THE REBORN LADY IS LOVED BY HER FOSTER BROTHER: THE SCARIEST VILLAIN - CHAPTER 151

 

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Chapter: 151 An Unfortunate Fate.

To save her father from his Fate of death , Ortansia travelled back in time and altered the meeting between her father and mother.

Truly, her sole desire was to save her father.

...She never imagined that altering the very event of their meeting would so drastically change their subsequent destinies.

It seems Ortansia was not her father's biological daughter; even now, having returned from the past, she can still exist.

Yet, on the other hand, it appears the Verite Ducal House has undergone a profound shift in fate.

“Ah, I see!”

Before Ortansia stood a smiling cheerful girl, Marguerite.

She was... the current ‘Duke’s Daughter’ of the Verite household.

“You came to hear about my maid recruitment, right?”

Marguerite pressed forward abruptly, leaving Ortansia flustered.

“Er…”

“So that's what “Duke’s daughter” means, eh? Don't worry, I understand perfectly well. Heh heh, I wanted a maid about the same age!”

Rambling on unilaterally, Marguerite grabbed Ortansia's arm and pulled her firmly inside the gate.

“Young Miss, it's dangerous! We don't even know who she is…”’

The gatekeeper panicked, but Marguerite merely smiled like it didn't matter.

“It's fine. She's just a girl, carrying no weapons or anything dangerous. Right, Brother?”

Marguerite turned to ask Gérard, and Ortansia's heart skipped a beat.

Glancing briefly towards Gérard, she met his gaze fixed intently upon her.

‘H-!’

That gaze wasn't the warm one usually directed at her.

It was cold, probing, and wary.

As Ortansia instinctively looked away, Gérard murmured.

“...It's fine. Should that woman attempt any mischief within the ducal grounds, she'll soon regret it.”

At those words, which could be taken as a threat, Ortensia found herself holding her breath.

...Gérard's nature hadn't changed.

He was the Duke's guardian, possessing a coldness that could be called merciless.

But before fate changed, that drawn blade-like intimidation had never been directed at Ortansia herself.

‘Though she had been affected by the aura directed at others’.

He had always treated Ortansia as someone to be protected.

‘But now it's different.’

To the current Gérard, Ortansia was nothing more than an intruder attempting to break into the ducal household.

...What he sought to protect was not Ortansia, but Marguerite.

‘She is the current Ducal daughter…’

Ortansia stared at Marguerite, who was cheerfully tugging her hand along.

The same silver hair as Gérard. Marguerite's expressive face made it hard to tell at first glance, but upon closer inspection, her features were also beautifully shaped, resembling Gérard's.

...Was she, like Ortansia, a girl taken in from somewhere?

Or was she...

Ortansia was led into a room within the duke's residence.

The interior of the mansion hadn't changed much since Ortansia had lived there.

However, there were aspects that felt slightly off, like the atmosphere of the finer interior details.

...It was likely because the person overseeing things was different now.

“Hehe, well then, take a seat.”

Prompted by Marguerite, Ortansia hesitantly sat down on a chair.

Marguerite took the seat opposite, with Gérard standing beside her.

Seeing Gérard standing guard beside Marguerite, like he was protecting her, made Ortansia's heart ache sharply.

‘...That place was meant for me.’

Before fate changed, it was Ortansia who had been protected by Gérard.

But now, a definite physical distance existed between Ortansia and Gérard, and an even greater psychological distance.

To him, the present Ortansia was neither family nor anyone he needed to protect.

She was nothing more than a stranger.

Realising this anew, Ortansia felt tears welling up.

‘Why am I feeling so weak... I changed fate and saved Father…’

Even telling herself this, she couldn't seem to snap out of it immediately.

“Well, right... First, tell me your name.”

Marguerite, who was standing in front of her, called out to her, and Ortansia, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head.

She wore a bright, carefree smile, her pure eyes fixed on Ortansia.

It seemed Marguerite believed Ortansia had come to the duke's residence after hearing about the vacancy for a maid to the Lady

Saying ‘That's not it’ now would surely have her handed over to the constabulary as a suspicious character.

Besides... Ortansia had nowhere else to go right now.

If Marguerite was labouring under that misconception, she might as well make the most of it.

Having made up her mind, Ortensia slowly opened her mouth.

“...My name is Ortansia. I apologise for my earlier rudeness; I was unfamiliar with the customs here.”

“Ortansia! What a lovely name! Where are you from?”

Hearing the question from Marguerite, Ortansia faltered for a moment.

‘I was taken in by the duke's household at seven and have lived here ever since…’

But that was in her “original world”, before her fate changed dramatically.

In this world, Ortansia was not a duke's daughter.

Then what was she?

“...I came from the Arnon Orphanage. My father was absent from birth, and my mother passed away when I was very young.”

Had she not been taken in by the duke's household, Ortansia would surely have lived at the orphanage forever.

Naturally, she would have had to leave the orphanage upon reaching adulthood. Perhaps she might have ended up somewhere like this, or even considered working for the duke's household.

As these thoughts passed through her mind, she forced out an answer designed to avoid arousing suspicion. Marguerite covered her mouth with her hand, looking deeply sympathetic.

“My, my...! You've endured such hardship. I've visited other orphanages myself. I'm delighted to welcome a child with such an unfortunate background as yours.”

…An unfortunate background.

At those words, her heart gave a start and began to beat audibly.

...It was only natural Marguerite would think that.

She was a Duke's daughter, raised in a grand mansion surrounded by the finest things.

Whereas the current Ortansia was an orphan wearing shabby clothes, with nowhere else to go.

Objectively speaking, it wasn't hard to see why one might consider her unfortunate…

‘Am I unfortunate?’

Was that truly something for others to decide?

She couldn't help but think so.

“Rest assured, Ortansia. I very much wish for you to work here.”

Marguerite said this in a voice brimming with goodwill.

Seeing this, Gérard frowned.

“Marguerite. You can't just act on your own whim…”

“It's fine, Brother! Mother would surely approve too!”

The words  Marguerite's said startled Ortansia.

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