“Ha… ha… ha…”
Rosamiris had been running for about an hour since dawn. Her brother had refused to teach her magic combat techniques, but Rosamiris wasn’t one to give up easily.
If she couldn’t get official approval, she would just have to practice in secret. To learn magic combat techniques, it was essential to build up basic physical strength through training.
And just when she had started to worry about her belly fat, she wanted to develop her abdominal muscles to maintain a beautiful figure. If only she could become strong enough to punch a giant with her fist like her brother… no, that was impossible.
She couldn’t be like her brother. Her brother was better at magic combat techniques than most knights. He had already graduated by skipping grades, but apparently, he had always been at the top of the class in magic combat techniques during his time at school.
He had good looks, a good brain, and was a perfect human being. It would probably take more than three years to reach that level. She only intended this physical training for the sake of preparing for the “curse” that would come in three years. She didn’t want anything more than that.
“Today is the day when Bianca comes as an adopted daughter.”
After taking a bath and changing her clothes, and having her hair done by Nina, Rosamiris, along with Nina and other maids, went to the front gate of the mansion to greet the Roseline Viscount’s carriage.
When the viscount’s house servant opened the door, a lovely young lady stepped out. Her golden hair was beautifully braided, and her dress, decorated with plenty of frills, was the same butterfly-like yellow as her eyes.
Although she was said to be fifteen years old, Rosamiris thought she looked like she was the same age as her, thirteen.
“Welcome, Miss Bianca. Today, my father and brother are out for work. However, I, Rosamiris Falbe Lattiano, humbly welcome you as the representative of our count’s house.”
She respectfully grasped the hem of her dress and expressed her welcome. Even though Bianca was to become an adopted daughter, she was still the daughter of the viscount’s family. Rosamiris wanted the servants on the other side to see what kind of young lady the count’s daughter was.
“Oh, how beautiful…”
“As expected of the Lattiano family’s young lady…”
“Oh, I can’t believe she’s only thirteen. She’s so picturesque.” The servants of the viscount’s family whispered their impressions in a low voice as Rosamiris performed the perfect manners of a lady.
Ignoring their expected reactions with a calm face, when Rosamiris raised her head, she saw…
“What on earth?! I am the legitimate daughter of the Roseline Viscount’s family, Bianca. And yet, neither Lord Sanun Rudia nor Count Lattiano are here to greet me! I cannot believe that you have come to pick me up with fewer maids who are younger than me!”
“Bianca-sama, please watch your words…! The other party is Miss Rosamiris, the count’s daughter!!”
“I am about to become the count’s foster daughter. Do you, as a servant of the viscount’s family, dare to talk back to me?”
It seems that Bianca is not happy with the people who came to pick her up. Perhaps she didn’t like that the thirteen-year-old Rosamiris appeared as the representative of the count’s family. Certainly, compared to the tall Bianca, Rosamiris is about a head shorter. (“…I feel foolish for having expectations.”)
I had a little hope that a completely different “Beautiful Bianca” might come, unlike the woman named Bianca who stole my fiancé. After all, I never thought they would have the same name.
(“I have to act firmly as the count’s daughter.”)
If my brother or father were around, Bianca would behave, but that’s not enough. Even if she is older, Rosamillis must show the dignity appropriate for a countess’s daughter and properly raise her.
After all, Bianca too will bear the banner of the Count’s family and marry some gentleman. If she continues with such an attitude, the family’s reputation will hit rock bottom.
“Well, never mind that. More importantly, Lady Rosamiris, is Lord Siegforten not here? I want to get closer to him, even just a little.”
(“Does she already have feelings for Sieg? Isn’t it too soon, even by a lot?”) It’s clearly faster than last time.
Rosamiris was abandoned by her fiancé for the sixth time in her life when she was sixteen, just before the curse of “decay” manifested. Since the period when her sixth fiancé became involved with Bianca was not even a year, she estimated that they would meet two years later at the earliest.
It cannot be asserted that the curse will manifest at the age of sixteen. In fact, age doesn’t matter, and it may be that the key trigger for the fiancé’s abandonment is the fiancé himself… Rosamiris made up her mind.
“Oh yeah, when you’re invited to a tea party, be sure to take this Bianca with you.”
“I decline.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“Lord Sieg’s fiancée is me, Rosamiris Falbe Lattiano. Unfortunately, Bianca will not have such an opportunity.”
“Well! The engagement between the children of the duke’s family was decided by their parents. Isn’t it okay for me to enjoy tea with you? Younger people should follow older people, right!?”
“If you want to talk about age, should we also ask for Sanun’s opinion? Is that still okay?”
“…”
Seeing Bianca fall silent, it seems that she also wants to please Sanun. Sanun is the future head of the count’s family. And Sanun will never let a lady like Bianca near his sister Rosamiris’s fiancé, Siegforten, by mistake. It’s because it’s related to their family’s reputation.
“I understand. I-I apologize for what I said.”
Rosamiris secretly breathed a sigh of relief as Bianca lowered her head. She felt a little better. It’s not related to her current self because it’s from her previous life, but she couldn’t help but remember because their names and faces are the same.
Bianca must have felt good at the time when she stole someone else’s man and saw the crying face of the woman who was abandoned. At least Rosamiris cherished her sixth fiancé, Sirius.
