The absurd quest notification made me forget the situation instantly.
Please pull this sweet potato out by the root!
Blow away a Cider Soda:
Condition: Feed Clatier with cider
Reward: 2000 Cash
Quest Failed Penalty: Reincarnation Buff Off
Sniff, what is it?
âWhy does the strange quest window smell familiar to me?â
I think I wrote a similar comment in my previous life.
My soul as a reader of Rofan, stimulated by the quest content, cried out.
âYeah, thatâs right! I have to break all the sweet potatoes! Cider! Cider!â
[You have accepted the request.]
âYou realize now that you canât say anything.â
Clatier, who misunderstood firmly that I was silent from shock when in reality I was checking the quest, smiled proudly.
âIt was good to see you even if you were reluctant. After all, I should teach you one by one like thi-â
âHey.â
Clatierâs smiling face hardened.
âDi-did you just say that to me?â
âSo who else is here besides you?â
âYou, how dare youâŚ!â
Clatier was white and trembled as if she had heard an insult that she never heard of.
âHas your head gone wrong? You forgot who I am?â
Clatier stared at me with fierce eyes and an emotionally distorted face.
âIâve never seen that look before.â
I pretended to be relaxed and leaned against the armrests.
âGive me strength! All female leadsâ cider bombs!â
âWell, I havenât even started ignoring you properly yet?â
When I said that with a smile similar to a female leads, Clatier laughed vainly.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Did you eat something bad?â
âI canât believe you ate something bad. Itâs a problem because you eat so well.â
Clatier paused and looked at me.
The green eyes slowly scanned me from top to bottom.
She immediately smiled and twisted her lips as if she knew something.
âOh~ you donât understand the topic because the Duke treated you well and dressed you nicely?â
Clothes? Why are you talking about clothes all of a sudden?
âI felt sorry for you, so my uncle did you a favor. You shouldnât think of goodwill as a right. Itâs not yours.â
Listening to the admonishing remarks, I slowly got a feeling.
âWhat, so Iâm wearing better clothes than you, so you got into a fight as soon as you saw me?â
Thatâs absurd.
âItâs just being pitied, but you shouldnât be mistaken. Everyone hates it if you behave like this.â
âWhen the hell did I ever get stuck up?â
âYou didnât even know that. Oh, my dad was right, too.â
Clatier shook her head and sighed.
âHe said you were a kid who would take for granted if you were given special treatment. Thatâs why you have to work to feed yourself.â
Clatierâs expression was confident.
âBut my dadâs education didnât work.â
As if he were saying the truth, as if he were teaching me a lesson.
âYouâre going to get hated and kicked out by my uncle?â
I canât believe you canât find a shade on your face when you think of abuse as education.
Clatier saw it all.
The fact that I couldnât eat a meal properly.
When her father kicked me out without a coat in the winter.
When I fell down while cleaning a statue that was taller than me.
When I couldnât lie down straight because my calf was hit by the Marquis.
They saw everything.
And they used to whisper to me.
âOh, poor thing. Iâd like to give you some snacks I have left, but thereâs nothing free in life. There is nothing I can do. Itâs your fault. Cheer up.â
With a very, very proud face intoxicated with oneâs own good encouragement.
My grip on the armrest gave me strength.
ââŚâŚYou said I could be kicked out of the dukedom.â
Clatier smiled triumphantly at my words.
âYes, if you understandââ
âBut I donât think Iâll be kicked out for what I said to you.â
I looked straight at Clatier.
And I smiled with a sense of superiority, a smile she would always make towards me.
âIâm arrogant? Who dares to say that?â
I sat back and looked at Clatier with a proud face.
âYoung Miss of Marquis Tarenka.â
Clatier, who was about to say something, stopped.
âAs The Young Miss of Paeraton, you dare say Iâm arrogant?â
The cold silence settled in the room.
The white-faced Clatier was speechless for a while.
âWow, Iâve really experienced Rofan!â
I didnât expect to say this line.
The resentment and injustice filled Clatierâs large eyes.
It seems very unfair that I, who is far worse than her, is above.
âY-youâŚ.â
âYou. You should call me âYoung Missâ. Havenât you learned that much about manners? Why donât you look at yourself before pointing out other peopleâs manners?â
Clatier shut her mouth.
âYou donât want to call me âYoung Missâ even if you die.â
Itâs a bit childish to do this with my mental age, but the one who started first is over there.
If I keep my mouth shut because I donât want to sink to her level, sweet potatoes will only pile up.
âThis should be enough to complete the quest.â
I peeped around.
However, there was no sign that the notification window would appear.
âShould we get Clatier out of here?â
When I thought so, I looked at Clatier and our eyes met.
The girl staring at me approaches me with a tearful face. She started pouring out.
âYou donât even know how grateful you should be to me for being so gracious to you at my house. I knew you were like that, but I didnât know you were like this!â
âGracious?â
âYes! My dad fed you, gave you a bed, took care of you!â
It was amazing.
You knew how I lived, but do you really think it was a favor to me?
My mind went numb.
âHe didnât throw away the hard bread that he wouldnât give to the maid, and he gave it to me. They gave me the leftover meat before it went bad. I even had to eat it with gratitude. He didnât even give it to me regularly.â
I couldnât eat, rest, or sleep properly.
I had to live in a corner with my eyes on it all the time.
How is that care?
âThat was abuse.â
âAbuse?! How dare you insult my family? If it werenât for us, youâd starve to death on the street! No matter how bad you didnât learn-â
âYouâre right.â
âWhat?â
âI didnât learn.â
Clatierâs expression went strange.
I said without caring.
âYour father took a lot of child support from the Duke of Paeraton and never âraisedâ me.â
ââŚâŚChild support?â
âI didnât even have a basic life, and of course I didnât get an education.â
Clatierâs eyes shook violently.
âSo, my dear cousin.â
I grinned at Clatier, who was all agitated.
âWouldnât you like to be a little better than me?â
âI was always better than you! Youâre always hated and Iâm always loved!â
âWell, if youâre better than me, you should be able to think back to yourself before blaming others. And it doesnât really matter what other people see.â
Clatier sprang up in a fit of rage.
âLie! Youâre lying!â
She started pointing her finger at me after shouting.
âThe Duke gave you money? That canât be true! Youâre an abandoned child! Your mother cheated on him and gave birth to you!â
âYou, can you be responsible for those words?â
Clatier nodded her head with a face full of warmth, as if she thought she could not lose.
âWell, yeah!â
âIn the name of the Marquis Tarenka?â
âOf course!â
âReally? Then letâs ask.â
Even if Iâm really illegitimate, itâs a problem that Clatier made such a remark.
The Marquis of Tarenka insulted the Young Miss of Paeraton.
âWhat, youâre asking, whatâŚ.â
âYou said you could take responsibility.â
I grabbed onto the rope.
Clatier and I were alone in the room.
As soon as I heard about Clatierâs visit, I told my maid sisters that I wanted it to be only the two of us.
I didnât want to show this side of Clatier, even though itâs obvious that it would come out.
âHoâŚ.hold on, Miss!â
Clatier reached out her hand in fear.
But I was faster.
Clatierâs face went white when she saw the pull.
Her gaze swung uneasily between the door and me.
âDid you call me Miss?â
Soon the door opened and my maids came in.
âYeah, I want to ask about the lineage of the Marquis Tarenka and the Duke of Paeraton.â
âHuaaaaaa!â
A loud cry interrupted me.
When I looked at Clatier in amazement, she was sobbing and forced to cry.
Tears did not flow from her eyes, but her red face seemed to burst right away.
âMiss!â
Clatierâs maids who were behind my maids came out.
I shrank back at the sight of Lien.
âWhatâs the matter, Miss?â
âHik.. hik.. LienâŚâ
Clatier managed to shed tears.
âWho made my good girl so upset! Who the hell!â
Lien glared at me.
I couldnât face Lien.
âOh, I was just trying to give you some kind advice, hik, hik, I was trying to help youâŚ!â
Clatier trembled like a poor bird.
I had never seen her talking nonsense to me before.
What was even more absurd was that Clatier was sincere.
She wasnât acting to be sympathetic, but she was crying, saying that she really felt unfair.
âYou were just being cocky, hik. Lower your head to meâŚshe said we abused her!â
Clatier looked up at me from Lienâs arms.
âWhy, why are you saying such bad things? Did you hate me that much?â
Her big wet eyes looked very pathetic.
âI came here for you because I was worried about you.â
Lien entrusted Clatier to another maid and got up.
As Lien approached me with thumping, I hardened like a stone statue.
âYou fool, you donât have to be scared anymore! She canât hit you!â
I shouted to myself, but my hardened body didnât move.
I didnât want to, but the memory of being hit by Lien flashed in my eyes.
âHow nice and friendly my Lady has been to you, and you said that to her.â
Lien purposely came closer and looked down at me. So that I feel more intimidated.
âI know. Iâm not scared at all.â
âIâm fine now. Itâs safe here. Itâs different from before.â
But my body was shaking. My heart was pounding like crazy.
Then, a soft hand pulled me back. It was Nancy.
And Anna placed herself through the gap that was in front of me. As if she was covering me from Lien.
âWhat an insolent attitude toward the Miss.â
Lien seemed to have been offended by Anna, but she didnât argue.
ââŚI was just asking because the Miss said such nonsense. She canât grow up if you just wrap and spin a child like that. You should teach her what she did wrong.â
âWhat did my Miss do wrong? Isnât the Marquisâs Young Miss bothering our Young Miss instead?â
âNo way! My Miss brought a present for her cousin today. Why would she have a quarrel?â
âThatâs right!â
Clatierâs maid held out the box and agreed.
Clatier, who was watching the situation in the back, slipped in.
âIâve brought you a gift, hik. Why are you being so mean?â
ââŚa gift?â
It was a very strange feeling.
Clatier never even gave me leftover cookies.
But she brought a gift.
I felt sick looking at the amazing sight.
The maid who was holding the box smiled and opened it at my question.
Maybe she thought I was blinded by gifts.
âWell, this dress was chosen by my Miss!â
The green dress waved in the air as the maid touched it.
âYou wanted this dress.â
Clatier told me.
âYouâve never worn anything like this before.â
Her face, still in tears, had a very caring expression.
âI saw you peeking at my dress.â
Clatier took the dress and came close to me.
âLetâs make up. Iâll forgive you for the harsh words you said.â
A soft cloth touched my hand.
I had a dress in my hand that she couldnât wear because it was too small for Clatier.
âSay thank you, right?â
Clatier asked me. Giving me an old dress as if she cared.
It was that moment.
âYou talk a lot when youâve been stealing my daughterâs clothes.â
A cold voice split the room low.
It was an eerily dangerous voice for everyone in the room.
As if being dragged by a magnet, everyoneâs eyes all at once turned to the origin of the voice.