I Became the Villainess’s Brother

It was a market because of it.

With frustration, I returned to Sharon territory in the Magic Carriage.

Why, meet Riley - Weimar or something?

I just went to buy a bead accessory that said I like Prince Huddle.

During the summer vacation, you were going to buy a bunch of bead accessories and match them with Prince Huddle?

And yet, if you can't find any good accessories at all and you think it's a little good, more importantly, Langley and Riley are the ones selling it.

There were servants out there, but it's not the kind of accessories they could wear, is it?

... the design, though, was very beautiful.

There were a few open stores for accessories, but the most beautiful ones were definitely Langley's and Riley's.

I would have bought it if those two weren't involved.

Besides, that servant.

Blonde hair and......

In remembrance I shake my head in haste.

Returning sufficiently early to his chamber, a servant rushed after him.

"Lady Lydia, what the hell is going on?"

A servant stopped me from behind, but I was unwilling to respond.

I go in and shut the door so that I may escape into the room.

I want you to be alone for a while.

... How could there be that woman?

I slowly think of the abominable faces I see in the market.

Clear yellow-green eyes are impressive as gems and unforgettable.

A face burning in my memory and a very similar facial girl.

... I was about the same age.

Though Riley interrupted me and I couldn't even ask for my name.

Oh, no.

No, you're not.

I could have asked if I wanted to.

I just didn't want to hear it.

I don't even need to hear the name of the maid of the Weimar family.

Yeah, yeah.

It's none of my business.

It has nothing to do with it, but...

I fall into bed with a deep sigh.

Embrace the pillow and try to calm your mind but you can't calm down.

I know it sounds like someone else.

'Cause what I saw was a grown woman, much older than that girl.

Besides, hair color was different.

The woman in the picture I saw that day had brown hair.

It would be a woman with mediocre hair color everywhere, nothing like that.

It's not enough.

But...

I embrace the pillow harder.

Remembering that day.

◇ ◇

My daily routine when I was young.

That was going to your father's study.

"Oh, please, Lydia and me."

And when I say that, and I ask my servant to open the door of the study, your father stops at work and laughs and lifts me up.

"My little princess, what are you going to play with today?

"I wish I could stay with your father."

Your father is very busy.

But I wanted to be with my favorite father, so I always let him sit on his lap.

Your father drops his eyes on the paperwork as he strokes my head.

Now I think it would have been very much in the way of my job.

But your father never once threw me out of the study.

I also took classes from numerous tutors as a courtesan of the Count's house, so were we together for about an hour at best?

And then, it's about mealtime to see you.

So I tried my best to study and hope that the class would be finished as soon as I could.

Because if you finish early, I can stay with your father for that matter.

I didn't like your mother.

Your father and mother are so-called political marriages.

It was a marriage between the same Counts, but your mother was in a difficult condition to flatter with a father of high pride and serene character.

By the time you get your mind on it, the relationship between the two of you is chilled out, and it's just a relationship to say a formal greeting to each other, even if they're face-to-face.

My face was said to resemble my beautiful mother well, but the color of my hair is my father's ceded blonde hair.

My hair, which is golden and very similar to your father's, also seemed irritating to your mother when she looked at it, and even a minor failure made her angry.

Because of that situation, I was with my father more often than my mother, who had a tough character.

And that day of fate.

"Oh, please don't bother today."

I said so and waited in front of the study, as usual.

But no matter how long you wait, the door won't open.

Wondering, I opened the door myself.

Think about it, I should have stayed here.

But I wanted to see your father, and I walked straight into the study.

"Good day?

The study is quiet and doesn't make a single sound.

I could see at a glance that no one was there.

I'm sure your father is going to King's Capital.

I'm usually a father working in a Sharon's mansion, but I work in the Royal Palace a few times a month.

On those days, servants were bound to tell us, but that day, nothing in particular was said.

I'm sure you forgot your message.

I sat in the chair where my father was always sitting, feeling lonely.

The large, plump brown chair was soft as a couch and rested as if it were on your father's lap.

For a while, I was just sitting there, but I got bored and interested in your father's desk drawer.

A fine study desk that felt the warmth of a tree was unlocked, as if it were normal for me to do so.

Usually, drawers are locked.

I've seen your father call you before, so I'm pretty sure.

But at that time, it was open for some reason.

That was evidence that your father had left the study in a hurry, but I didn't know it was young.

I didn't have any particular doubts about it being open and pulled the drawer.

Some of the properly tidy drawers contained feather pens and ink kettles that your father usually used, as well as glass pens.

The glass pen is very beautiful with small yellow green demon gems and embedded blue demon gems.

But I've never seen your father use this pen.

I always use the feather pen my mother gave me.

Beautiful, so I tried to pull the drawer bigger as I wanted to see where this glass pen was also used.

But I pulled too far.

The drawer I pulled out trying to look in the back fell off my desk to the floor rattled and the contents scattered.

Fortunately, the carpet laid on the floor absorbed the sound and didn't make a loud noise.

I hurried out of my chair, and I picked up my desperate, scattered trinkets on the floor.

Fortunately, nothing seemed to have cracked.

But...

Bottom of a dropped drawer.

That's what was off.

It was double-bottomed and a piece of paper came out of it.

The paper was a photograph.

It was one woman in the picture.

Wearing the Sharon family servant clothes, he has a gentle grin.

He was a very beautiful man with yellow-green eyes.

Just like a demonic gemstone embedded in a glass pen.

But why was it in the desk drawer so that it could be hidden under it?

After all, I didn't get it.

"Yes. You hid it in there..."

I looked back when I heard a voice in the lid.

"Oh, my God?

It's your mother.

When did you come into the study?

Mother is staring at my hand without expression.

My hazel eyes were deliberately narrowed.

"Give it to me."

Your mother's hand was stretched out to the picture I have.

"Oh, my God, no, that's your..."

"Shut up!

The pain ran on my cheeks in a bash.

My mother slapped me with a fan.

Scared, hurt, and I looked up at your mother.

But Mother stared at the photograph in her hand and cast her magic more than I did in tears.

The photograph burned twinkly from her mother's fingertips to be licked by the flames that lit her, turning to ashes and disappearing.

Even if your mother walks away, I can't move from there.

"Oops, sorry, sorry..."

Why did your mother do this?

I had no idea.

I just know that what your father cared about was destroyed.

I kept apologizing to my father for not being in the room as I gathered the pictures that had been turned into ashes......

◇ ◇

"... it's a bad memory."

I don't even want to remember, but I can't forget.

Since that day.

Your mother has become more harsh on me.

The number of tutors has increased, and the time available to meet your father is almost gone.

That day, your father came home late at night and wouldn't scold me for knowing what was going on.

I went into the study on my own, and because of it, I lost my picture.

I still don't know who the woman in that picture was.

He was wearing servant clothes, so I guess he worked for the Sharon family.

... Yes, I do.

Servicewear.

The blonde girl at the market was wearing servant clothes.

There should be no early change in servant clothing between the Weimar and Sharon families.

So it just seemed similar.

I'm sure, yeah.

But I want to avoid the Weimar family's tea party as much as I can.

Especially since I don't want to go with your mother.

If you look closely, I'm sure it's different, but if your mother sees a girl very similar to the woman in that picture, what happens?

I don't even want to imagine.

Originally, there was little interaction in the same Count house.

If we don't go to the tea party, we'll never see that girl again, will we?

Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.

And I lay down the pillow that I was holding, and arose out of the bed.

Anxiety doesn't go away, but it's something you can't help thinking about.

Yeah, yeah.

It's useless.

I shake my head and change my mind.

Summer break is still there.

We didn't get Prince Huddle and matching bead accessories, but we can make them, can't we?

Let the best craftsmen make it out of luxury beads and it will have a finer and nicer finish than the Langleys.

There was nothing to look for in the market.

Though I heard Prince Huddle took care of the lease that was sold on the market, so he went to the market.

In the end, I couldn't find a water leash.

I open the door of the room and speak to the servant who was waiting outside.

Oh, you look slightly relieved.

I wonder if he looked that bad.

I only speak a little, embarrassed and thoughtful.

"I'd like you to arrange an artisan. Yes, a craftsman is fine. Then..."

By the end of the summer vacation, you will surely have great accessories.

Phew, look at you, Riley!

I'll dress you up and go to school with a nice, perfect bead accessory than you guys.

Prince Huddle must fall back in love with me.

I wonder how many of them I'll make.

Necklace?

Bracelet?

Well, maybe both.

I turn my attention to accessories as best I can.

Thus, the matter of the blonde girl was sealed in the depths of her heart.