The Villainess’s Daughter Is Getting an Obsession

cares about results.”

Apparently, Ian knew about my mother, but it seemed like he didn’t know too much.

“…”

“Don’t worry.
I won’t do that anymore.
I was just checking who it was.”

“…I understand.”

* * *

My mother is in the North, and Sir Shubart is a busy person, so I had dinner alone.
Ian was next to me, but he never sat with me.
Sometimes I wondered if he ate.

There was a fairly thick sheet of paper next to my meal.
It contained information about the nobles.
Before going to the banquet, I had to memorize all of them.
Even if I know the original story, it’s been a long time ago since I read it, so my memory is not accurate.
Even when I took a bath, the papers were with me.
As I lay in the bathtub, I was busy memorizing them.

* * *

Ian was sitting on the sofa as if waiting for someone in the central room.
He used to wait there when he was given personal time because he shouldn’t be against the young Lady’s mood at home.  

Then, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from outside.
He went to the window and checked.
It was the familiar Shubart’s carriage.
Ian got up from his seat and welcomed him.

“The young Lady is taking a bath.”

“Aah, okay.
Are you adjusting well?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll have to wait until she comes out.”

The men behind Shubart had brought a full load.
It looked like Shubart brought things that weren’t here yet.

Ian followed Shubart silently.
Sitting on the sofa, Shubart loosened his tie.
He leaned his back comfortably and called the maid.

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“Bring me some water.”

“Yes, I’ll bring it in a minute.”

The maid blushed and disappeared quickly.

“Everything is fine, isn’t it?”

Of course, Ian was going to tell him what happened today.
He has always been like that and will always be like that.
Because that’s the reason he exists here.

But then.

“…Yes.
Nothing happened.
The young Lady made a fitting dress today and stopped by the dessert shop.”

There should be more words behind that story, but he didn’t say anything more.
One corner of Shubart’s mouth was slightly raised.

“Okay.
I’m sure nothing would have happened.
Your duty is to risk your life to protect her.”

Shubart’s eerie voice pierced Ian’s ear.
Of course, Shubart couldn’t have known about it.

Ian felt cold sweat trickling down.
As a sign of reflection, he bowed his head toward him.

“… I’ll keep that in mind.”

* * *

When I was in the bathroom, I heard Sir Shubart had arrived.
I put on a thick shower robe, squeezed the water out of my hair, and went out.
The maid said I had to dry my hair, but after receiving a towel from her, I headed straight to the living room.

“When did you come?”

In the living room, Sir Shubart and Ian were together.
Probably reporting about today’s work.

“Did you eat the cake?”

I turned to Ian and asked.

“Yes, I did.”

“Thank god.”

I looked at Ian briefly and then returned to Sir Shubart.

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“What cake?”

“Ah, on the way home earlier, the cake looked delicious, so I gave it to Ian as a present.
I never did anything to him after he became my escort.”

I wrapped my hair with a towel and sat on the sofa.
Sir Shubart pouted his mouth and uttered with a discontented voice.

“You never bought me a cake.”

I know very well that he deliberately exaggerated his expression.
He seems to think that I’m still a child.
Then I smirked.

“Did I have to do something like that too between us?”

“Of course, I need it.”

“Then I’ll buy for Sir Shubart next time.”

“I’m looking forward to it.
Come and sit down.
Lucellai has a message for you.”

“Mother? She can’t come here for a while?”

“Why does it sound like something you wished for?”

I smiled slightly at Sir Shuabart’s mischievous response.

“No way.
I miss my mother.”

Sir Shubart smiled and held out the letter with his index finger.
I took it lightly and sat down on the sofa.

The contents of the letter were concise.
The list of people I needed to approach at the banquet was checked again, and the words take care of myself were briefly written at the end.
She’s not the type of person who usually writes things like this.
Without realizing it, I smoothed the letter.

Sir Shubart spoke a few more words with me and left immediately.

“Ian.”

Long after Sir Shubart’s carriage left, I entered the room and found Ian.

“Yes, my Lady.”

Ian, who appeared like a shadow, knelt in front of me.

“There was something I forgot to prepare because I was in a hurry to prepare the dress.”