Revenge of Reborn Villainess

“…I see.”

Listening to Sella’s report, Eshika smiled faintly.

She had expected the Duchess to check on the food.

As a result of the morning fortune meal, her complexion noticeably improved.

Of course, eating truly fresh food contributed to that.

There were times when she barely survived on tough bread of poor quality, not much better than rocks.

It was a reflex to break out in hives, but she had no choice but to endure it to avoid starving to death.

There was a time when she pleaded with Yurie to exchange the jewels for fresh food, but Yurie pretended to be concerned and said,

“The Duchess is currently punishing you… If she catches you avoiding the punishment, she’ll be greatly disappointed. What if she says something bad about you to the Duke?”

She thought receiving the Duchess’s hatred was unavoidable.

But her relationship with her husband, Kallian… thinking it would worsen, she decided to endure even eating stale bread with determination.

Before recovering her memories as a spirit, she knew nothing and was naive and foolish.

“Anyway, even if a splendid menu is now presented, no one will suspect anything.”

Sella said, seemingly relieved, 

She had been impatiently bringing good food to Eshika while avoiding the mistress’s gaze.

“…….”

Eshika looked at the scenery outside the window.

The vast garden of the mansion stretched out.

Though it looked beautiful, this place was always a prison for her.

A prison where she couldn’t get anything to say or eat.

What she considered unfair at first gradually became familiar, making her feel powerless.

After getting married, she had gone out of Klaus Mansion only twice.

That too, in the early days of marriage, and she was under the surveillance of Duchess like a folding screen.

Leona did not allow any personal outings for her beyond that.

Even when news of her father’s illness reached her or when a letter arrived announcing the birth of a niece, it was the same.

“Eshika Klaus. Even if it’s a family matter, leaving the mansion without my permission is tantamount to disrespecting Klaus.”

With stern eyes and a cold voice, Eshika, tamed by that, lived in the house like a sick dog.

Ironically, Leona, who prevented her personal outings, freely attended various events and parties inside and outside Klaus Mansion.

“No matter how much you want to go to a tea party, do you think the ladies from the other house will respect Klaus when they see you, a countryside girl, sitting as the Duchess? It’s as good as smearing dirt on Klaus’s face.”

Even Yurie, who was by her side, was the same.

“Eshika… What the Duchess said is correct. Noble ladies from the capital, Terres, hide sharp intentions behind smiling faces and refined language. If you, who are not accustomed to the capital’s etiquette, cannot understand their sincerity, you’ll become a laughingstock.”

As a result, even though she received such unfair treatment, she couldn’t even think of informing her family or the outside world.

She became accustomed to the shabby space and decaying meals, thinking that it was her destiny.

She became completely tamed by the abuse in Klaus, a confined space.

Lost in thought for a moment, Eshika picked up a piece of paper and began writing something.

Then she crumpled it and handed it to Sella.

“Deliver this to Hermos.”