Resetting Lady - Chapter 247

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Special Side Story 3

A bear, and in the manor no less. The Evans Family had quite a few hunting grounds, but Isabella wasn’t accustomed to animal carcasses. The furs that came before her had already been completely processed and bore no resemblance to their original form, and her father Sion was someone who faithfully exercised to maintain his physique but kept his distance from dangerous hobbies.

[Hunting? It would ruin my hands. I only use my hands to protect Lady Isella.]

[Oh ho ho ho.]

Well, they did say nobles often went fox hunting. Perhaps among today’s noble young ladies, instead of just exchanging foxes, bear-killing games were all the rage. If she thought about it that way, she would be the naive one who didn’t know the trends.

Isabella hoped that was the case. Since childhood, Isabella had spent most of her time confined to the manor because her parents were busy with business. Even when Isella occasionally took pity on her and brought her along, she still ended up having to stay inside rooms in unfamiliar hotels or manors.

‘Maybe I’m just not keeping up with current trends…’

It was a difficult world.

“Miss Evans, Lady Rebecca asks if you would like to join her for dinner with bear meat.”

That bear meat being the bear over there?

When Isabella asked with her eyes, the maid nodded.

[Wild animals have many parasites, so you must never, ever eat raw meat. Understand? You should only eat raw meat from animals raised at home.]

Sion had once mischievously told Isabella this while cutting steak. Isella had glared at Sion, telling him not to say useless things during mealtime, but she didn’t deny it. My daughter, be careful with your meals. Never eat carelessly.

‘So that bear must be crawling with parasites, right?’

Isabella felt like crying a little.

Mom, your friend’s daughter is trying to feed me bugs.

* * *

‘I’m tired.’

Gatherings of children without adult supervision were truly exhausting beyond measure. Of course, Isabella and Rebecca were too old to be called children. However, Rebecca’s excessive energy and liveliness was extremely tiring for Isabella. And their interests were too different.

Rebecca had no interest in high society, and rarely spoke about her future or culture. Even when Isabella brought up topics, at some point the conversation would flow back to hunting or guns as Rebecca took control again. When Rebecca discovered that Isabella had some knowledge about military supplies and fishing, she excitedly chattered non-stop for hours. Isabella mentally checked out halfway through.

‘Oh, really?’ ‘No way.’ ‘My goodness.’ ‘I see.’ ‘Amazing.’

Even with such soulless responses, Rebecca seemed perfectly satisfied. One word from Isabella led to a hundred words from Rebecca. It was a cost-effective conversation worthy of the Evans Family.

And time flew by until it was the middle of the night.

Her ears hurt, and her throat ached. After talking almost alone for over five hours, Rebecca’s throat seemed to be getting sore too.

“Cough, hack, ugh my throat hurts.”

‘Yes!’

“Good night, Rebecca.”

Isabella widened her closing eyes and curtsied to Rebecca, lifting her skirt.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“…Pardon?”

“How disappointing. My bed is big!”

Oh, seriously.

Isabella cursed inwardly.

But she was too tired to have the strength to properly refuse, and after being dragged around all day, she felt resigned. Since she had accommodated her all day, tomorrow she’d lie down claiming to be sick. She didn’t know about when the Countess came, but she should avoid this girl as much as possible.

* * *

“It’s so, so nice having a friend sleep over at home!”

“Yes…”

Isn’t this too fast? Isabella was shuddering with awkwardness as she watched Rebecca rolling around on the bed next to her. As far as she could remember, she hadn’t even slept with her nanny when she was young. Did everyone in the capital sleep like this these days? Wasn’t it normal to give separate rooms and sleep separately even when visiting?

“Thanks for accepting. All the kids who’ve visited so far either screamed at me or got annoyed saying I was rude.”

You know this and still do it?

Isabella considered throwing a pillow at Rebecca, but refrained because it would seem too friendly. Rebecca didn’t know what Isabella was thinking and chattered with sparkling eyes.

“Especially the girls mostly all hate it.”

“Then do the gentlemen like this sort of… thing?”

“Oh, no, the boys all hated it too, mostly.”

See. This wasn’t a matter of gender. She almost misunderstood that it might be a fashion essential among men. Isabella frowned and pulled up her blanket. She should pretend to sleep like this. And she shouldn’t expect too much from the Count and Countess. Connections were important, but this house’s daughter was a bomb.

“You’re the first to obediently accept gifts right away and even be greedy for both.”

“Yes…”

And Isabella closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Rebecca, perhaps bored, continued to ramble about various things. You heard how amazing our dads were, right? How they collapsed the tower together and saved people. These days when people hear ‘knight,’ they all think it’s some politician or artist who received an honorary position, right? Our dads were the last knights to receive knighthood through force. Being the last knights is so, so cool, don’t you think? Don’t you want to become like that too?

“…”

Even though the other person wasn’t responding, Rebecca seemed simply delighted.

Was Rebecca a bit strange? When she was with the Count and Countess back then, Rebecca was quite lively but didn’t seem like an odd child. Recalling young Rebecca, Isabella suppressed a sigh. Back then, she was rather precocious if anything. She skillfully formed relationships with other children and displayed flawless perfect manners.

And even after that, Rebecca aside, the high society’s interest in Countess Karen Sayertes was tremendous. Everything she wore became fashionable, the scholars she sponsored made amazing discoveries, and the musicians composed works that would remain for the century. That wasn’t all. Though she didn’t invest often, Karen never made a wrong investment.

[She’s also a player. Don’t mention this elsewhere.]

Isella had whispered to her daughter. Countess Karen, though she didn’t invest often, always made huge profits when she did. Though it wasn’t easily noticed due to diversification and rotating names, it was caught by the Evans Family, who were similarly desperate for profits that wouldn’t attract attention.

True to being Evans’s child, Isabella had received countless educations. And she understood the authority and capacity she could exercise in her position. This was naturally absorbed like water as part of the family tradition. But why was Rebecca so… peculiar?

“Look at this solid fist of mine. Isn’t it cool?”

“Mm. Yes.”

It looked delicate. But looking closely in the darkness, it had quite many scars. It looked more like a worker’s hand than a young lady’s. Had the Count and Countess given up on Rebecca’s education?

Rebecca rolled around then stretched her body out. Her limbs were long and refreshing, so she did have a nice figure. The problem was it was more like the beauty of a horse or cheetah rather than a rabbit or cat. She seemed like she’d be taller than most men. Would she even be able to marry like that? Isabella felt somewhat sorry for Rebecca. Her behavior was rough and scattered, her body was covered with scars, and wasn’t she too tall?

“Isabella.”

“Yes?”

Rebecca suddenly turned her head to meet Isabella’s eyes.

“Let’s enlist together.”

“I’d rather die!”

Isabella shrieked.

* * *

“Good morning, Miss Isabella.”

“…”

An unfamiliar maid was waking her up. Who was this again? Ah. This was the Sayertes Count’s Manor. Isabella got up and dunked her head in the wash water. As she immersed her face in the cold water, she remembered the previous night.

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