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

It was the first day in a year that my brother would return from the House of Lords. Usually in a quiet house, only today is surrounded by a lively atmosphere in Russia.

It's not that my brother himself is liked by the special servants, but in this house, where there are many people who are too serious and uninteresting, he can enjoy it enough to float around if he can do a different job than usual.

I can't pinch my mouth either because my mother makes me like it when I compartmentalize the mansion.

but. I was concerned about the boulders to hear the servants until the time of reading, which is a habit.

Regardless, they work in the main mansion of this Teresian clan without making a scene at work. If you walk around the mansion, it's obvious that they never encounter a scene where they exchange private words.

... but it still doesn't change how many obscure voices you can hear.

Close the book as you exhale. Lack of focus in a trivial voice is just an indication of my immaturity, but I can't help but follow the text because the content doesn't come into my mind.

I don't even think I can do anything else when it's up in the sky for reading, and sometimes I leave the study wondering if I'll even stroll in the garden. I'd like to avoid wasting too much time, but only today, it's a waste of time if I have to sit at my desk in front of you. It would still be better to move your body and try to change your mood.

As soon as I got out of the garden, I was about to encounter something dazzling.

There's a little one-person tea party at the garden.

Well, maybe it's good enough to sip tea in the garden. For a moment, my head tries to look at it and pretend not to look at it, but I can't ignore it when I get called out of the way saying, "I'm in a good mood, I'm in the way".

".................. what are you in the mood for"

An unexpectedly grumpy voice slips out. Nonetheless, we deliberately tilted our little necks with a pale grin like we ate people.

"Yeah? You're grumpy. Would I have done something?

and so on.

"One thing, being generous in this mansion with our faces. One thing, it's still morning, and it's pretty early. And the other thing, I remember you were supposed to be there to pick me up from my brother's school.... Why are you here, Armadea?

I poke that answer and question together in a half frustrating mood, but this child-friendly girl looks tatty that doesn't look like it at all to her year-old habits, and she says, "Well, why don't you sit down?," etc., and refers to the empty chair with his jaw.

When this happens, she doesn't try to talk unless the other person is at the table. As soon as I sat at the table with the giving up I had acquired over the years of dating, my maid, who was following her, brews tea and serves it. I'm not at all willing to forgive you.

"So, what's your big brother's welcome?"

We were supposed to pick you up on the street in front of the Academy. I think about it and ask sooner rather than later if I won't be able to make it again or if I should hurry it up somehow from now on, but at the same time I find something a little unreasonable as to why I have to rub my mind like this for Armadea.

Anyway, Teng himself, who is in a hurry, doesn't even show any panic at all, he just gracefully drinks tea.

"Armadea. You must be my brother's fiancée. Why..."

She looks at me with a enigmatic smile without moving one eyebrow, even if she mixes the condemned with her voice as much as possible.

I'm not staring, I'm looking. The inorganic gaze that seemed to see this man in Armadea was a slightly creepy vice to most humans, including my fiancé, my brother.... One thing I shouldn't say is that I struggled to fix that vice that we used to point out to each other, but I'm not convinced that she stays that way.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

I don't know what to describe it as, just bitter swallowed up definite thoughts and I turned away from Armadea's gaze.

It's no use looking at her anyway.

─ It's totally, really useless at the heart.

I can hear all the voices that don't matter like it's just a murmur, and I can see all the colors of the minds of the uninterested. Even so, I can't see or hear a single thing about this childhood tampering that I can't even think about.

"... oh, I guess I hear a lot today (...)"

Armadea, who finally opened her mouth, distorted her grin into something full of fatigue and said so in a pitiful voice.

I stare at it. She had no reason to feel sorry for me, and I didn't want to forgive her for it.

The girlfriend at the end of the glance gives a frightened look for a moment, and then a delightful grin.

I made my gaze harder. It's a terrible hobby to laugh at the feelings of people who find it unpleasant.

"No, no. It's your idea that's funny."

"... I don't know what's the difference"

"So I guess that means there's no difference for you. But it's very different for me."

This childhood tampering, which is grown up to odd times, is often said to be exactly the kind of smoke that adults commonly use.

Not that I am averse to it, but my measure is not as wide as I can make it interesting. It's not like I don't know why Armadea started saying that.

─ ─ Ning Lo, there was even certainty that I would probably understand those parts of her most empathetically.

"You don't have to worry about Radian. Somehow the Marquis Teresia tells me you don't need a welcome."

Armadea said so as she picked up the thinly flattened baked confectionery on the plate.

"What? Was my appointment changed? I didn't hear that... Still, I think it's a problem that my fiancée's home is so early, even though he's not even here."

"Hehe, now it will be. And anyway, until this year. From next year on, we'll be students at the Academy."

Her fingertips break the baked sweets. I received half of what I was told I didn't need.

From next year onwards, the Learning Institute. ─ ─ That way, you and I will never have tea again. From next year onwards, only my brother will be allowed to do so.

I fully understand that being my fiancée's brother now, being underage with each other, and having an external eye blockade called home, is just allowed implicitly.

... I shouldn't even share confectionery with her like this now. But now that I think I can only forgive you, I can't help but reach for the sweets this childhood tame offers.

Ku, and Armadea laughed, trying to ring her throat. I just had to look sideways to see a smile that just seemed fun, like it had leaked by accident.

I wake up with signs of people. As I had a hunch, there was an ancient familiar figure by the sleeping table dressed in a white coat.

"............, armadea......?

"Are you awake?"

Oh, and I exhaled when I felt my voice, which answered that voice, was rather weak.

Even though I say my age is the same, I feel very unconvinced that I am well enough to live one day and thus be required to take a nap every day, and one day and still cut up and lump the temple and come up to people's homes.

"I came to see your face, but I felt better and more relieved than I thought, Siegmund. I don't think there's a lot of people on the bunk these days."

"It doesn't change that much in just ten days. Most of the time, because you travel so often, the people at home want to put me to bed wondering if I'm going to die soon."

"Isn't a boulder a servant of the Teresian family, does a good job"

I laugh at the familiarity of ancient times when I say things that I did not do. She remains a youthful face as if time had stopped, but when she laughs that way, a wrinkle emerges in the boulder.

When her mouth unwittingly loosened, she hummed her nose.

"It's a terrible thing to laugh at a woman's wrinkles, right?

"No, um. Right. Sorry."

"... hehe, no, it's a joke. I kind of miss it. You used to say that in your heart. ……… armadea, etc. It's a very old name, because it's what you call it."

Is she putting her eyelids down so that one day she will be turning her thoughts around?

I had been watching until earlier, remembering her dreams when she was still named Armadea, and she groaned that it was something that would make anyone more nostalgic when she was older.

"That's what old people are for."

I shrug and wrinkle in her face, whining with fun.

They told me it was a bad hobby, but yeah, I still thought it was a good thing I could feel this childhood age.