a face!”

【Honey, why are you hurting me?】

At the ghost pretending to be disappointed and pitiful, I tried to calm my pounding heart.

I hadn’t expected him to be lounging around so boldly in an unmarried lady’s room.

‘Damn, I was secretly pleased when I couldn’t see him anymore…’

The thought that I had no choice but to help resolve some unknown ghost’s grudge gave me a headache.

Yet I also felt a strange sense of kinship, knowing I wouldn’t have to bear my revenge alone.

Since things had come to this, I decided to take my first steps forward together with this fellow.

“Let’s introduce ourselves properly.”

Though I was bothered by being in nightclothes, I placed my hand on my chest and curtsied slightly as a greeting.

The way he kept speaking down to me suggested this dead man had also lived quite the life of ordering others around.

“I am Rosetta Coco of the Benitra Ducal House. May I ask your name?”

【Why do we need to introduce ourselves?】

…This bastard, even when I’m showing respect.

The way he acted coy and evasive reminded me of certain people who were always busy being competitive at tea parties.

I immediately showed my displeasure.

“Then I’ll just call you ‘Hey.'”

【Honey.】

“I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while. Why do you call me that way?”

【Going back and forth between formal and informal speech – your father must have cherished you dearly. How enviable.】

Oh my, look at this fellow.

Is he really using noble lady speech to say I wasn’t properly educated?

Father had only found me endearing and doted on me for being just like my free-spirited mother in speech and behavior.

And he even ignored my carefully crafted question…

I snorted defiantly and lifted my chin to face him.

“The dead should be silent. You should be grateful that I’m continuing this conversation.”

【Haha. The image of you crawling on the ground is so vivid to me… What shall I do about this?】

That’s a threat, right?

He’s asking if I want to go back to the Marquis’ backyard and die, right?

Honestly, I was intimidated by his chilling words.

But I still crossed my arms, pretending not to be shaken.

How often do you think a wandering vengeful ghost would propose a deal to a noble lady dying because of an adulterous couple?

It would certainly be extremely rare.

So there must be a clear reason why it had to be me for him too.

Since there was nothing to be ashamed of, I decided to take a firm stance.

“All we agreed on was to help each other’s revenge. Besides, hasn’t the situation changed?”

【What has changed?】

“I’ve already returned to the past like this, so I can deal with those bastards perfectly well on my own.”

【…】

“You still seem to need my help though.”

I won.

Look at that stupidly frozen face!

Of course, I can’t see his expression.

But imagining a man’s face contorted in bewilderment was so satisfying.

“So if you don’t want to help each other as equals-“

【Call me Sing.】

“How dare you interrupt… What? Sing?”

He nodded to confirm his words.

But unlike his calm demeanor, I couldn’t help but be quite surprised upon hearing the name.

That was because the name ‘Sing’ was extremely precious.

That name, meaning ‘most precious treasure,’ was rumored to be given by the emperor to those he truly favored, and there was also a legend that an ancient sun god created it when he fell in love with a wildflower fairy.

It was so sacred that even high-ranking nobles didn’t use it carelessly, and it was usually given to women.

In fact, the only person to use that name in nearly a hundred years was the great-great-grandmother Empress…

I nodded, assuming he had given me a false name.

“If you want to use that name, fine. Now tell me what you want.”

【You’ve become curious about me, darling?】

“Drop dead!”

I finally couldn’t contain my anger and kicked the wall, then grabbed my own hair and even tore down the window curtains.

Even after burning all the panilinia in the room, my emotions were still running wild.

Crash! The curtain rod, thick and heavy as it was made of Temerze wood, fell with a thunderous noise echoing from early morning.

Of course, no attendant came to ask what was wrong or show any interest in me.

Meanwhile, the fellow kept asking what could make someone so wicked as to tell a dead person to die again, and kept coaxing me to confess to my darling what had caused this, which made me so furious I had to lie down for a while.

【Don’t get so worked up. My revenge is also your revenge.】

The fellow who had been quietly fanning me as I lay on the floor counting the embroidery on the ceiling said something strange.

“What does that mean?”

【Hmm, well…】

Sing pondered for a moment, then spoke casually as if it were nothing.

【I mean killing Fordicus Cessia?】

“…What?”

【You’ll do that for me, right?】

The voice whispering ‘darling’ softly reminded me of the man who was my lover but never called me that.

Fordicus Cessia Montague.

My fiancé, two years my senior.

The only heir of the Montague Marquessate, and the man who had promised deep affection since we were nine, visiting each other’s homes.

Whether it was after marriage or before, I don’t know. But he not only whispered love with Odette, mocked my dead father, and ultimately killed me, his wife.

– “When we marry, I’ll definitely make you happy, Rosetta.”

The loving promise he had playfully whispered in childhood had vanished without a trace, leaving me with nothing but miserable hatred.

I didn’t know why Sing had made Cessia his target for revenge, but I thought it worked out well.

With two heads, we could send them to the afterlife in more varied ways.

That was all.

“Yes, well… It’s better than punishing someone who hasn’t wronged me. I won’t feel guilty about it.”

【You’re unexpectedly straightforward.】

“That aside, Sing? I need to get ready since it’s almost mealtime.”

【Okay.】

“?”

【?】

Had he thrown his manners to the slum rats as food? He seemed unaware of what was wrong.

But explaining how inconvenient, excessive, and detailed the process a young lady must go through to complete one schedule, and why an outside man should excuse himself during an unmarried woman’s preparation time…

Since it was too bothersome to explain at length, I waved my hand dismissively to tell him to leave.

“I need to wash up.”

【…Ah.】

“So please get lost, whether to the corridor or Odette’s room.”

【Rose, darling.】

“Please get lost?”

【I’m a ghost so it doesn’t matter… Ack!】

“Oh? Ooh! Now I see you can be touched! Wow, that’s creepy.”

Sing, who took my unconsciously thrown punch straight to the jaw, rolled around on the floor.

I wondered if ghosts could feel pain, but more than that, I was amazed that he had a tangible form I could touch, so even though my hitting hand hurt, I could still smile.

Come to think of it, I vaguely remembered the sensation of hands covering my eyes just before sending me back to the past.

【H-how dare you lay hands on me… I’ve never been hit before. Really never, honey. Are you listening?】

Goodness, what a noisy ghost.

After pushing the dazed creature muttering helplessly out of the room, I immediately rang the bell near the bedside wall three times.

As expected, no one came on the first try.

Even after ringing the bell five more times, no one came.

When I rang the bell thirty-six times, a servant with a deeply furrowed brow burst through the door.

“You called for me?”

Look at that insolent creature.

Entering the young lady’s room without even knocking, and with such an irritated, sharp tone.

I wanted to give her a good beating on the shins and throw her into the stables right away.

However, thinking that would be no different from my violent past behavior, I decided to keep things simple.

“I’ve decided to have breakfast at the Main Manor. Prepare my bath water.”

“…You’re going to the Dining Hall? You, Lady?”

What should I do with this impudent servant who dares to question me? I swallowed a sigh and slowly approached the door.

The attendants in charge of Rose Manor where I lived were experts at looking at me like I was a pathetic beast, consistently ignoring and dismissing me.

Even when I rang the bell after going without food for a long time, they would often ignore me, and when I would cause a scene after discovering missing luxury items, they would criticize me for suffering from paranoid delusions.

Of course, my past disgraceful behavior that caused innocent people to suffer was certainly my fault, even if it was due to the poison.

So what could I do? Thinking that this child who seemed to have no manners whatsoever might have also suffered under me at some point, I felt inclined to treat her relatively generously.

“Want to get beaten?”

Perhaps my consideration got through to her, as she quickly disappeared, saying she would bring the attendants.

Ah, showing mercy makes things resolve so easily.

Reflecting on feelings I had forgotten for too long, I waited for the attendants.

* * *

Each time the brush scraped against me, my tender skin grew redder. The touch was blatantly rough and harsh for hands supposedly serving their young lady.

Only the red-haired servant who maintained an expressionless face washed me with strength that was neither too strong nor too weak.

I wanted to run out of the bathroom immediately, but I had to endure it by clenching my fists.

‘It’s because of the poison, it’s because of the poison… The stinging pain that’s killing me can’t be because of this servant’s terrible handiwork…’

Whether it was the influence of the Panilnia Flower, even small stimuli felt as painful and stinging as someone embroidering on my body.

Because of this, I would go into a frenzy whenever I had to change dresses or receive bathing assistance.

But today, that couldn’t happen. I had to endure it.

In reality, if I caused another incident just hours after my house arrest was lifted, I wouldn’t have the face to see Father, so I had to persevere!

Smack!

Persevere my foot. I ended up slapping one of the servants as soon as she poured fragrant oil into the bathtub.

The stench emanating from the bath water was too foul to endure, so what choice did I have?

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