Eleonora spoke after she was one year old. It is the result of judging from her memory of her previous life that it is time to say something.
"Pie"
A big baby who was slightly creepy like a doll said a smile and words, and the nurses were agonized by dyeing their cheeks. I can't help laughing adorably with a horribly well-dressed face.
A nurse hugs her and cheeks.
(Ola, I ate the pie quickly.)
"Pie, pie!
Eleonora was going to sue for pie.
"Dear Eleonora, I don't have any more milk. Now, let's have dinner in a little while. Let's eat delicious milk and bread."
No, it's not about the milk! It's about eating pie!
"Pie, pie!
"I don't have any boobs anymore."
(That's right, I can't tell you.... but when I think about it, because it's a baby, you don't know that I'm eating pie. Ola, that was stupid!
Eleonora reflected deeply on how delicious and shallow she was.
And when she was able to walk alone, she began to speak a slightly longer sentence.
Haraheh, just...
The nurses, who couldn't understand what Harahettada meant, smiled that they still couldn't speak well.
"Oh, Eleonora. You're a good talker."
"Nh!
The nurses, who never thought they were speaking accented words, loved Eleonora as much as angels. Abnormally well heard and selfish at all. Some people thought this was creepy, but because it was too big and easy to take care of, there was nothing to report to the butler or the maid in charge.
And even the parents I see occasionally don't realize it's unusual.
(My father and mother are nobles. I don't want to stain a beautiful bed.
Eleonora kept a certain distance from her parents. I don't rush.
And in the early fall of Eleonora's second birthday, her mother Emilia fell ill. The maid takes her to Emilia's bedroom and shouts at her lying mother as she marvels at the large covered bed she sees for the first time.
"Mom, are you okay?
Emilia looks at her daughter with a suspicious look. Eleonora's face resembled neither her parents nor her deceased father's grandmother. She must have remembered something, and her mother turned to her for hate.
"I didn't want to get married like this. I didn't want to have children with such a man. Oh, I don't want to see the same face as that damn mother-in-law. Get her out of the room!
Eleonora felt deeply sympathetic when she saw her mother screaming hysterically.
(My face resembles that of my aunt. Poor Mama. My wife snored at me so badly. Even in the village where Ola was born, there was a mean woman.
"Ola, I'm going home. Sleep slowly, Mother."
That being said, Eleonora left the room with the maid.
This will be the last farewell to your mother in this world.
Late that autumn, Emilia, her mother, died. Eleonora knows that her father, who has not seen her for a long time at the funeral, is not particularly sad and that this marriage was not a happy one for her deceased mother.
(Mother, I'm still young. Poor thing. Next time you'll be happy.
Eleonora drops a tear when she puts a rose in her coffin that she liked her mother.
(Mom, Mom. Ola's mother. Mom, Ola, I'm sorry you look like your aunt. Mom, you're going to be happy in heaven.
And less than a month after the funeral, her late wife Anna and her daughter Sofia came to the mansion.
(Father, you can do anything as fast as you want.
"Eleonora, your new mother, Anna and her sister, Sofia."
If you listen to me in silence, you'll see that Sofia, who thought she was the stepmother's stepchild, is the child of her father. They ignored the presence of Eleonora and spoke flusteredly, so they could know what the relationship was.
Apparently, her stepmother was her father's oldest lover, but she broke up crying because her personality didn't match.
(No, say goodbye, eh? It's not like me for six months. I have a sister)
"It's hard to see Eleonora with the same hair color as me."
The stepmother, Anna, is Emilia, who passed away.
"Don't worry. From now on, you're my only wife. Eleonora will be transferred to the annex."
Eleonora was supposed to live in a separate building, but while she was happy, she eventually lived in a small distance.
As part of the harassment process, she is trained as a very demanding tutor, but she is willing to learn and appreciates it.
(Be smart like Ham. I'll study a lot too!
However, no matter how hard he tried to correct his words, the teacher who threw the sage finally forbade him to speak freely.