The bathroom was luxurious.
There was shiny marble for the floor.
A bathtub with soft curves placed in the middle.
Unlike mine, it was extravagant.
With ‘Rachel’s’ eyes covered like this, it was true that her family was declining.
{ By saying her eyes were covered, she meant Rachel was narrow minded and didn’t see the world around her. }
I couldn’t even tell if the place I was in was rotting behind the scenes.
She dipped her feet in the foamy tub.
“Oh?”
I was enjoying my bath in the bathtub when a maid came in.
The maid naturally put the tray down on the table next to the bathtub.
She frowned.
There were wine and snacks.
“Who made this?”
She was languid, but when I asked in a sharp tone, she was so startled she clasped her hands.
Crap!
As the glass and the plate shook, the maid hurridly bowed her head.
“I’m sorry. A maid told me to prepare it for the Duchess’s wishes, so I prepared it.”
“A maid?”
The creases in my forehead deepened.
Why does she want me to drink so much?
Now that I think about it, it could be true the maid brought the alcohol by herself…
Somehow, I didn’t have a good feeling.
“Well, tell the maid I have gained weight.”
“Yes.”
The maid bowed politely and glared subtly as she left the bathroom.
My eyes were full of wonder, like someone who saw what they didn’t know.
Until yesterday, I was sobbing so much, so wasn’t my resilience admirable?
‘Who the hell is it…?’
Rachel took the wine glass to her lips with a nonchalant look, pretending not to feel their gaze.
“……..”
At the sight of her, the person sighed as if relieved, and disappeared.
‘It’s going to cost you too.’
Rachel pulled the glass away from her lips as soon as the maid left.
“Alright.”
I lifted my glass up a bit, hoping to get a glance of them.
‘Damn it?’
Goosebumps formed on the back of my neck.
The unsettling powder slowly fell down on the base of the glass.
‘What the hell is this?’
I don’t know if this happened in the original, but this probably wasn’t medicine.
‘There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with my body…’
My hangover caused my body to ache, but I had no other symptoms.
Rachel set her drink and contemplated what to do next.
At that moment, a maid who was waiting outside, approached her.
“I will assist my lady.”
The maid helped me, while examining my complexion, as if assuming whether I had drank the wine or not.
She didn’t see me drink the wine, so I kept my lips clenched and let her do what she was doing.
Then.
I felt something in my ventricle.
{ For anyone wondering, the ventricle is the lower chamber of the heart. Dunno how she felt something in it so precisely, but okay. }
“I’ll take my leave.”
She closed the door where the previous maid went out, but their conversation could be heard clearly through the cracks in the door. Please read on rinrain.mystrikingly.com to help me continue translating.
“I’m here to see the Duchess.”
“The Duchess is currently busy.”
“I can’t come back later. It’s really urgent, please notify her we need to see her.”
“Aren’t I telling you to come back later?”
“How will I know if she’s drinking again? I must see her today, so get out of the way. Otherwise even my own…!”
They seemed to be a person with an important purpose.
I’m sure it’s the maid of honor, considering she’s not letting them in.
They were squirming, but then burst through the door.
Thud.
“What kind of fuss are you making in the morning?”
The person, who was the one in quarrel with my maid, spoke to me with slight rage.
“I’m very grateful I could see the Duchess…”
“And?”
I turned my head and looked at him.
Maybe early 30’s.
He had brown eyes and brown hair.
A man who was thin enough to be mistaken for a beggar.
This man…
“Is your name Marcus?”
I wasn’t sure.
“…I’m honored to have my name remembered.”
I think I just heard him grit his teeth, was I wrong?
‘God, is he really Marcus?’
The aide of the Duchess of Agnus, and the person who would become the greatest right hand man.
A faint smile hung from the corner of my mouth.
‘It’s a good thing you came to me yourself. I was still thinking on how to lure you.’
I opened my mouth, hiding my strong inner willingness.
“Come inside, you’re making too much noise.”
Marcus Lantern.
He was the only one who knew when ‘this body’ died.
‘He brought Reese and helped her rise to the title of the Duchess.’
“Oh right. Wait a minute before that.” Read on rinrain.mystrikingly.com only to support me.
Rachel turned around as if she had just remembered something.
I looked at the maid who was discreetly leaving her place, and ordered Marcus to get her.
“Hey, get her!”
Would it be okay if she ran into Abigail by chance?