CHAPTER 5

How The Male Lead Cures The Young Lady Who Has A Limited Time

"What's going on?"

"Well, Lady Yvette...!"

"Ah, is that true?"

The servants, who belatedly grasped the situation, huddled together and chatted.

Yvette ignored them and walked to the front door.

Just before she opened the door.

"Oh, right."

Yvette looked back for the last time, as if she had remembered something.

Then Baron Larish, who was running into her direction, caught her eye.

"S-stop right there!"

Baron Larish grumbled with his red face.

Yvette, who was staring at the pathetic figure, opened her mouth.

"I will not say thank you for raising me. Even If I don't say that, you've been rewarded enough."

Baron Larish distorted his face when he heard that.

"Th-This arrogant girl...! I don't even know who the person that I've raised until now is!"

She could hear an evil sound behind her, but Yvette didn't care and left through the front door.

All she had in her mind was to find a new house.

* * * *

Meanwhile, at the same time.

"How's Young Lady Blanche doing?"

"Yes, I even checked the carriage."

"Okay, then, get out of here."

"Yes."

The knight, who answered politely, bowed down and left the room.

After Noel confirmed that she was already leaving, he buried his back deeply in the chair.

Yvette told him it was her first time meeting him, but Noel knew her identity from the first time he saw her.

She said she didn't know me, so I just went along with it.

'….. I don't know if she's acting or not.'

Noel laughed as he recalled the embarrassed face of Yvette.

It would be too clumsy to say that she's his first time, and too absurd to say that she will be the last.

'I don't think you approached me on purpose.'

Noel tapped the armrest with his fingertips.

[I, just… I just want to live.]

He closed his eyes, recalling her voice when she was drunk and crying.

A cool energy lingered on his face where his smile disappeared.

'..... well, we'll see which one is true.'

If you deliberately pretended not to know, it means you're hiding something from me.

If you really didn't recognize me…..

'Well, I think it will be interesting as well.'

Noel slowly closed his eyes and opened them.

In the blue eye, a sharp difference formed.

* * * *

"..... you're looking for an empty mansion? At this time?"

The broker, who put palm-sized glasses on the tip of his nose, blinked blankly.

He was frightened in many ways by the customer in front of him.

Because the name of the store was not well known, It was amazing that a customer came to the store.

That's not enough, I can't believe she's asking me to show her an empty mansion that she can live in right away today.

For her part, it was bound to be embarrassing.

"It's not like there's no sale at all, but... how much is the price you have in mind?"

The broker asked with a business smile.

Then Yvette, which had been agonizing for a while, opened her mouth clearly.

"Well, I don't know. How much money do rich people usually spend when they buy a mansion?"

Rather, the broker stopped talking when he noticed the customer answering the question with another question.

To ask such a question would mean that she is new to the real estate market.

The broker, who quickly turned the abacus in his head, smiled.

"Hmm, hmmmm. If it’s a mansion that's usually enough to satisfy your precious people, you'd better think of at least 100,000 gold. It could be more than that."

"Really? Then, set a generous budget of around 200,000 gold."

After leaving Baron Larish mansion, the first place she headed to was the Imperial bank.

After arriving at the Imperial bank, the first thing Yvette did was to check her bank account with her name on it.

The Bank of the Empire used magic stone tools to verify their identity.

After the process, I was able to open a bank account under my name.

As a result of that confirmation, Yvette found out that she had a lot of money, enough to buy a couple of mansions in the future.

It was quite a large sum, even considering the money that was taken by Baron Larish.

"Then, let's go!"

When the budget was set, the broker dragged Yvette from place to place with a motivated face.

I don't know how long I've been walking around.

Yvette eventually chose a 2 floor mansion with a small garden on the outskirts of the capital.

The mansion she chose was rather small for a wealthy aristocrat to live in.

In addition, the design was simple without any decorations or ornaments.

While introducing the mansion, the broker looked at the complexion on Yvette's face.

No matter how much he wanted, it seemed to be tactful to show this mansion to the aristocrat.

But Yvette was adamant.

'I'm going to live alone, but I don't need a big house. It's hard to manage.'

To her, this house seemed most suitable for her to live in alone.

"I'll go to this house. Can I come in?"

"Yes. You can go in whenever you want. The previous landlord entrusted me with authority for everything related to the contract."

"Then I'll sign the contract right away. I need a place to stay from today."

The broker immediately handed over the key to her when the contract was signed.

That's how the contract ended.

"Maybe it's neat inside the mansion. The previous owner hired a caretaker to keep it clean until a new owner appears."

"So, does the caretaker live in that mansion now?"

"Yes. As far as I know, there are two people inside the mansion, an elderly grandfather and a young grandson, and that's it. The grandfather was a noble family’s butler, but it seems that he quit due to circumstances."

After finishing the contract, the broker hurried back, saying that he had an appointment.

Yvette, left alone in front of the mansion, hesitated for a moment in front of the porch.

I came out carelessly, but without thinking that I was going to live alone.

'...... First of all, Let's go inside and think about it.'

I have to tell the housetaker that the owner has changed.

Determined, Yvette vigorously opened the front door of the mansion.

* * * *

"What kind of tea would you like?"

"Well, anything is fine."

"Then I'll serve Darjeeling tea. Since it's before dinner, should I skip the refreshments?"

"Yes. I don't really have an appetite right now, so I think tea will be enough."

Yvette replied with a troubled look.

Her eyes, who lost their interest to stay, wandered around.

At the moment, she was sitting alone at a table that seemed to be able to hold more than ten people.

And next to her stood an old man dressed neatly in his butler uniform.

The hair that was neatly flipped back was long white, and the friendly face who was deeply wrinkled.

His clothes were so well maintained that there was no dust attached to the black butler clothes.

He is the Housekeeper of the mansion mentioned by the broker earlier, and his name is 'Hurbert'.

'Did he say he quit his job as a butler for a noble family before?'

Yvette glanced at Hurbert.

When it was ready, Hurbert put the Darjeeling tea in front of her.

I could feel the scent of a competent butler in his skillful movements.

"Please tell me if the tea is too thick or, on the contrary. It's been a while since I've offered tea to a precious person, so I don't know if it'll suit your taste."

When Hurbert spoke humbly, Yvette shook his head saying It was okay.

"This is good."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Hurbert smiled and said.

"My Lady, you said that you were the new owner of this mansion, didn't you?"

"Yes."

It was the moment when Yvette nodded at his question.

"No! This is our house!"

A teaspoon flew toward Yvette's head.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

"...... Eden! What are you doing?"

Hurbert, who narrowly squeezed the teaspoon, shouted.

It was a quick move to call an old man nearly 70 years old, but Yvette couldn't bring herself to care about it.

She looked around for a long time and found the culprit.

"I don't like her. Tell her to get out of my house!"

The culprit who threw a teaspoon at Yvette was a boy who appeared to be at most seven years old.

The boy, with teaspoons in both hands, was looking at her with an alert eyes.

Holding a teaspoon the size of a finger in both hands, he looked quite solemn.

As soon as Yvette saw the boy, she smiled in relief.

'......There's no sense of threat at all.'

Unless you are strong enough to stick a teaspoon into the wall with your bare hands, it will be difficult to hurt a person with just a teaspoon.

'I want to kick you out of this mansion, but I don't want to hurt your feelings, and that's how you feel.'

To some extent, she understood.

But what was funny was funny, and what was rude was rude.

Yvette, who suddenly erased her smile from his face, arose from her seat.

"It's a little intense for a greeting."

"…… I'm sorry, My Lady. It's my fault for not being able to take care of this child."

Hurbert bowed down and politely apologized.

Yvette looked alternately between him and Eden and opened her mouth.

"I heard that Mr. Hurbert has a grandson. It is this kid, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Hurbert answered with his head bowed.

Yvette sighed briefly and beckoned to Eden.

"Your name's Eden, isn't it? Can you come over here?"

"Don't call my name! I never allowed you to call my name!"

"Do-don't call my name!"

Whether he was afraid, Eden hid behind Hurbert.

Yvette smiled brightly at him.

"If you don't come on the count of three, do you want me to sell this house back to a scary old man?"

-to be continued

Translated by Aria

Not 100% correct

Credit to the Author

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