People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 141

By the way, since when did that girl’s personality become so sharp?

I deliberately ignored the gaze boring into the back of my head and tried to recall.

When we first met, she seemed frail enough to collapse at any moment, yet she was strong-willed and an intelligent girl full of knowledge. After clearing up our misunderstandings and forging an alliance because of the “Primordial Gate,” I thought she’d grown a bit softer—but now it felt like she kept alternating between striking and soothing.

Still, back when I was emotionally struggling because of the World Tree and Tommy, she’d check on me and start conversations, showing genuine care, which I found admirable and endearing.

She was prickly, yes, but she handled tasks flawlessly, grasped concepts instantly—often accomplishing the work of ten—and once she grew accustomed to her duties as a maid, her confidence bloomed into a dignified poise I quite liked.

“She really ought to be dismissed or something.”

I didn’t truly intend to dismiss her—after all, I’d gone so far as to make her my close attendant and personal maid—but her constant fussing had become so exasperating. While Carlisle took my advice well and grew increasingly respected with each passing day, Freyrie grew more abrasive, leaving no one willing to approach her.

In short, she had no friends.

It seemed counterproductive for her to make herself so unapproachable, and I considered offering advice—but she always reacted so sensitively to such remarks that I eventually gave up, tired of nagging for her own good.

Perhaps it was because I understood: Freyrie was stubborn, held firm to her own values, excelled at her work, yet remained awkward in dealing with people—overly guarded and sensitive—likely shaped by difficult experiences during her long life.

“Wait a moment.”

Now that I thought about it, Freyrie did enforce discipline firmly among the maids, but outside that circle, she maintained only a formal, polite smile.

Not the kind of warm, sincere smile, you understand—but merely courteous.

Moreover, she’d never done anything that truly damaged my honor or reputation. People simply avoided conversing with her because she was too strict.

Yet rumors spread quietly, growing rampant until not only maids but even stewards and knights found her unapproachable unless work demanded it.

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