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

It's starting to snow out the window. It's not a good time to say that I'm about to get rid of my job for today.

I retreat the reading stone I was putting on the paperwork instead of the heavy stone, and I just attracted my next job, and speaking of which, I stare at a chunk of glass in my hand.

Beautiful glass with little impurities is a luxury item, and each of these little pieces is worth much more than a single piece of windowsill, but I came up with a good thing.

"Dear Eliza, what is wrong with you?

"Ah...... no. Nothing, Mrs. Mareshan."

He is called out and drops the reading stone into his sleeve disguised as the wind of nothing. I was lucky not to be noticed.

As always, the replacement of the female officer at work was Mrs. Mareshan's role.

As for the lack of study yet, it is also comforting to have a wife where her voice can be heard immediately. Being a teacher competent enough to be recognized by the Earl of Teresia, she is a talented woman with a wide range of fields, and because of her quick head rotation, the response when asked about something is fast and accurate.

The lady was leaning her neck towards me staring at the reading stone, but without the wind she cared so much about, she goes back to the paperwork at hand. Apparently, they're looking at a composition written by two Elise. Mrs. Mareshan has taken on the education of the children living in the Golden Hill Hall in one hand.

I put my gaze back on my job, too.

Look through the reports and applications from the remaining leaderships, simplify the necessary parts and draw up the extracted documents to write down the signatures. Subsequently, a purchase order or the like is written up in conjunction therewith, and a signature is also made thereon.

All I have to do is put this together and submit it to the Earl of Teresia. If there's no flaw, I'll keep going.

Holes are drilled and stringed through every relevant document, and today's desk work is finally over. I stretch a lot, but my back, which is a flexible child's body, can't make a sound while I work with my posture.

"Are you done?

Mrs. Mareshan slowly pulled the hem of the dress and came to the side. She has never sleeved in tunic and Dharmatica costumes in the Yugfena region before. Always in a plain monochromatic dress with a stuffed collar.

"Yes, I'm fine. How's the lady?

"I'm done too."

It was Mrs. Mareshan, who smiled back elegantly, but she clouded her expression and dropped her gaze into the bundle of paper at hand. Did either or both Elise do poorly?

"Um... how's the squire apprenticeship you left to me? Are you learning your wife's teachings properly?

"Huh? Yeah... I'm so glad."

Mrs. Mareshan nods bewildered by the abrupt question that you did not expect me to ask you that. But the lady continued her words spookily.

"I just don't seem to get into much these days...... I'm working hard, but it seems like something else is bothering me."

"Something else..."

Reminds me of Latka's face when I was relative the other day. My expression changed when I twirled surprisingly in less than a moment: a frightened face, a worried face, a spicy face, a dark face conceived of anger...

Is Latka also heartbroken by the way I did, as my heart is pitifully weakened?

"Viscount Elise, too, seems to be having a lot of seizures these days and getting anxious. Elise, a squire apprentice, may be worried about that."

"… I hear you"

This is also a painful story in my ear. I told Latka I was going to pay her a visit and in the end I am running away from the hall before that.

Mrs. Mareshan looked me in the eye every time she told me something, even though she didn't know what was going on between me and Latka. But in the end, without leaking a word, he lowers his gaze.

I'm sure you want to tell me to do something about it. Maybe he wanted to ask what happened, even if it wasn't that far.

But she doesn't step that far.

Mrs. Mareshan is a female tutor (Gavanez). Of the large number of families, only the tutor moves to another house for work after work.

So she doesn't try to get into the problem of the minds of the inhabitants of the Golden Hill Hall. That became even more pronounced as the number of inhabitants increased.

It therefore seems ironic to me now that her side of the hall is most reassuring.

"Ah, welcome back, Miss Eliza!

"I'm home."

On days when you do not participate in the training of the leadership, once you return to the simple village of the new inhabitants for lunch or to do the work that is assigned to the tent where you are staying, you will then turn back to the hall and become an archdeacon of martial arts.

"Eliza, aren't you tired at work?

"It was starting to snow, isn't it cold?

"It's a little wet! Come on, Stove."

Upon entering the tent, several children stopped by as they were en route. Someone among them took my hand and pulled it to the central stove as he spoke to me verbally.

"Oh, I'm fine. I got a ride from Laswiwok today."

"Raswiwok is Eliza's friend the Scale-Winged Wolf."

Raswiwok, as soon as I gave my name, the children stood up. I think we talked about Raswiwok as far as we could during the inspection, but he remembered.

"Yes, in Arxia, we call them werewolf dragons."

"Are you still there?

"I'm here. Waiting outside the tent."

Apparently the kids are intrigued by the werewolf dragon and cheered so much that I pointed to the entrance to the tent.

"I want to see!

"I thought I'd say. It's cold out there, so can I call you."

"Yeah!"

I remember the smile in my curious eyes and the area around my chest is slightly warmer. The straightness of it dazzles me, and I'm very jealous.

It was the way of mind I couldn't have. It shines far into Ratka, who grew up in a distorted way, or Elise, who was born sick and weak.

Claudia overlapped with them like that. She is a girl with upright sexual roots, unlikely as a nobleman.

That's how I realized. When Claudia first came to this realm, I was a little bad at her. So tired of her behavior all the time.

In retrospect, maybe that was the flip of envy. I can never be like these children, nor can I be like Claudia.

It's good to be out of the hall, I sincerely think.

I envy them. But I can honestly admit now that unlike them, I can never be like them.

Knowing who I think I am is what I need to do to solve my distortions.