Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

Al, hurry up and get ready for the carriage.

"Yes, ma'am"

Tell that to Alfred, the butler who was waiting in front of my room, and try to enter the room in a different way.

But I stopped the surprise move in Al's hand, which had been stretched out unexpectedly.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Something leafy in your hair..."

Yeah, it must have come from earlier when I was looking for a cat.

"Thank you. Would you take it?

"... Yep"

I almost embarrassed myself when I went to school with a leaf on my hair. Al is a really attentive butler.

He only cleverly takes the leaves so Al doesn't touch his hair.

"Then ask for a carriage. You're gonna be late."

"... are you headed to school?

What are you talking about, this butler?

Al with this strange look opens his mouth to the look on my face that seems suspicious.

"The leaves were on your hair, so I was wondering if you'd be taking a bath today instead of heading to school anymore... Because you hated it when leaves were always just dirty to touch your hair."

what?... what is that?

I don't pull myself apart, not too much of my lady coming out of Al's mouth.

The memory of the first time is already vague... The second time I was even adultery regardless of people, and the third time I wasn't even trying to be a lady.

I could have been such an impatient young lady...

I am exposed to a very embarrassing past that I forgot about myself, and I am attacked by shame that I cannot do anything about. I wonder what you would have said... ku, black, black inferiority?

That said, it's the first time I'm going for it. No matter how embarrassing and stupid the act may be, you should probably act as Al says...

But not today. That kid's transferring in today, so you can't take a break from school.

"And lady, it's hard to say, but my hair is all tangled up. They seem to have a little bit of sand on them..."

Yeah, that must be because I got caught up in the implant earlier, too.

Al's silent gaze hurts. I guess you don't believe what the hell you were doing.

Which mouth could I say, such as sticking my head in an implant and playing with a cat? I'm not such a character for the first time.

She seems like a lady, and I wonder how I can get through this so that I can get to school without this story. Then, I saw a litter left on the mirror bench in the room.

Disgusting memorabilia. When I see that one, my throat area is going to be cramped... But now it looked like the Savior.

Leaving Al watching with his exploring eyes at the entrance to the room, I walk to the mirror table with a grasp.

Then he grabbed the hammer with his left hand, and when he grabbed his hair with his right hand, he put the hammer in without hesitation.

"Lady!?

Turn your face bright blue and throw your cut hair in the trash, side by side with Al raising his surprise voice. At any rate, when this time is over, it will go back to normal. I didn't even give up my life. I don't need my hair anymore.

"Dirty hair with leaves, that's the same thing I washed."

"But, lady,"

"You do your job faster than that. I don't need a foolish, blunt servant."

"Eh!... Yes, sir."

Looking cold at me, Al swallowed his words for a long time, giving him a grace and then turning back on his heels and leaving.

It's a waste of time to drop Al off his back, and I turn back to the mirror. He's a brilliant butler, so he won't need to worry about anything extra.

Praised as divine and beautiful, the silver blonde is sarcastically rocking around her shoulders without the earliest shadows to see.

Hmm, maybe a little too much. Though it's good to have been able to make the story aye, I reflect a little as I look at my hair in the mirror.

I meant to make a short-circuited lady out of it, but this could make me a lady who runs oddly rather than an impatient lady.... failed.

"But if you have short hair, your shoulders should be light."

Never before have I cut my hair so short, I was very surprised.

Looking in the mirror, I gently shaped my hair with a pair of tweezers. On the third occasion, the maid I became friends with taught me how to cut my hair.

I also tried to cut the forehead, which was usually tied together in the back, to an extent that was not visible to me. You look younger than I usually am and very fresh.

Fix the whole thing and circle around in front of the mirror to confirm.

Strangely enough, I didn't say that the hair I cut properly was this haircut from the beginning.

"I wonder if this is also the power of fate..."

I may not be fit for it, such as a lady who has bulky hair and dislikes it.

I worry about what to do with both sides of the left loose wavy, but it doesn't look so bad either, so I'll leave it like this.

"Come on, we need to get ready for school."

Switch heads and change into uniforms.

I usually have my maids curl my hair and tie it with a ribbon, but from today on I don't need that anymore either.

After a little trouble, I finished preparing to tie that ribbon like a kachusha to my shortened hair.

Normally, thanks to the shorter time spent on my hair, I rather ended my support at my leisure.

How wonderful!! I leave the room thinking my short hair is going to become a habit.

"Lady, what's your hair like today... HI NO!!

A maid who was holding back outside the room screams when she sees me. That attitude, as if you've even seen it in the haunts, is a little... no, not quite rude?

"As you can see, you don't have to help me today."

"Yes, no"

"And you, even if you are a servant of the Wellbelsley family, change your attitude more. I can't believe you put your mind in such a blatant manner in front of your employer."

"Oh, but I'm sorry, ma'am"

"A maid is something that works calmly no matter what. Your father would be ashamed if he ever showed such pity in front of you."

"Yes... lady..."

"And if that happens, even you won't be blamed. Remember your liver for my home and for yourself."

To the words, the maid who had leaned down until then looked up.

I wonder what's wrong. No matter how many employers, could I have stomached being complained about by such a little girl?

I stared at the maid for a while, but the maid didn't open her mouth and just stared at me, so I decided to leave her alone.

"... I'll be there. Al."

"Yes, ma'am."

Walk down the calling hallway to Al, who had refrained as well. I still felt the maid's gaze on my back, but ignore it.

It is depressing that all the different servants will see this one twice with a bright blue face.

I do know that in some lands it is very problematic for women to cut their hair.

We also know that there are people in this mansion who have some old ideas who have said that.

But in this country, the Queen's hair is short, and it is not uncommon for some noble ladies to have hair as long as mine today.

Not even the first time I had that idea that a woman shouldn't cut her hair.

Still, I've been growing my hair ever since simply because he told me he liked this hair.

I was stretching my hair because he praised me for being beautiful and beautiful… just for him.

"Well, it must have been my solitude,"

Pounding and squeaking in the carriage to school.

'Cause he didn't look at me till the end. My voice, it didn't reach me.

Ma'am, we're here.

The door opens with a voice from outside the carriage.

Al waiting for me to come down beside the door, I can't feel the earlier upset any more dust. That's the Wellbellsley family's proud butler.

Off the gaze of Al, he looks up at a huge soaring studio. The more you mistakenly see it as a castle, the more flamboyant it is.

Emoldauk School. A special school that brings together only the leading nobles, even in the country I go to.

It is a noble place where civilians and others are not even allowed to step in.

"Then I'll go. Please finish cleaning your room by the time you get back."

"Roger that. Lady, welcome aboard."

Speak up to Al, then walk out toward the school building.

I cut my hair in the room, so it's going to be amazing. I apologize to the cleaning servants... let's think and act more next time.

So I decided to look up at the clock tower and check the time.

This time will make it. I hurry to the front door of the school building.

It's like a sunroom with big windowpanes embedded in it. There, students can only be seen neglectfully, partly because of the time being a little slow.

This is where the power comes from. Take a deep breath and I'll step into it.

Two, three steps, I go ahead with my legs so as to dampen the anxiety that boils in my chest.

Dong-woo.

I accidentally get hit by something from behind and my body leans.

(Damn, you're still here!!)

I guess my fall here is also the earliest planned harmony. I was ready but couldn't rebuild my attitude and I roll straight to the hard ground.

"Hawawawawah, I'm sorry!!

I wake my body up to such a sweet voice and turn around, like tea thrown in thirty squares of sugar, like I'm losing my strength.

I have eyes for her... moisturizing her pretty, peachy, many-round eyes, and look at this one, Esther Monroe, with all the culprits.

"Wow, I'm not a butterfly lady anymore..."

She shrugged in a small voice. I don't know what you mean.

I don't mind the strange look on my face, she makes excuses when she squeezes in closer.

She said she was in a hurry on the first day of the transfer, or that she was out of line with someone who was guiding her through the school building and couldn't figure out the way.

I'm angry no matter how many times I hear it. Can't you apologize more sincerely, this kid? I take a big, deep breath and open my mouth as I indulge in the anger that smokes in my chest.

"You! You don't know who I am!!

Block Esther's words from continuing to speak to herself like a machine gun, and I'll say it out loud.

The students who were worried about how this one was doing around me also cringe at my voice.

"I'm Amelia Wellbellsley! You must know what will happen to me with these eyes!!

The tranquility strikes the area like it hit the water for a moment, but at the next moment the surrounding voice is purposefully louder at once.

I don't know, it didn't get so noisy before. From all around, I can even hear my hair having hair.

"Oh, even if it looks different, the contents are a circle..."

Zanen. I pick up the pompous and zero Esther voice, confused by the stiffness around me.

Circumference? Too bad? What is this kid saying from earlier...

I saw several students rushing in from the other side as I tried to force the suspicions that sprang up in my chest and throw more words at Esther.

"What a fuss. Classes are about to start!

In the face of the rush, the yellow voices of the girls around me rise. Oh, the student council guys were coming, weren't they?

Yes, when I bumped into her here, these people were bound to show up.

There is a student council in this school. But it's only a name for this student union, in fact, it's a consideration from the school side to attract all students who are well-behaved and talented, and give them special treatment.

It's commonly known as the White Rose Party, where white roses usually gather in blooming salons and enjoy tea.

All the members are the sons of a nobleman with top class power, good face, good family, smart and to the students… they are principally very popular with the girls students.

My brother and fiancée also belong to this student council. I don't see my fiancée now, but I do see my brother Leon.

You're looking at me with a hugely surprised face, but I haven't seen your brother's face like that in years.... Your brother today is fresh with all kinds of expressions.

But I remember the student council rushing around where she cried so hard, but I think it was fast this time. Is it because it was noisier than before?

"No, that's what my hair... belongs to Master Wellesley..."

"My hair, my circle... my temporal mutation..."

Along with the voices of the students around me, the face-to-face gaze of the student council gathers to me.... to my head, to be exact. What the hell...

"Huh? Is that Miss Wellbellsley?

A tall orange-haired young man points at me as surprised. He is certainly in the same grade, Scott McGregor, secretary of the student council.

I'm angry with that attitude, so I'm going to point the gaze at Scott, who was pointing at Esther, and complain thoughtfully.

"What a mess. Dear Mr. McGregor, I wonder if your house teaches you to point your finger at an approximate lady."

I'll raise my jaw and laugh at you with my nose like I made a fool of myself.

Scott, who saw it, lowered the finger he was pointing at me as he drew his cheeks down.

"... seriously, it's Miss Wellbellsley"

"No, but your lady's right about that now. You're the bad one, Scott."

"Ugh, no, that's... that's right"

In response, he nodded at Arthur Alston, a first-grade senior with glasses in black hair, who serves as student council accountant.

"You don't care about that. What do you mean, Amelia Wellesley?"

Cold voice frozen in a deliberate place. My brother approaches me with a look that in an instant makes everyone talk. What do you think of calling my sister's name by last name?

He wraps his tongue around my brother, looking at you as if nothing had happened at all, even though you looked surprised until earlier.

In his sensitive eyes, I guess it's reflected in a scene called Esther with crouched tears and me yelling at her. You're absolutely right.

"Nothing like this, either. That kid hit me. It's like an impolite, abandoned civilian. I couldn't seem to apologize, so I was just trying to teach you how to be polite."

Not even frightened by my brother's absolute zero-degree gaze, I say as I flutter up the long hair left on the side. My brother narrows his gaze further into the words and turns away from me. Like I said I don't even want you in my sight anymore.

"... Really? Then we'll take on the student council. Amelia Wellbellsley, go to class."

That's what my brother said, he got rid of me and crouched in beside her. This is where she and the student council, my fiancée, get along.

I am blind to my brother and Esther and walk straight out to the classroom.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, it's embarrassing, but it's inside me... and it's bothering you..."

From behind, I hear your brother speaking to Esther in such a gentle voice as I have never heard.

Grasp my fist tightly and walk on my fast feet until I can't hear it.

Unexpectedly, when I noticed the warm Shizuku coming through my hand and lifted my arm, red blood was dripping from my sleeve.

Apparently, when I bumped into him earlier, the cat caught me with an open wound.

"It hurts..."

Think as you wrap your arms around it and wipe your blood with a handkerchief.

Is the chest pain caused by this wound? By the time this wound is blocked, will this chest have stopped hurting?

I chewed my back teeth off that it was my weakness, even though I knew there was no such thing, and I just waited for that emotion to settle down.

"So let's head to the staff room for now"

To a girl named Esther, Leon offered her a stand up hand.

"Oh, thank you..."

Esther dyes her cheeks adorably and gets up when she takes her hand.

I look at it, thinking it's really cute. I don't like touching women, so I'm just watching them interact.

"Yes, use this! And Arthur, get out of the way!

Scott gives her a handkerchief from behind me.

Sure, she has moist eyes, but no tears.

She leans her neck wondering what it means, too.

"Huh? 'Cause you're hurt, right? Look, there..."

On the floor that Scott pointed to, a couple of drops of blood.

She shakes her neck to the side with a decent look, though Esther looks surprised to see if Wellbellsley's warrant has even reached her hand.

"No, I'm not kidding."

"Yes!? Then what is it? It's horror."

Scott and Esther are laughing at each other tilting their necks strangely.

Looking at those two, one possibility surfaced in my mind, but I shook my head and jumped thinking that it wouldn't be there.

If she could scratch herself, she would be angry as if it were a blaze. That's the kind of kid who uses the power of the house to retaliate.

I can't imagine you pulling back so hard.

So I conclude, and I turn my eyes to Fu Leon.

He stared at the bloodstain with a rugged face.