“I apologize, but… the usual schedule for the young master and young lady is that… I… I…”
Sir Mild seemed to struggle to speak and couldn’t quite continue.
Listening carefully, I realized what he was unable to say.
Because Ellen had done so many wrong things, Marlboro and Lila’s schedules were often kept private.
So, it was normal for not only Sir Mild but also for me not to know about this schedule.
“Ah, I happened to find out. So I want to take a look, but I don’t know the place well.”
“You are going to see?”
A hint of anxiety flashed in Sir Mild’s eyes as he swallowed.
Apparently, he was anxious about what kind of trouble my lady might cause.
“Is there another rose garden here?”
“……”
“Answer me, Sir Mild.”
His Adam’s apple quivered with tension, but soon he put forth his opinion with a resigned face.
“If they’re having a tea party, wouldn’t it be in the back garden?”
“The back garden?”
“Yes, since the young lady’s friends are not nobles, if they do it, it would likely be in the pine garden by the lake.”
“……”
It seemed plausible as I listened quietly.
“Good, lead the way.”
Hesitation appeared in Sir Mild’s footsteps. Although he obeyed Ellen’s instructions without resistance, I thought he must have struggled a lot internally.
“It will take more than 10 minutes on foot. Should I prepare a horse or carriage?”
I recalled the original work.
In the original, Ellen arrives noisily in a carriage and makes everyone, except Lila, kneel before flipping the table.
‘There’s no carriage to spare for lowly beings!’ was her reason. The lowly beings Ellen referred to were Lila and her friends.
Lila was of princess origin, but in Ellen’s logic, she was just as lowly as the commoners.
‘Then I will quietly walk and talk nicely to surprise and play well with my child.’
I gestured to Sir Mild.
“No, if we go that way, it will be noisy and startling. Let’s just go.”
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When we stood at the path leading around the mansion to the back garden, we ran into two maids, each carrying a picnic basket covered with cloth.
“Ah, my lady!”
The two, startled, quickly hid their expressions and bowed to me. The picnic baskets they carried seemed quite heavy.
“Where are you going?”
“We, that is……”
They hesitated to answer. Since Lila was having a tea party, I changed the question.
“What’s in those picnic baskets?”
Again, the two maids hesitated.
“Sir Mild, go and take a look.”
Sir Mild approached the maids cautiously at my instruction and lifted the cover of the picnic basket.
Inside were a very large and appetizinglooking chocolate cake, colorful vegetables neatly arranged in egg sandwiches, steaming hot apple pie, and various kinds of cookies.
Seeing that gave me a good idea.
“These are the foods for Lila’s tea party, aren’t they?”
“What?”
Both were surprised. Their expressions seemed to ask, how did my lady know?
“Ah, I, that is……”
It was frustrating to see them continue to hesitate, probably afraid of me as the villainess.
“Can’t you answer properly?”
When I deliberately raised one eyebrow, the maids became frightened and bowed their heads.
“Yes, that’s right! My lady.”
That worked.
‘Good, it’s better than going emptyhanded……’
Bringing something would make the atmosphere softer. Especially if I deliver it myself, wouldn’t it be even more so?
Also, if I take it for them, the maids can rest a bit more.
“Good. Then hand over the basket.”
“……What?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take it instead.”
“My, my lady?”
“The, the basket must be very heavy……”
“Yes, this is something that people like us should do……”
Certainly, I will translate the passage as per your guidelines:
“It’s alright, we have Viscount Mild.”
The weather was bright, but the maids’ faces turned pale. Their unpleasant words were mixed with the sound of teeth grinding together.
I wondered why they were so afraid, but I guessed they could feel uneasy given that I was recognized as a villainess.
“You will bring it properly, won’t you?”
“……”
“Why? You don’t trust me?”
I winked at Viscount Mild.
The maids were trembling as they held out the basket to Viscount Mild who was standing in front.
“Th, th, there’s no way.”
“Th, then I’ll en, entrust it to you.”
“Alright, I asked you nicely, so you two go in and do other work.”
Though I had only offered to help, the maids looked like they had lost their country and returned to the mansion.
And the moment the heavylooking picnic baskets were handed over to Viscount Mild’s hands, they looked as light as a lie.
“Is it heavy?”
Viscount Mild smiled brightly at my question, which I asked as if testing to see.
“There’s no way. Let’s go.”
[This is the time separator]The lake’s shimmer was very beautiful, as was the garden filled with various kinds of roses in full bloom.
In the center of the garden, a natural wall formed by a cypress tree with abundant flowers tied to the pillars could be seen.
Beyond that, the chirping and laughter of the young ladies could be heard. They seemed to be having a very good time.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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