A security measurement? For both parties to be safe?
Hmm, I should have known that she didn't trust me so easily when it comes to my features.
She took me home and gave me a dress, even though she treated me well, she still sees me like a beast, like everyone else. You should treat an animal well so he can show gratitude and loyalty to you right?
It is an insult to my personality and I should feel bad that she treats me this way, but I will not solve anything by doing something to her in these conditions, it doesn't mean so much to me that she wants to be safe with these methods. I know what she is able to do and I know she can make it seem like just an accident and come out unharmed from it.
She has no idea that I am also from modern times and know more than she does when it comes to managing the people below me so that they don't rebel and cause me problems.
Surely she takes me simply as someone who hasn't seen the world outside and who will show her great gratitude for living in such a big mansion and with servants everywhere waiting for the lord's command, it is really a good opportunity indeed, so let's continue to play the role she chose for me, let's continue to behave as if I'm just a miser who flatters her lady, the dog game will bring me more good than bad in the end when she lowers her guard and is left unprotected and completely uncovered by what I have to throw at her, then she will see, who is really commanding.
Anyway, the object she put in my hand was a silver bracelet, with a red diamond-shaped stone in it, maybe it could be a ruby.
For someone like me to hold something like that in my hand is weird, no one can imagine a slave with such a precious object.
I am curious to know what makes this bracelet so important for the safety of others, in my eyes it just looks like an accessory and nothing more.
"It looks like you like it. You can keep it. It's a gift from me to you, for the first day you're going to live with us."
Her expression didn't change when she said those words, she was still smiling, am I overthinking this?
"Yes, it's beautiful."
"Right! And it's perfect for you because of your beautiful hair."
"…"
"Hehe right we should go eat breakfast, and also I should tell you around the house. Let's not waste any more time and go."
Nasya took my hand, this time it really seemed like an action that required me to follow behind. We walked towards a wide corridor as ten grown men could pass at the same time, behind us were two maids, each of them was focused on the lady in silence.
Why did she have to try so hard to do all this? Nasya I remember searched for her happiness and peace in this world, so she did never take an action without thinking first. No one can answer this so I have only one question left, what she will ask me to do for her?
"You're the only daughter of Marquess Corttes, aren't you busy? You should not waste your time with someone like me."
"Sorry?!"
"You, how dare you talk to the lady in that tone?"
"Shut up Giselle!"
"Huh?! Oh yes, Miss"
She stopped walking and lowered her head causing the bangs to cover her face and the place was taken by silence.
Was what I said so unexpected?
The one who spoke to protect the lady is called Giselle, right? If I remember correctly her full name should be Giselle Beloty a brunette-haired woman in her twenties and also a commoner who won the Beloty title after Nasya made her entry into society. The generous Marquess gave it to her as a thank you for raising his orphaned daughter to adulthood.
Her role is as Nasya's nanny and one of her most loyal friends. But she will have a tragic end from a rabid beast (a bear), that escapes in the hunting competition and finds itself around the women waiting for their men to come triumphant with their prey. In detail, she will suffer a painful death in defense of Nasya, who is facing the beast, being dragged, thrown into the air, and torn to pieces. Certainly not a pleasant view of the event.
But even though she was a loyal and loving person to Nasya, she didn't have a funeral worthy of a person playing the role of mother for the heroine. It was heartbreaking that in the end, she forgets her nanny who sacrificed her life for her.
I came back to reality and I notice that I was staring at Giselle's face all this time. She didn't speak even though my action was disrespectful to her. At that moment, Nasya's voice was heard, breaking the silence.
"You don't have to worry about this, I want to and I will do it."
"…"
"If you are accompanied by another person, how can I imagine your expression when you see how beautiful my house is?"
What, this was her goal, a little childish for a girl in my age. Ah anyway.
"Okay let's go, sir Spencer will scold me if I'm late for the dance lessons."
"Spencer?"
"Uhm Spencer the butler. He is the best but strict on schedule. It is good not to annoy him."
"What happens if he gets upset?"
"It's better not to know."
Well, I didn't expect you to tell me anyway, Spencer is someone who can be annoyed when it comes to schedule. He is busy with the marquess work and a tomboy girl who doesn't respect the schedule shouldn't be added into his problems. Most when he gets upset should be giving Nasya extra tasks and locking her in the library all day, this way he will not have to face any other problems.
For Nasya, it must be a bad thing because she doesn't like libraries very much, probably because they remind her of the life she spent there. Because of the experiences she has gone through, I don't blame her for wanting to be loved by everyone.
I was walking hand in hand with Nasya and everywhere I looked everything was ten times larger than normal objects. Cabinets, corridors, rooms, frames in the corridors that contained photos of previous Corttes, tea tables, doors, etc. Only the kitchen and cooking utensils were in normal size everything else was bigger than it should be.
I knew marquess Corttes was obsessed with big things, but that's ridiculous. Leaving aside the strange objects, I noticed that the corridors were all painted the same, with green paint, the guest rooms with a dark blue color, and the ballroom in gold. Only Nasya's room was white and light pink.
Well, he seems to express his feelings through such things, which are not of any great importance to the person who has them.
After all that tiring tour, and also unnecessary, Nasya will show me the room when I would stay from now on. Strangely we went back to the same place where I started, to Nasya's room.
If she told me that I would sleep in the same room as her, it would be better to say that I should sleep in the stable with horses. I can't stand sleeping with someone else, and of course someone I can't trust, I don't like it.
"Why do you have that face? You seem like something is slandering you."
You noticed? Maybe because the idea slanders me.
"From now on you will sleep in the room next to me."
"Huh?! Excuse me?"
"You heard right, you will take the room to the right."
"Miss Corttes!"