It’s a place where clouds are like cotton candy floating in the blue sky, and the sun shines as baby fairies whisper and chat. This is the mansion of the Count, the Chancellor of a certain kingdom.

Here, a baby with impressive cheeks that looked white and soft like a freshly made bread was smiling, touching his mouth and reaching for the elaborately made toy mobile. His hair, which was richer than the number of months, tumbled down as the baby’s head moved.

“Our Prince Briel, are you up?”

And looking at the baby, the voice of the woman whose voice raised an octave more than usual filled the baby’s bed and disappeared.

“If they had heard those words you say from time to time in the royal palace, you would have already been caught for treason.”

Contrary to the woman, the voice of a low man filled the place, but unlike the blunt words, it seemed clear that the corner of his mouth was gently raised and smiling. The man appeared to resemble the baby, but it was a different impression.

“There are only three of us.”

The woman lightly ignored him, carefully held the baby.

“How can you be so cute?”

As she shook his fluffy arms and hugged him, satisfactory laughter erupted from the baby. Then she saw the plump cheeks overflowing from the side view. His smiling cheeks rose up and turned red as he was happy.

After a while, she found the man standing next to her with enviable glances.

“Would you like to hold him once?”

“Me?”

Still clumsy to hold him, he stretched out his arms with a perplexed expression. She looked at it and handed her the baby.

“Am I doing this right?”

However, unlike her warm and cozy arms like a while ago, the baby burst into tears because of an uncomfortable feeling.

“No, you can’t do that with your hands.”

It would be nice if the baby were wrapped around him so that the baby could lean on his shoulders, but he didn’t know what to do with the baby’s hand in his armpit.

“But it’s not easy to control my strength. What if I wrap him in my arm, and then Briel doesn’t like it?”

She shook her head as she stared at his sturdy biceps that seemed to be several times her own.

‘No matter how the novel was, this seems to be too much for me. He’s not just a chivalrous knight, he’s the Chancellor of a country…’

***

The Count’s young master, who just turned six months old, hasn’t started eating baby food.

“That’s right, you eat well. Just one more bite.”

The name of the little baby master, who never refuses food or does not have any trouble waking up in the middle of sleep, was Briel.

Unfortunately, not long after he was born, Briel’s parents passed away, and he was adopted by his uncle, the Count.

“Are you going to burp?”

The woman who fed Briel wiped the corners of his mouth and gently hugged him, and patted him on the back.

‘You are alive because of me, so don’t forget me even when you grow up.’

The woman sighed unexpectedly toward Briel, who was tilting his head at her.

Her name was Marie, Briel’s nanny.

‘It must have been somewhat different from the original story.’

One day, she teleported into a novel and made full use of her career as a nursery teacher to become a perfect nanny.

She then twisted the original story, and she saved Briel, who had lived for only five months,

Even his uncle, the Count, who would become depressed due to Briel’s death, lived a smooth life.

“Bri… No, Young Master. Since you have finished digesting, let’s exercise.”

Marie lowered her hold on Briel and turned him over.

‘I almost called you, Briel. I would have made more mistakes if I hadn’t practiced calling him Young Master with honorifics.’

She sighed.

‘Come to think of it… The Count saw me flip you over for the first time and thought I was trying to kill you.’

She remembered the past when she was surprised by the sword that was drawn against her neck.

[This way, he can do the flipping himself. It’s time for him to flip after months.]

He barely came to his senses after hearing her words and laid his sword down with an embarrassing look.

‘I think I’ve misunderstood.’

When she thinks about that time, the situation was actually funny.

“Kung…. Bu bu bu!!”

“You’re having a hard time, Young Master. Then, let me pick you up this time.”

How long has she been turning Briel upside down? The baby, raising his head and moving his reddish face, struggling with a sound. He then eventually managed to turn over by himself.

She hugged Briel on her back, sang him the lullaby for the yawning baby, and once again fell into her old thoughts.

***

‘Am I in heaven?’

She was in admiration as she saw the look of the cherub in front of her eyes. This was the first time that a baby seemed to have a halo.

‘But I guess I’ve lived well.’

The lake-like eyes stared at her, and at that moment, she slowly and without her knowledge, moved her hand towards the angel.

‘It’s warm.’

That was her first thought of touching the baby’s cheek.

‘…Do angels have body temperature like humans?’

Soon, realizing the strangeness, she looked around her.

Though thinking that she is in a paradise, it was a landscape that seemed to have resembled the Middle Ages.

‘Is Heaven a Western Style?’

She was brought to reality when a woman opened the door.

You shouldn’t judge people by their appearance, but she could hardly think that the woman who opened the door and came in, had the appearance of an angel.

“Oh, Young Master. What’s wrong with you, you always used to stay still when I touch you.”

‘Young master?’

At that time, she turned her attention back to the baby. Then she saw the eyes still staring at her.

‘It’s clear.’

For a moment, she had forgotten her peculiar situation in which she was facing, and she was staring at him.

“Marie… then I’ll go, so take good care of Briel. He won’t cry even when you’re with him, so I’ll go.”

‘Marie… Briel… This sounds familiar?’

When she heard the sound, there were sentences that instantly came to her mind. It was the name of the characters in the novel that she used to read during rush hour.

It’s not common to remember such interesting names, but she was different, having a job as a nursery teacher. She liked babies, so she chose a job as a nursery teacher, and she remembered almost every movie and drama and various novels when babies appeared. Isn’t this the novel she was reading just before her death?

‘To call me Marie…’

As she turned her head once again towards the baby’s face, she felt goosebumps on her back.

‘This body I entered has the role that would kill that baby.’

It wasn’t enough to be transported into the book, but she was frustrated to have this role.

‘How can I return to my world?’

At first, she thought about it for a week. When she woke up, she fell asleep with anticipation that she would return to the original world.

However, the reality was cruel.

It was Briel that caught her eyes when she was tired of the continued frustration.

‘What will happen to Briel when I leave? Don’t tell me he’s going to die…’

When that thought passed, she got goosebumps.

‘That’s not possible.’

The baby, sharing his warm warmth from his own arms, no longer felt like a person in a book.

‘Yes, maybe the reason I came here is to save Briel.’

She found a reason to live in the world in the book.

Therefore, she was forced to give up on returning to her original world after the time when Briel was supposed to die.

That was already three months ago.

***

“You are here.”

Even today, the Count, who had gone to work at the royal palace, returned to the mansion.

Although he seemed to look around at the entrance inadvertently, Marie noticed that the Count quickly looked at Briel’s face.

“Bu bu!”

And at that moment, Briel, who was glad to see his uncle, tried to hug him with a loud voice.

The Count, who turned his head reflexively, stepped up to closer to his nephew and carefully extended his hand.

“No, Young Master.”

But between them, a solid wall was blocking them. It was Marie.

She turned around, holding the baby, and said to him.

“Wash your hands first, Count.”

The servants who looked at the nanny talking, with no hesitation toward the master, had their eyes wide open, now turned their heads away from the nanny, pretending not to hear it.

Knowing that the nanny’s words weren’t wrong, the Count simply sighed and headed to the bathroom.

“Then let’s have fun until the Count comes out.”

Briel laughed with her, just like when he had looked at his uncle. The Count, who was heading to the bathroom, paused at the sound of Briel’s laughter, turned back, and looked at him with a sad expression.

Without knowing that, Marie and Briel headed to Briel’s room on this floor to play together.

***

In this place where baby toys are not available, Marie mostly played with the baby using her body.

Now it was blowing raspberries.

“Boo!!”

Briel was smiling wide as he grinned in a good mood.

“Are you having fun?”

Marie, who was putting her face on the cheek of such a baby, raised her head.

“Don’t just stand there, come here.”

When the Count came after washing his hands, he was hovering outside the door, unable to get in between the two.

He, who loves Briel more than anyone else, did not know how to properly express his affection unlike the one in his eyes.

‘It is natural that you are still new to childcare.’

At times like this, Marie had no choice but to come out and call him. Then, the man walked up with a bright face.

When his uncle approached him, Briel made a different babble.

“Boo! Ma! Boo! Ma!!”

After seeing his nephew’s cooing, the Count still distanced himself, so she made the suggestion that it would be okay.

“Let’s play peekaboo.”

“What? What is that?”

By now, maybe Briel could do a peekaboo.

“Look carefully.”

Marie, who hid her face behind her hand, suddenly shouted, spreading her hands.

“Peekaboo!”

Briel laughed out loud.

However, the expression on the face of the count standing next to her was fading.

‘…You want me to do that?’

From morning to evening, he made only a slight impression at the royal palace, and his eyebrows that were usually emotionless frowned.

Marie didn’t even notice his inner conflict and urged him to do it quickly.

‘Honestly…’

He may not have understood the conversation between her and the Count, but Briel looked up at him with anticipation, and he sighed. Then he closed his eyes tightly.

He gave a speech to an official who brought a report that didn’t appeal to him all morning, but now the person is gone, leaving only a nephew fool.

(T/N: XX-fool, example a daughter fool, is when someone is obsessed with their daughter or nephew in this case to the point that they can act like a fool haha.)

“Peekaboo!”

Briel felt his efforts, and he smiled the brightest smile he had ever shown.

“Did you see that?”

He looked puzzled yet thrilled by his nephew’s reaction. It seemed that he couldn’t believe that he caused this intimate smile.

“Let’s do it again.”

He didn’t wait for an answer and did it again.

He seemed to forget that Marie was here. As They fell into a world of their own.

And the butler, who was watching, turned away from the door, wondering if there was anything to be done.

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“You’re here, Father.”

Dahlia hurriedly ran to his front. Count Videl laughed as he touched his moustache.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I asked you to come to the reception room, why are you in the library?”

“I stopped by because I had a book to find. What’s the matter?”

He brought up a thunderbolt before Dahlia could sweep down her startled chest.

“What do you mean, I brought your sister. I told you last time, right?”

Dahlia’s eyes flashed.

Finally, the real heroine of this novel appeared.

“Has she arrived at the mansion?”

I imagined the face of the main protagonist and got lost in my head.

I didn’t remember the whole story.

Still, I couldn’t forget the appearance of the princess, who appeared repeatedly.

“I wanted to let you meet her in the reception room because I thought it would be nice to say hello first.”

Count Videl brought out an unexpected remark. Dahlia was stunned and hardened.

“You mean you brought her here? So where is she now?”

Count Videl nodded and looked back.

“Come on, come in this way.”

The sound of shoes echoed over the wide-open door.

The first thing she saw was a neat, plain green dress and Mary Jane shoes that appeared below it.

A small ribbon hung over the round brown-nosed shoes.

The shoes had all kinds of decorations, and they were clearly different from Dahlia’s shoes.

“Dahlia, this is Florre. Your younger sister, who’s going to use the Margaret’s last name from now on.”

The woman, who approached Count Videl’s side, raised her head with a shy face.

Dahlia took a deep breath and greeted the real protagonist of the story.

Dark brown hair like black tea and feverish chestnut-colored eyes.

She is so thin and clear-cut as if she would fly away even if the wind blows.

A voice sweet like honey, a soft touch like a bird’s wings.

She was as gentle and calm as she was described in the novel.

“Florre was living at the Western Galleria Farm. There are many things she doesn’t know about the life or manners of the nobleman, so please guide her well.”

Flore was born the only daughter of a commoner who was working in the Galleria Farm.

Her mother was a poet at an inn when she was a child, and had Florre while serving Count Videl, who had visited by chance.

She was a daughter, he did not even know existed until now because Count Videl was not meticulous enough to remember the one-night entertainment.

“Oh, hello. My name is Florre. Please take good care of me, Lady Dahlia.”

Florre, who lived as a commoner only a few days ago, naturally used honorific titles.

Dahlia looked at her appearance quietly.

If Florre was the main character anyway, she didn’t have to be harsh because she was so violent in the original. On the contrary, it might be better to help her get along with the male lead after being nice to her.

“Hi, Florre. You can call me sister.”

Therefore, Dahlia chose a different dialog than the original one.

As she carefully extended her hand and smiled, satisfaction came Count Videl’s face.

It was because Dahlia, who was his daughter, was vicious and prideful, he was inwardly worried about how she would receive Florre.

“Ah…. “

Florre hesitantly smiled at the greeting.

Florre’s hand, stretched out into the air, wandered without catching Dahlia.

Only then did Dahlia recall the setting that Florre Margaret had poor eyesight due to a chronic disease.

It was a symptom of fog in the field of vision.

“My hand is here.”

She smiled kindly and held Florre’s hand and asked for a handshake.

Florre also smiled, closing her eyes in a straight way to express gratitude.

It was the moment when the first meeting was about to end in such harmonious and gentle manner.

“……Huh?”

Dahlia’s gaze was momentarily fixed onto Florre’s sleeve.

Her beautiful face was suddenly distorted by shock.

She couldn’t recognize it at first as it was a completely different look and voice.

However, there was a scar on the back of Florre’s hand that only Dahlia could notice.

It was a scar that she left on the back of her hand a long time ago when she fought against Lee Su-yeon.

“What… is this?”

Dahlia unable to hide her trembling voice, blurted it out.

Florre, who smiling while shaking her hands, tilted her head.

“Yes?”

“There’s a scar, are you hurt?”

The moment she mentioned the scar, her smile, which was like an angel, disappeared without a sound.1

Florre was cold-faced and took away her hand. Her expressionless face was as dull as a mask.

“Oh, this is…..”

But that was only for a short time. Florre smiled awkwardly and replied as if nothing happened.

“It was a wound in the past, but it left a scar behind. It looked so bad that I was covering it with a sleeve.”

Of course, in Dahlia’s ears it was not seen as a normal reason.

“How did you get hurt?”

A cold intuition flowed. Dahlia instinctively began to doubt Florre in front of her.

‘So it turns out, Florre was supposed to meet me later in the original. Why did you meet me so suddenly?’

She recalled the original story gradually, mixed up in confusion.

In the original work, Florre was not brought to the library by her father’s hand.

Obviously, they had a proper meeting in the reception room, but they weren’t dressed up as ordinary people.

Only then did Dahlia feel that something was going wrong.

“Why do you ask that?”

Sure enough, Florre even said words that she would never say in the original.

“Is it strange as an older sister to wonder about her sister’s wounds?”

Dahlia hid her doubts that had begun to bloom and forced her lips up.

Count Videl, who was listening to the conversation by his side, also raised his eyes when he found something he did not like.

“Your way of speaking is impudent.”

Florre’s face stiffened with a heavy and firm remark.

“No matter how much you grew up among the common people….”

The treatment of Dahlia, who was reputed to be a beautiful and elegant lady, and Florre, who grew up as a commoner, could not have been the same.

At the statement of Count Videl, Florre flinched and gave a wistful look.

The drooping shoulder and brown hair reminded her of an abandoned dog.

“To be honest, in the past…..”

Florre had no choice but to confess the story she had been forced to hide.

“I once got stabbed in the back of my hand while arguing with a friend. This is the scar that was left behind.”

Immediately, Dahlia’s eyes widened. It was just a story that she couldn’t let go of.

“I apologize for answering so impudently because I was embarrassed. I can’t see anything, so when someone suddenly touches me….. I get scared.”

Florre wiped away the tears that had not formed, pretending to be his wife, and stamped the edges of her eyes with her sleeves.

Count Videl coughed out in vain at the reaction of Florre, who bowed her head.

On the other hand, Dahlia bit her lips with a sharper and more terrifying face than before.

‘I wasn’t wrong.’

It was because one hypothesis was confirmed by the recent attitude and the scar on the back of her hand.

The hypothesis that Lee Su-yeon might have reincarnated as Florre in front of her.

* * *

Come to think of it, it was an obvious and simple hypothesis.

Just as Cha Min-joo was reincarnated as Dahlia in the novel, the same could’ve been for Lee Su-yeon.

It was also a more plausible hypothesis because the two died together at the same time.

‘But this is too much!’

Dahlia entered the room alone and locked the door.

The hard-bitten lips were red and plump.

It was just as if a big bell had fallen over her head.

“I still feel like I’m going to die of injustice, and now you’ve been pretending to be clean as if you’ve forgotten everything?”

Lee Su-yeon imitates the behavior of Florre, forgetting all the bad deeds of her previous life.

Even being a heroine, waiting for a happy future.

It was difficult for Dahlia to admit that fact without a hitch.

Fortunately, Florre had poor eyesight.

Thanks to that, she didn’t recognize Dahlia at all.

“If I were careful to not expose the scar on the back of my hand, I can fool you like shit.”

Dahlia lowered her sleeve and hid the wound in the same position as Florre.

She too, had a different appearance from her previous life, so there would be no way to recognize her.

“If I stay calm… it will flow like the original story.”

Ever since she came into this world, she’s thought about it everyday.

To live a good life. To live happily. She didn’t have any of those futures.

‘If the opportunity comes, I will end my second life faithfully only for revenge.’

‘If I can, I will sweetly accept the role of villain Dahlia.’

God might have listened to her earnest prayer.

‘Now is that chance.’

Unexpectedly, Lee Su-yeon took part in the stage.

As long as she was on stage, she could not come down from the platform unless the story was headed to the end.

“How can I change my development?”

Dahlia looked down at the empty teacup on the table with a nervous face.

She didn’t intend to sit still and watch the story flow according to the original novel.

Somehow she had to dig a hole in the gap.

To hit the back of Florre’s head, who will be busy adapting without knowing anything.

‘But how?’

Dahlia stood up and approached the desk.

There were parchment paper and pens neatly laid out in the corner of the desk.

She opened the parchment and began to write calmly with a pen.

It was about a few events that she remembered clearly from the original work in her head.

“Will there be a debutant dance for the time being? Because that was the beginning of the story.”

A few days later, the debutant was to be held at the Imperial Palace.

According to the original prologue, Florre meets the male lead, the Emperor, there.

‘Shall we stop Florre from meeting the Emperor?’

Since she’d become the villain, there was nothing more she couldn’t do.

It was a good way to persuade my father to stop Florre from going to the ball.

“The problem is the Emperor and the Grand Duke.”

Dahlia, frowning, wrote the names of different men on the parchment.

Noel Hartor Cervian.

Johann Descartes Cervian.

Noel was the Emperor, and Johann was his brother and the Grand Duke.

‘Everyone, here and there are from the soybean flour family.’

(Note: Soybean flour family means a broken/dysfunctional family)

Dahlia thought it was funny, so she stomped her foot.

Dahlia and Florre are half-sisters, Noel and Johann are half-brothers.

Perhaps because it was a novel, the family tree was heated in Jung-gu District.

(Note: Jung-gu is the name of a district in Seoul)

“Noel, the Emperor, was supposed to meet Florre for the first time at the ball.”

That was the first meeting between the two main characters.

Noel becomes interested in the pure and honest figure of Florre.

The story of Florre, who figures out his qualities of a tyrant, was also going to slowly influence Noel as the story progressed.

“Who’s gonna let it flow like that?”

Dahlia crumpled the paper while recalling the original story, which was dotted with cliche.

She had to stop Florre from going to the ball at all costs.

“Bu bu bu!!!”

Brielle stretched his arms toward Marie, his plump feet were tapping excitedly on the floor.

He knows that the familiar bowl Marie brought with her was snacks.

“Wait a minute.”

As she lifted the bowl aside for a while to support him with a pillow and ease his posture, his head moved along.

“Today I prepared an apple.”

The Young Master Brielle’s snack changed every time. Among them, Brielle’s favorite was sweet and sour fruit.

When he opened his little mouth, she put the fruits in his mouth. He frowned a couple of times and scrunched his nose, then blinked his eyes.

“You’re so cute.”

Marie shed an exclamation without knowing it.

She thought that he would stop eating after Brielle turned his head and made an expression that seemed to think about how this taste exists in the world.

“Bu bu!”

However, Brielle seems to be addicted even when he frowns after tasting the sourness.

At the sign of his quick request, she took another spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Then he was unsure of what to do next, so he closed and opened his eyes over and over again.

“Is it delicious?”

“Emm! Emm!”

Now in his eighth month, Brielle was trying to convey his opinion in words other than the usual babbling.

“Yes?”

Marie couldn’t understand what Brielle was saying, so it was up to her to interpret it.

“Now, this is the last one. Ah~”

Brielle opened his mouth like a baby bird and squeezed his eyes from the sourness.

‘It’s too bad that I don’t have a camera.’

Marie shook her head, as she was disappointed to know that these cute faces would only remain in her head.

Brielle’s head flipped to another side, after finishing the bowl.

As soon as he finished eating his snacks, it was time to take a nap.

Marie gently hugged Brielle and hummed an unknown tune.

‘Soon, it would be good to start playing music or something…But there’s no way to do that here…’

At that moment, it seemed as if Brielle knew her thoughts because the sound of his breath formed a harmony with her song.

***

“Count.”

The Count had increased the amount of time spent in the mansion after seeing Brielle sitting alone. He decided that he might not be able to see the precious features of his nephew before he grows up.

However, he had no choice but to work at the mansion. He lifted his head at Marie’s call.

The spontaneous gaze turned to his nephew in Marie’s arms. He looked at him with a huge smile that caught her eyes.

“Please come here for a minute.”

In a hurrying voice, as if Marie had something urgent, he hurried over without getting a chance to greet Brielle.

He didn’t know, but Marie was urging him because she had been waiting for today.

“Where are we going?”

She didn’t even answer him, but he took the lead as they got closer.

“Hey… Why…”

“This is a movable bathtub. Come closer.”

Marie said, leaving him bewildered as she began to strip Brielle’s clothes.

“Are you giving him a bath?”

The Count asked in front of the bathtub he arrived to, expressing curiosity.

“What is this?”

The bathtub didn’t just contain water. Something black was floating around in it as well.

“Seaweed.”

Marie said out in the tone that it wasn’t much, but a subtle expectation was revealed. She prepared it for Brielle, and when she imagined him playing with it, she was more excited than him.

She wants to give Brielle a tactile play like everyone else had at the cultural center previously, but she was struggling to find a way to give it to him. She kept pestering the count because she wants to help Brielle’s development at an age where people are starving outside. She was more worried that she was using food.

That’s when she finally found it while snooping around the kitchen, in anticipation that there would be food that wasn’t used.

Seaweed ends.

She didn’t expect much as this was a western background in the Middle Ages. There was such a difference in how things are in the book.

Marie asked the chef, and he mentioned throwing away the seaweed ends, so she took it with her. Then prepared a moveable bathtub.

She didn’t know how much time the Count would have in the mansion, worrying about the seaweed going bad.

After learning that he was working at the mansion, she decided to pour water and prepare it.

It was her plan to get the Count and Brielle a little closer by playing tactile games together.

He was dragged in without knowing anything. His mouth widened at the sight of the nanny, who put seaweed in the bathtub. He was also at a loss for words when she responded so casually.

“What are you doing now?”

The last time when he saw Brielle practicing flipping, he pulled out his sword and felt extremely embarrassed. So he decided to ask first this time, restraining his emotions as much as possible.

“Tactile play.”

“What…? Tactile play?”

“Yes, it is good for muscle development. It is good for emotional development too.”

“How do you play this game…”

He frowned, it was something he hadn’t imagined.

“It’s like this.”

She then restrained Brielle from dipping into the bathtub.

“You just have to let the Young Master go into the bathtub and let him play with seaweed. Though it would be better if you play with seaweed next to him.”

“Ah… no, but…”

Upon listening to Marie’s explanation, he realized that it was not a dangerous game. He knows that seaweed isn’t harmful, but he hesitated to dip his nephew, Brielle, in the bathtub.

“Oh, look at this.”

She hugged Brielle briefly, pulled out a small piece of seaweed stalks from the bathtub, and made eyebrows for Brielle.

“How is this?”

Brielle was curious about the slick sensation, and he removed what was on his eyebrows with his hand. Then he shook his arms back and forth.

“Then, let’s start.”

Marie carefully handed over Brielle and finally put the baby into the bathtub.

“Bu bu!!”

As he felt the warm water, Brielle laughed, raising his voice.

“Here, like this. Count, try it.”

Marie, who finally settled Brielle in the bathtub, gave a piece of seaweed to the Count as well and demonstrated it for him.

He looked at the seaweed in his hand.

“If Brielle likes it, I guess it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

Following Marie, he rubbed the seaweed on his nephew’s body. Brielle’s babbling, as he twisted his arms because of the tickling, grew louder.

“You like it don’t you?”

She unfolded the handkerchief, which she had placed next to her, soaked in warm water and covered Brielle’s upper body.

“Why…”

“To not lower his body temperature.”

“Ah….”

He reflected on her careful attentiveness. While he was struggling with the problem of rubbing only one seaweed, the nanny was playing with Brielle.

The Count splashed water lightly in front of Brielle, and the excited baby struggling with his arms towards him. Thanks to this, some of the water in the bathtub splashed on him.

“Are you okay?”

His shirt was soaked.

Marie, who handed the towel that was placed next to her, blushed when she saw him with a white shirt soaking wet.

‘When the hell did you work out separately?’

He didn’t look like someone sitting at a desk all day. The towel in her hand lost its direction as she hurriedly turned away her eyes. Marie’s hand reached past his hand and went closer to his shoulder.

“Ah…”

Marie, now trapped in his arms, became embarrassed.

“I’m sorry.”

He also was at loss for words due to his embarrassment and didn’t know what to do. Marie barely came to her senses from the sound of Brielle’s laughter that was so different from the subtle atmosphere between the two.

“Ahem.”

He coughed and hurriedly started playing with Brielle again. The Count and Marie’s faces were red. Brielle started splashing water on them.

***

“What are you making?”

A few days have passed since she played the tactile play. When Ellie came to Brielle’s room, she asked after seeing what Marie’s making.

“A Doll.”

Specifically, it was an attachment doll. It was a little late when she thought about when an attachment relationship began, but she wanted to make sure her diligent hand made it for Brielle. She used his nap time to make it, though it took much longer than expected.

“Oh my… is it for the Young Master?”

Marie, who secretly laughed at Ellie’s words, stroked Brielle’s hair. She was a precocious child, but when she looked at him like this, it was clear that he was like any other child.

She suddenly saw Brielle turn her gaze from her sewing.

“Yes.”

Ellie, who asked her lightly, thought how cute Marie was by just answering without saying anything else. She saw the child’s cheek bulging.

‘She’s going to cry. Enough with the pranks.’

“The bear is for the Young Master.”

“Yeah?”

Ellie’s face turned to her since what Marie was making now was a rabbit doll.

“Then… is this?”

She said after Marie gave her a bright expression. A Voice full of expectations turned to her.

“Of course, it’s yours. But I’m going to make it bigger, so you have to wait a little longer. Will you wait?”

“Yes!”

She could see how excited Ellie responded by waving her head.

When Marie first came here and went to the house where she lived with Ellie, she remembered the shock she received Somehow in the house, the younger siblings only have clothes that are much like rags. She didn’t have a single doll.

She, who possessed Marie’s body, felt sorry for those children, but she hadn’t thought of making a doll like this because she had been caring for their food and clothes with the money earned from the Count.

When she looked at Ellie now, her tears swelled. She quickly wiped it away so the child wouldn’t see them.

“Were you scared at night?”

“Yes. Though it was all right because the knights are protecting from the outside.”

There was another thing that surprised her when she came here. Since Brielle was young, she had to spend almost all her time at the Count’s, during which her younger siblings were left at home.

After learning about that, Marie asked the Count if she could stay with her siblings in the employees’ quarters, and he replied that he was willing to do so. In addition to that, he instead even gave a room on the same floor as Brielle rather than the employees’ quarters.

This allowed Marie and her three family members to stay in the mansion.

Marie recalled her gratitude towards the Count and went back to sewing.

***

A crisis came into the daily lives of Brielle and Marie.

The cause was diapers.

“Now, Young Master. Let’s lie down.”

“Boo! Boo! Ru! Ru!”

As if he knew, just laying him down to change his diaper would cause him to fuss.

Even now, he turned and was running away in a crawl. Considering how quick he was, it was enough to just chase and go round and round the room all day.

“Young Master, look at this.”

So, Marie’s method was attracting attention with beautiful objects. Fortunately, Brielle loved his teddy bear. So, he was still hesitating to see the doll while running away.

“Now, shall we lie down with the bear?”

And Erin, who was waiting next to him, snatched the baby boy.

“Boo! Ah! Boo!”

Brielle was embarrassed and angry, trying to struggle, but Erin’s strength was strong As usual. In the end, he was forced to lay down and change diapers.

Brielle shook the bear in front of him and started at Marie with a fierce look. Though, it was useless.

Marie, looking at her Young Master, who had a serious look, with affection and gently patted him. She could see him turning his head away. As Marie and Erin burst into laughter at the sight, Brielle’s brow creased a little deeper.

At times like this, he looked very similar to his uncle, the Count.

“Okay, you’re done.”

As the scary Erin let go of her hand, Brielle hugged and buried his face in his teddy bear.