Today, the mansion was peaceful as ever.
After oversleeping, I halted in my tracks upon seeing Miss Olivia in the hallway, her expression downcast.
[I will never date again.]
Seated in her wheelchair, Miss Olivia was wearing a wooden sign around her neck with strange characters written on it.
Just looking at the scene was enough to lighten my mood, and with a small smile, I approached Miss Olivia to ask her.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm being punished."
"Punished?"
"Yep. Brother told to hold my hands up all day today."
Miss Olivia was receiving a punishnt ordered by the future head of the family. Truly a Desmond, he seed like a rciless person who wouldn't allow forgiveness without reparation.
Watching Miss Olivia's hands trembling, I comnted.
"That's quite a frightening punishnt."
"Yeah. So I was taking a break and lowering my hands secretly."
"Should I tell the young master?"
"No!"
Miss Olivia and I exchanged an awkward glance.
There I was, looking as if I might rush to Kyle's room at any mont, and Miss Olivia, with her chilly gaze, seed like she could issue a recomndation for dismissal right then and there.
Feeling an ominous vibe from our exchange of looks, Miss Olivia sighed deeply and admitted defeat.
"If Ricardo tells on , my arm will fall off."
"I'll pick it up and attach it for you."
"You're not handy, so you might attach the right arm where the left should be."
"Then that would be a sha, wouldn't it?"
"Stop teasing!"
Trying to conceal the corners of my mouth curling upwards, I teased her while Miss Olivia puffed her eyes out in displeasure.
"If you're not going to help, then leave!"
"I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
"Brother said Ricardo would be punished too."
"…"
Anxiously, my gaze flew to the firmly shut door of Kyle's room at the end of the hallway.
"Really?"
"No. I made it up."
I flicked Miss Olivia's forehead for her mischievous lie.
"Why'd you hit !"
"Just because."
"Eeeek!!!"
Miss Olivia clenched her fist and swung her hands in the air.
Her threatening stance, with the odd sign around her neck, wasn't scary at all.
It was like watching a pet dog being scolded for tearing up paper in the room; the sight of Miss Olivia with the sign around her neck made her seem more cute than frightening.
With a sullen expression, Miss Olivia held up her hands.
I took Miss Olivia's wrists into my hands, allowing her a little respite from the strenuous posture.
The relief was visible on her face as she went from furrowing her brows to a comfortable expression.
"Is it very tough?"
"Yeah. My shoulders have been screaming since a while ago."
"How long have you been doing this?"
Miss Olivia said with a sheepish smile.
"3 minutes."
"Ugh."
I let go of Miss Olivia's hands abruptly.
"If you say it's tough after just that much!"
"Why!!! What can I do if it's hard!"
"Endure it for at least 10 minutes."
"Eeeek! No!"
Miss Olivia whined, begging to hold her hand, claiming that it would be less tiring if I did so and that we should continue like this all day. It was a tempting suggestion, but knowing that getting caught by Kyle would an we both would be punished, I tearfully resisted the enthralling offer.
"So, did you have a good talk?"
I asked Miss Olivia in a gentle voice.
Whether the conversation had gone well.
Although it was not an issue that could be resolved with a single conversation, seeing her being punished in such an adorable manner made think she must've handled the talk fairly well.
Judging by the absence of servants in the hallway, it seed Kyle was controlling access to the area.
Miss Olivia replied to my question, her head bowed and her voice shy.
"I don't know… Brother said he would be angry until tomorrow. I'm not sure."
"Is that what soone who says they'll be angry does? Giving you a punishnt like this?"
"…Isn't it serious scolding?"
With an innocent face, Miss Olivia asked, and I flicked her forehead again, smiling.
"Pff… I have no idea."
Miss Olivia had a question mark above her head as she asked what I ant, but I shut my mouth and left her to figure it out.
Really, Kyle was not being honest.
As I continued the pointless conversation with Miss Olivia.
-Click-clack… Click-clack…
From the stairs of the fourth floor, the sound of shoe heels hitting the floor could be heard. The clear sound of the heels grew closer to the third floor where we were, and I straightened my clothes and stole a glance at the approaching figure.
Dressed in a deep navy uniform today.
With neatly styled hair, the figure of a middle-aged man slowly ca into view, and I bowed politely to greet him.
"Good morning, Lord Darbav."
"Yes, good morning, Ricardo."
Darbav, dressed immaculately, waved his hand in greeting.
Standing in front of the hallway where we were, Darbav looked down at Miss Olivia and his expression turned to surprise.
"You're doing sothing interesting, Olivia."
With a gloomy face, Miss Olivia spoke to Darbav.
"Dad. Good morning."
"Yes. Did Olivia sleep well?"
"No."
"I see."
Darbav nodded and stroked Miss Olivia's hair. He continued to caress her soft hair for a while.
Miss Olivia looked up at Darbav and asked.
"Dad. Did you co to save ?"
"No."
"…"
Miss Olivia's face fell.
"I can't do anything about Kyle's stubbornness."
"It's okay."
A somber mood enveloped the mansion's hallway. After a brief silence, I was curious about the wooden sign Darbav was holding and asked.
"Lord, what is that in your hand?"
"Ah… this?"
Darbav shrugged his shoulders.
With a confident voice, he took a stand next to Miss Olivia and spoke.
"It's a love ssage from Rosanna."
And then, as if he was used to it, Darbav put on the sign he was holding.
Miss Olivia said to Darbav.
"Dad. What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?"
[I will not shout loudly in the morning.]
"I ca to be punished."
Having been scolded by Rosanna, Darbav sighed and hung the sign around his neck, raising both hands as if this was routine.
Darbav then asked .
"Did you co to be scolded too?"
"I did not."
"Lucky you."
Lord Darbav looked genuinely envious.
With a steady expression, Darbav said to .
"If you have so ti, could you ask Rosanna how long I have to keep my hands up?"
I barely contained a laugh at Darbav's blunt yet novel words, his expression more serious than ever. The idea of treating the head of the family like this was unimaginable in other households, but here at the Desmonds, it was a common sight.
I admired his deanor and headed downstairs to the kitchen where Rosanna was.
"I'll be back."
"It may be all right if you co back a little late."
Darbav, glancing down at Miss Olivia, spoke.
I later found out that Rosanna had not actually asked Darbav to do any such thing. It was just a small excuse of a father wanting to be with his daughter.
Really.
"He's a good man."
I greeted the night at the mansion with a smile.
***
Late night arrived.
Darbav and Rosanna had fallen into a deep sleep, and it was at the ominous ti when Miss Olivia's snoring sound was terrifyingly loud.
Unable to sleep, I decided to take a walk in the mansion's garden to breathe so fresh air.
The vast garden.
Statues of previous heads of the family erected.
Walking through the Desmond mansion's garden, with its rose bushes tended by Rosanna, I was lost in mories.
"It's been a while since I've been here too."
-From today, this is your ho. If you want to steal sothing, ask for permission first. Got it?
-I want to run away.
-You can't. I picked you up.
-I'll beco a stray dog from today.
-Eeeek!
The image of Miss Olivia, who had first picked up, was vividly etched in my mory.
With her chubby cheeks and feline-like face, the image of Miss Olivia as a child brushed through my mind.
I had no idea it would turn out like this back then.
The cold air of winter made my chest ache as my breath fogged before .
I think the weather was like this when I first t Miss Olivia.
Who would have thought that starting out as an orphan from the slums and getting into fights would end up saving my life? As a transmigrator, I never imagined my relationship with the villainess would beco this deep.
The person I least wanted to et.
The villainess I didn't want to be involved with, our relationship has unexpectedly lasted this long.
As I walked and started to feel a bit chilly,
A familiar voice called out from behind .
"Ricardo."
A strong male voice.
The person I thought would be the most awkward to et alone in this mansion was calling .
A man with black hair and blue eyes.
"Young Master."
Desmond Kyle.
He had his hands in his pockets, calling out to . The frivolousness of his past self gone, he had grown into a man befitting the na of the future head of the Desmond family.
We had fought a lot.
He was a friend from my youth spent with Olivia.
Kyle gestured with his hand, rejecting any formalities. Complaining about when since had he ever cared about such things, Kyle took out a cigarette and offered it to .
"Care for a smoke?"
A welco suggestion, but I shook my head and declined Kyle's offer. Miss Olivia hated the sll of cigarettes.
"I shall smoke another ti."
I bowed my head, maintaining politeness.
"Is that so."
"I apologize."
"No need to apologize."
It was awkward.
Being alone with Kyle.
Especially after what happened with Miss Olivia's use of black magic.
Kyle lit the cigarette and exhaled deeply. The white smoke ascended into the garden's sky, contributing to the silence.
"Well…"
After another puff, Kyle opened his mouth.
"So when do you plan to stop hiding it?"
Kyle glared at with stern eyes.
"A commoner who wields a sword. I understand there’s a past connection with you from the slums."
Kyle despised Michail.
"Why… do you keep that a secret?"
He hated him enough to want to kill him.
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