I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

"Dear Eliza, it's time for dinner."

I was surprised to hear from you.

I've been in my room all afternoon cleaning up paperwork, but before I realized it, I seemed too enthusiastic. I felt a dull sensation on my back and neck when I raised my face. He worked without shaking his eyes for a long time. When I saw the candle, which remained lit all the time because it was a bleak winter, it was much shorter.

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Ortensio."

It was Mrs. Ortencio, the nanny (nurse), who stood in front of the door and called me. They're not coming out of the room. They're here to get me. It seemed like it was already completely dark outside and the lamp was held in her hand. The lights on the lamp reflected in Madame's eyes, shaking them loosely.

"I'll be right there"

I gently put the feather pen back in the pen so that the ink wouldn't jump or zero, and then I got up.

Mrs. Ortensio then enters the room and makes me wear a robe instead of a jacket. In the room, the temperature is maintained by the fireplace and the heating function that pumps in the warm air in the fireplace, but that is not the case in the hallway.

"... Dear Eliza"

Mrs. Hortensio opens her mouth at the end of the tie on the collar of the robe. Smiling loosely, she peered into my eyes with a gentle look.

"What is it?

"You are very fine. I am committed to being a lord, and I am well served."

The lady takes my hand and wraps it up with both hands. I still smiled back at my gaze looking back and spinning the words slowly as I could tell.

"But before that, Master Eliza is also one child. You are wrong to treat yourself as an adult just because your position is no different from that of an adult."

That's exactly, like leaving it to the kids.

"... I can't"

Squeeze with bitter thoughts. Mrs. Ortensio's words are as warm and soft as the wild winds of spring. He comes into my dry, cracked heart.

That's why it's painful. Horrible. I even feel like I want to take my matching gaze off my stomach.

Firewood from the fireplace made a high noise with the pussy and blew it up.

But Mrs Ortensio does not distract from me, as it did not go into her ears at all.

"No. You must acknowledge and treat yourself as a child"

Quite clearly. Madame's eyes should still be gentle, but powerful. That's what scares me.

"Dear Eliza, Indeed, I was instructed by the Earl of Teresia to treat you as an adult. But you are a child. I am convinced that Eliza continues to suffer because no one will admit to Eliza as a child."

"... please stop"

Giri, and his back teeth ring.

Don't listen, there is a screaming presence in the back of my head that says nothing more to this woman.

I can't breathe. I feel like I'm neck-tightened with soft cotton.

"No one in this mansion has, unfortunately, raised a child. So we all don't know how to make Eliza easier. The one who treated Eliza as a child is gone."

Mrs. Ortensio's tone became a familiar and shattered one. She was wrapping my hands. With both hands, now wrapping my shoulders.

No, I really don't think so. Behind my head, a scream bursts.

I want to get out of here. I think so, but I couldn't move a single step. Her arms softly enveloped me as the roots grew. It was like handling broken goods.

"You can still be sweet to people."

The words whispered in my ear also gave my brain a sweet paralysis like a thick honey.

It smells fluffy, sweet and gentle, like milk warmed from Madame. My skin, which touches the warmth of human skin, wants to melt in love with its temperature.

If I lean against the shoulder of the lady in front of me, pulling strength from her body.

This is violence, I thought. There is an irresistible warmth there. There was a completely different world in and out of my arms.

The back of the lid has heat. The back of my throat hurts terribly - hot, painful.

"... Dear Eliza? Are you crying?

Bo, and. At the same time Mrs. Ortensio's hand strokes and rubs my back so that the lukewarm water accumulated on the edge of the lower lid is decimated and zero.

"Please stop."

Still, I couldn't just snooze like that.

"Please let me go, Mrs. Ortensio"

I pressed Madame's shoulder with both hands at the same time as I said. I could see that her eyes were slightly surprised and then colored with pity.

My heart is making loud noises. So intense that I think it will burst even now.

Covering his eyes with his sleeve, he lowered back so that he could relax. Mrs. Ortensio's arms do not hold me back. Falling back until my back hit my desk lightly, I gradually felt a strange relief.

"... go to the dining room first. I'll be with you soon."

I can hear Mrs. Ortensio throwing up, a gentle sigh.

"I will do as you say. But never forget what I said."

One last word of that, with all the footsteps, the signs turn away. Strength fell out of his body and sat on the spot as he drifted.

My hands tremble.

You're fighting a different fear than that sweet temptation.

How could I have rejected Mrs Ortencia's words?

He was desperately biting to death that he was about to cry over conflicting emotions. Still, in the back of my head, there was me telling myself this was good.