That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

‘There’s nothing I need to do.’

Thanks to Adel’s excellent handling, I haven’t had much to do so far.

The maids assigned to me totaled five, including Rilda. They were somewhat insolent, but at least they pretended to follow Adel’s words for now.

If I stepped in right now, it would be disadvantageous for both of us.

“Miss, you have such beautiful hair.”

Adel said while sitting me in front of the vanity table and brushing my hair.

“Beautiful?”

“It’s like rose-colored clouds.”

‘My goodness.’

Clouds instead of a bomb.

I felt a bit embarrassed.

‘Is Adel an angel?’

Just a few days ago, I didn’t have a single maid to help with my appearance and wandered around the main castle with bomb-like hair.

Surely Adel must have heard the rumors about my hair too.

Maybe she even saw it in person while passing by.

Yet she used such kind expressions.

“It’s because Adel brushes it well. Thanks to you, the retainers don’t look at me like I’m crazy anymore.”

Adel, who had been smiling gently, finally giggled.

“Miss. How about we try to take better care of your hair condition?”

“Mmm. It is a bit dry and rough.”

It appeared in .

The dignity of nobility comes from three things.

Education.

Attitude.

Appearance.

Although appearance was listed last, ironically, outward appearance was what people saw first.

The jewelry, dresses, shawls, and such that one wore were secondary and less meaningful.

What was truly important was how diligently that noble’s hair was groomed, how white and smooth their hands were, and how intelligent and elegant their eyes shone.

It was generally thought that such refinements became the standard of nobility.

Of course, Tulia was already disqualified starting from her hair.

“First, we need to trim the ends a bit. Pink hair is rare and lovely, so if we add some shine, it’ll look much better.”

“Yes, yes.”

As soon as I answered, hair cut cleanly below my shoulder blades fell to the floor.

Hair oil with a sweet yet soft fragrance was carefully applied throughout my hair.

Watching my hair being beautifully braided and tied, I suddenly remembered my time as Han Ina.

When Mother tied the hair of my much younger sibling, I was inexplicably envious of that sibling.

Just that tenderness, that harmony.

Whenever I felt, saw, or heard that special confidence of a beloved child who knew that both Mother and Father would love them.

Why did I suffer countless paper-thin wounds?

My sibling was simply born between Mother and Stepfather.

After Adel finished styling my hair, I touched it for no reason.

Now it wasn’t Han Ina’s hair, but Tulia’s pink hair that wound around my palm like silk thread.

* * *

“How is Tulia Frazier doing these days?”

The Grand Duke’s office after all the retainers had left.

The more actors in a play, the more pronounced the silence after the performance ends.

But this enormous office didn’t look empty at all.

The ability to overwhelm such a vast space with just one person’s presence.

That was the presence of the Empire’s one and only Grand Duke, Assis Grand Duke Frazier.

Ruk Kelfosher, the Grand Duke’s chief advisor, responded immediately.

“Miss Tulia is doing well since Viscountess Aubrey sent new maids. She sent one head maid and five maids. I also took good care of the other necessities.”

“Ruk Kelfosher, what made you take care of such trivial matters?”

“The only grandchild who brings you handmade jam every day is Miss Tulia, so I thought I’d repay her kindness.”

Probably throughout the entire continent, Ruk Kelfosher was the only one who could make even such jokes to Assis Grand Duke Frazier.

Of course, outside, Ruk Kelfosher never used this kind of tone.

He simply treated him respectfully and courteously, just as everyone else did when dealing with Assis Grand Duke Frazier.

Similarly, Assis Grand Duke Frazier noticed that his long-serving chief advisor’s expression had dimmed slightly, if only for a moment.

There seemed to be something he didn’t know about, but he didn’t bother asking. If it were something crucial, this advisor would have reported it to him in advance.

“Oh. Your Grace. Marquis Aster Frazier sent word that he cannot attend Your Grace’s birthday banquet this time.”

“He sent word that he won’t come, you mean.”

At Assis Grand Duke Frazier’s words, Ruk Kelfosher felt embarrassed and bowed his head.

After the death of Princess Hyacinthia, the eldest daughter, the relationship between the eldest son Marquis Aster Frazier and the Grand Duke had grown as distant as spring sunshine and snowy mountains—a fact known to all nobles in the Empire.

Ruk Kelfosher smiled and said.

“Still, all the other young masters and grandchildren will attend. Naturally, the twin grandchildren will come too. They should arrive at the main castle soon. It’ll be lively after a long time, Your Grace.”

“Tulia Frazier doesn’t get along well with her twin brothers either, does she?”

“Yes.”

“The twins dislike Tulia too.”

“…Yes.”

He thought Tulia’s reluctance to come to the main castle wasn’t just mere rebellion.

She had a very poor relationship with her twin brothers and had stubbornly insisted on living outside since childhood.

Although her insistence on staying in a warehouse when there were plenty of rooms in the castle was strange, he had assumed the youngest son and his wife were taking good care of her.

But they had been deceiving that young child.

“…Those damn bastards.”

If Viscount Lilius and Aubrey had been ordinary retainers, they would have lost their heads, but they were his blood-related son and daughter-in-law.

Moreover, with his late wife’s request in mind, Assis Grand Duke Frazier decided to let it pass with just a moderate scolding for now.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand his youngest son’s inferiority complex.

Ruk Kelfosher spoke up.

“Still, there shouldn’t be any trouble this time, Your Grace. I deliberately arranged new quarters for her in the place farthest from the Marquis House space where she originally stayed.”

Ruk Kelfosher’s arrangements were meticulous.

Assis Grand Duke Frazier said nothing particular.

* * *

After several relatively peaceful days passed.

The incident began in the morning.

“Miss Tulia, how about wearing this dress when you go to see His Grace?”

Looking at the dress Rilda recommended, I made a strange expression.

She was definitely Aubrey’s right hand. Just two days ago, Aubrey visited me and casually suggested appointing Rilda as a ‘senior maid.’

Since she still handled about half of the Grand Ducal House’s internal affairs, it was awkward for me to refuse such a request.

“Then I’ll do as Aunt suggests.”

“As I thought, our Tulia understands reason.”

When I complied obediently, Aubrey opened her fan and smiled.

“After all, those from the Borderlands are hard to trust completely, you see. The Imperial Capital nobles think this way even more, dear. You just don’t know it.”

While listening to Aubrey’s words in one ear and letting them out the other, I kept thinking that Tulia in the game was really a complete idiot.

Unlike Viscount Lilius, who might be acting perfectly sweet in front of her, Aubrey was clearly looking down on Tulia, treating her like an outright fool.

And yet in , there was no conflict shown between Viscount Lilius’s couple and Tulia at all…

Well, that’s how typical villains are, isn’t it.

Evil yet stupid, digging their own graves and meeting tragic deaths.

‘Yeah, but you guys…’

I stared intently at Rilda, who was already acting like the Head Maid just because she became a ‘senior maid’, then shifted my gaze back to the dress.

“Aunt sent me this dress?”

I’m not that idiot Tulia, you know?

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