Resetting Lady - Chapter 248

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Special Side Story 4

[I hate you, you’re annoying! I’m dying of sleepiness and you keep talking nonsense and bothering me!]

[Huh, huh? Sorry… were you that sleepy?]

[Don’t come near me! I’m going to sleep in another room! I really can’t stand it! Stop talking nonsense and go to a hospital!]

In the end, she even threw a pillow.

—Bubble bubble.

Isabella cursed underwater. Wow, this is ruined. Completely ruined. I’m sorry, Mother. My patience was too lacking. The connection with the Count’s family is already completely destroyed. But I feel wronged too. She’s too strange. She acts like some crazy colt.

—Puhaaa!

“Wow… damn…”

“Here’s a towel.”

Isabella wiped the water mixed with tears with the towel and asked the maid.

“Miss Rebecca is…?”

“The young lady went out to exercise early in the morning. Will you have breakfast separately?”

“Yeah…”

She couldn’t bear to see her face. Isabella sighed deeply and continued thinking about the previous night.

[Why on earth are you going to the military? Why are you enlisting?]

[Military uniforms are cool…]

[Then just steal your father’s clothes and wear them at home!]

[No, why are you getting angry?]

[Because you! Keep talking nonsense! Don’t talk to me! I’m going to sleep now!]

“Wow damn…”

Isabella squeezed her eyes shut and entrusted her body to the maids. The Count’s maids came and began helping Isabella dress up. She should have brought the Evans family maids. Isabella looked at the maids with suspicious eyes. Since Rebecca was like that, the maids and servants were also suspicious. But contrary to Isabella’s worries, the women of the manor carefully and quickly changed Isabella’s clothes, combed her hair, and applied cosmetics. They were no less skilled than the well-educated maids of the Evans family.

“Miss Evans truly has beautiful skin. Now, would you like to choose the color tone?”

Dozens of makeup tools were lined up before Isabella. Isabella pondered for a moment. She seemed to never wear makeup, but surprisingly there were quite a lot of cosmetics. They seemed too unused to be the Countess’s, as if they were just bought and left alone.

“Mix numbers 3 and 17 and apply diagonally on the cheeks from the cheekbones to the eyes, and use 27 as eyeshadow.”

When Isabella made her choice, the maids skillfully began their work.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Looking in the mirror, a quite satisfactory face was reflected. Wow, these girls are really skilled.

“Do you like it? Your eye for beauty is so good that it suits you perfectly.”

“Wow, of course. I really like it. You have very good hands, don’t you?”

Isabella was genuinely surprised. She also carried expensive cosmetics collected from around the world, but the ones in this manor were no less impressive. And above all, the maids’ skills were considerable. She wanted to take them with her, even if it meant being rude.

“Wait, I want to give you something… Take one gold coin each from my belongings.”

“What? What? No, miss. How could we accept from our master’s guest? No.”

The maids were startled and waved their hands frantically. But originally, this kind of thing is politely refused.

“Then take two coins each.”

“No, no… we, we are.”

“Refusing further would also be rude. You know that, right?”

“Thank you so much.”

“…Thank you.”

The maids blushed and were delighted. Indeed, there’s no one who dislikes money. They only dislike insufficient money.

“Rebecca doesn’t wear makeup much, does she?”

“She does when she has somewhere to go…”

—Poke. The other maid next to her poked her side to give her a hint that she was saying unnecessary things. Isabella laughed a little at the absurdity. At this point, not wearing makeup much was hardly significant for Rebecca. Anything would be less shocking than seeing her cutting off animal necks.

“It’s okay. You already saw me making a scene yesterday.”

“…Yes.”

“…Hahaha…”

Right. Isabella felt embarrassed. Elegantly, modestly, wisely. More than Mother and Father. She wanted to live like that. But soon her feelings of injustice grew stronger. Rebecca really is strange!

“Where would you find someone who chooses a job because the clothes are cool?”

“Me.”

“What?”

The maids looked at each other and nodded.

“The prettiest uniform in the capital region is the Sayertes family uniform here.”

“They also use the most expensive fabric.”

“Madam makes new ones for us every year, so they’re nice to wear normally. We sometimes wear them when going home on vacation to show our families.”

“Ah… I see.”

Right. Clothes are important. No, but they have limitations in job choices. Why do we even have jobs in the first place? Neither Count Raymond nor our father went to the military because they wanted to. And both retired early and are active in politics and business.

And most importantly, the fathers entered military academy, but that military academy doesn’t accept women. To enter, you’d have to enlist as a regular soldier and start from the bottom.

“Isn’t it cool to protect justice with your own body?”

“…Don’t suddenly whisper in my ear from behind. It gives me chills.”

“Aw, weren’t we friends who saw everything yesterday?”

Saw what?

Isabella was dumbfounded, but she was the one who had said something nitpicky in her excitement. Rebecca was someone who thought friends could be informal and exchange harsh words, while Isabella believed that friends especially needed courtesy. Of course, even between those who weren’t close. Isabella blushed at her mistake from the previous day and gripped her skirt tightly.

“I, I’m sorry about yesterday, Rebecca. I spoke too carelessly about your life.”

“It’s okay~ Be comfortable, be comfortable~ We’re friends~.”

“Ugh.”

Rebecca giggled and poked Isabella’s cheek. Isabella’s face contorted at the sudden contact. She had just finished her makeup. She’s not even a boy under 10 years old. No, even her younger cousins seemed more mature than this.

‘Really childish.’

But first, she had to make amends for her rude behavior yesterday. Even if Rebecca didn’t care much about last night. Isabella was the one who needed something. No matter how casually she acted with Rebecca, it was Countess Karen Sayertes who would introduce her to other noble ladies’ salons.

‘Please come quickly!’

Isabella tearfully called for the lady of the house.

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Karen and Raymond arrived the next day. Karen called Isabella to the huge greenhouse, the pride of the Count and Countess. Just as Isabella had dreamed, in the form of a dignified and beautiful noblewoman perfectly dressed from head to toe.

“Children really grow up so fast. Nice to see you, Isabella. Do you remember me?”

“H, hello, Countess of Sayertes. It’s truly an honor to meet you like this.”

“Was it 5 years ago when I last saw you? You were this small then. You’ve already become such a lady.”

When Countess Karen Sayertes spoke in her elegant voice, Isabella didn’t know what to do with herself. The Countess was even more beautiful than she remembered. Though some traces of time showed on her face, it only added to her elegance. Every action and word exuded dignity, and her voice was compelling even in simple conversation.

‘They really don’t look alike.’

Isabella thought this while glancing sideways at Rebecca. Though they had the same sparkling purple eyes, Karen and Rebecca seemed too different. Even though she had her father’s blood mixed in, Count Raymond was also a classical handsome man like marble, and even from a brief glimpse, you could tell he was a serious nobleman. So how did Rebecca turn out like that?

“…Why are your eyes like that?”

“Wh, what about me?”

Rebecca looked at Isabella and said “Oh my,” then leaned back against the chair and crossed her legs. Karen sighed looking at her daughter and put her teacup down on the table.

“Rebecca, you have no manners.”

“Isabella and I are friends. Right? It’s okay to be comfortable, isn’t it?”

“Yes, no, yes.”

She wanted to say no, but she couldn’t with the person’s mother right next to her. But perhaps having already grasped the situation from her expression, Karen frowned slightly.

“Even so, you should maintain courtesy even in front of friends.”

“Yes yes.”

Rebecca straightened her posture again.

And sitting properly, she grabbed her teacup and gulped it down. It was the attitude of a coachman or hunter, not a noble young lady. Isabella turned her eyes away at the seemingly deliberate rudeness.

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