Chapter 82.1: Tend to her forr master
In her fourth lifeti, Rishe began serving the Duke’s daughter, Myria Clarissa Jonal about a year and a half from now.
She worked for the Marquis of Domana and had made friends with the young and mischievous children. Thus, she was asked to do the sa for the Duchess of Jonal. It was there that she t eleven-year-old Myria.
Myria was demanding, and other maids kept her at a distance.
Her father, the Duke, was paralyzed due to an illness he had contracted a long ti ago and was also prone to illness.
He cared for his daughter, who he couldn’t spend much ti with. However, his ans weren’t comndable, and he couldn’t cope with Myria’s willfulness.
As soon as Rishe arrived, the head servant’s first words were: You too must be careful with Miss Myria. She is a very difficult person to deal with.
But...
For the second ti in her seventh life, Rishe t Myria for the first ti, and looked down at her whirlwind of a hug around her waist.
Then a troubled-looking man erged from Myria’s carriage.
“Myria, you’re being troubleso!”
His Excellency Jonal...
A man around his forties walked toward them, looking flustered.
With his blond hair brushed back and his mustache neatly trimd, the man was Rishe’s forr master. However, unlike what Rishe rembered, he didn’t have a cane now.
I had heard that His Excellency Jonal had an illness a long ti ago.
In fact, it was within a year and a half from now that his body beca paralyzed.
When he reached Rishe’s side, he first bowed politely.
“I’m sorry, young lady. My daughter is causing a ruckus... Co on, let her go!”
“NO, NO!!”
Myria scread at the top of her lungs and tightened her grip. Then she buried her face in Rishe, who was supposed to be a stranger.
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“Myria!”
“I hate you, Papa! You never listen to my requests, and yet scold ! All the trouble I cause these people is because you’re so an!”
Arnold raised a brow when she shouted this.
Rishe deterred his attempt to move with a look before talking Myria’s small hair whorl.
“...Young Miss.”
“Don’t talk to . Are you going to stand on my dad’s side too?! You’ve never t him before. You don’t know anything about him, and you haven’t even heard what I have to say!”
“Young Miss, please take a look at this.”
“What the heck...!!”
Myria raised her head in annoyance and gasped in the next mont.
“...?”
Rishe spread out before her the handkerchief she had prepared.
When she showed her the white lace, Myria gave her a look of “I don’t understand.”
Aiming for that mont of confusion, Rishe crushed the handkerchief into her right hand.
She laid her left hand on top of her clenched hand and lightly kissed the back of that hand. She then tapped it and opened her hand.
“...Eh?!”
The handkerchief she had crushed in her hand disappeared without a trace.
In its place appeared a small stuffed bear.
The servants and knights buzzed in surprise. However, Myria, who witnessed it right in front of her, seed to be more surprised than anyone else.
“W-W-Witchcraft?!”
Myria’s cheeks flushed red, and her big eyes sparkled. Rishe smiled and told her.
“No, Young Miss. This is called ‘magic’. It’s a token of your friendship.”
“R-Really?”
“Of course.”
When she presented the stuffed animal, Myria’s stubborn hands loosened.
Rishe crouched down on the spot and greeted her from a glance below her.
“My na is Rishe Ilmgard Wertsner. What is Young Lady’s na?
“... I’m Myria Clarissa Jonal, Papa’s daughter, and I’m almost ten years old.”
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“Well then, Myria-sama...”
She couldn’t keep calling her “Young Miss” in this lifeti.
Rishe smiled a little sadly and handed her the stuffed animal that she had prepared for this purpose.
“I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I do.”
Myria shyly lowered her eyes, but still wrapped the stuffed animal in her hands and said with eyes turned away, “Thank you...”
“What a surprise! I never thought Myria could be so docile.”
Her father, Jonal, looked at her incredulously.
However, Rishe thought, Myria-sama is indeed a good, straightforward girl.
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After eting eleven-year-old Myria and being entrusted with her care, Rishe has always found her to be more innocent than her age.
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