The Reincarnated Thirty-Something Woman’s Otherworldly Reform Life
[Gai of Margrave Azenda's Domain - Part 1]
Translated by: ME
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Author's note:
It's a bit short, so I'll update with another one later.
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Several peaceful days passed as if nothing had happened.
The bookshelf lock had been gently closed the next day, quietly returning to its usual state.
She spent her time with Rosa working on making gifts.
While Rosa took care of her meticulously, Magnolia thought they probably couldn't understand each other's fundamental perspectives. But as long as Rosa properly did her job as a maid, that was enough; expecting anything more was nonsensical.
Having suddenly become a small child, she realized she had unconsciously developed a sense of dependence on those around her. If she were an adult—the Japanese Magnolia—she wouldn't have expected that much from someone who was neither a friend nor family.
As long as they didn't become an active enemy, it was fine.
Since Magnolia still didn't fully understand the common sense and ways of thinking in this world, perhaps Rosa's method was actually the correct one here.
Even if they were both mistaken, she couldn't bend personal identity or policy, nor did she need to. If they both made some effort and still found themselves incompatible, then so be it.
But if they had to spend a long time together, it was better to minimize friction.
Keep talking to a minimum. Be polite in return for politeness. Be sincere in return for sincerity.
While being looked after, she would do things to a degree that satisfied Rosa, and in exchange, she would also make some requests of her own. Within harmless limits, of course.
She had roughly figured out the Gilmore side's background.
As for the Burton family, judging from her mother's attitude, the lack of detailed documents at home, and the likelihood of never meeting them, there was probably no way to investigate further. Given Wisteria's state, she likely didn't want Magnolia involved. There was no need to force closeness and hurt each other.
Especially since she properly had Brian. Moreover, there was a good chance of younger siblings in the future.
Now that she understood she wasn't that important to her parents, she thought it was time to switch gears and prepare for her next move.
***
Carefully, meticulously, straight. She moved the needle and thread with caution.
A lilac flower for Lila, a daisy for Daisy.
She embroidered the flowers that were the origin of their names onto fabric with frills sewn on. She planned to make small pouches from this fabric and put the embroidered handkerchiefs inside.
The reason the Ascald Kingdom was called the 'Country of Flowers' was said to be because it began with the marriage between the King of Ascald and the Flower Goddess at its founding.
In keeping with this, girls born in this country were given flower names.
It was said the goddess of the flower given would protect the girl throughout her life.
Magnolia was a magnolia. A beautiful, but rather subdued flower.
(A marriage between a human and a goddess, huh.)
It's like a light novel. Magnolia's gaze grew distant.
No, it's mythology. Since Earth also had similar myths of gods and humans everywhere, she thought humans probably had similar reactions across different worlds and histories.
(Well, given there are beings who seem to have slipped in from other worlds, maybe interspecies marriage is surprisingly real too.)
Her very existence was like something out of a light novel.
Thinking about the absurdity of her own existence, she let out a cynical 'Hah'.
***
She made them so they could be given at any time.
She watched for an opportunity so she could fly away at any time.
If her life might depend on it, all the more reason. Preparations must be perfect.
***
「Oh? Good day, little lady.」
Since he wasn't in the garden or the orangery, she came to the work shed to see the old gardener, but found an unfamiliar old man—or middle-aged man? He wasn't so old as to be called an elder, but he was definitely a seasoned, sturdy man in his prime.
Seeing Magnolia's face, his eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly resumed his expression.
His attire looked like a gardener's or a laborer's, but something about his aura felt off.
He was small for an adult, but had broad shoulders and a thick chest, seeming strong.
Brown hair, brown eyes. Narrow eyes and a thin nose, rather plain at first glance, but his eyes were somehow...
(...A dangerous type? He's leaking an extraordinary amount of pressure.)
「...Where ish the old gardener?」
Perhaps it was a mistake to have sent Daisy to prepare tea.
...Could kidnappers or thieves really sneak into the mansion in the middle of the day? If so, that was far too dangerous.
The old gardener was said to have been a knight of Gilmore long ago. After getting injured and retiring, he apparently took up work as a gardener. He was very kind, so whenever she went to the garden, she always stopped by the work shed to have him as a conversation partner.
Furthermore, he was quite knowledgeable about plants, so lately, she had been persistently asking him about poisons and antidotes, which made him give wry smiles.
And that old man wasn't here.
Raising her guard, she scanned the room. There was no sign of anyone tied up, just tools for gardening, a simple water source, a small table and chairs.
...It was the same small room as always.
Simultaneously, she searched with her eyes for anything that could serve as a weapon.
(Preferably something long. And I'll hit without hesitation to stop him from moving!)
Magnolia, *Hmph!*, put spirit into it and let out a big breath through her nose.
The man's narrow eyes opened a bit, and he was stifling a snicker.
When encountering assailants or thieves, the golden rule was not to resist or fight back, but to run first.
However, when confrontation was unavoidable, holding back or hesitating to injure the opponent could lead to them getting enraged and putting her life in even greater danger.
If she had to do it, go all out, and make it count.
(No matter how I think about it, I can't outrun him.)
In a small box in the corner of the room were a work sickle and a small fork. In another corner, she could see a stick used for knocking things down from high places.
As if firmly resolved, she raised her usually slightly drooping eyebrows. Just as Magnolia lowered her hips, ready to move at any moment, the man in front of her gave a wry smile, his shoulders shaking slightly, and raised both hands.
「Sorry, sorry. My face just looks like a villain's, scared ya, didn't I? I'm Gai. I'm an old acquaintance of the gardener grandpa.」
「…………」
「Can't trust me, huh. Well, with this look, can't be helped. But you're a brave little lady.」
The man who called himself Gai laughed amusingly, *Kukuku*, deep in his throat.
「I came to the royal capital on business from a place called the Azenda Border County. While I was at it, I came to see the old man after a long time, but he said he'd hurt his back, so I was just covering his work for a bit.」
「…………」
Azenda Border County. Where her muscular grandfather was.
Feigning acquaintance was a common tactic for kidnappers.
A significant number of people, both nobles and commoners, probably knew about the relationship between Azenda and Gilmore, so there was no guarantee he was really from Azenda.
...Furthermore, there was absolutely no rule saying that someone from a known place or person couldn't harm her.
The name could also be an alias.
Why bother mentioning Azenda? If it was their first meeting, looking at her attire, it wouldn't be strange to think she was a servant's child. They probably couldn't expect much ransom.
...Her hair and eyes? Lily had said this color only existed in the Gilmore family within the Ascald Kingdom.
(Does he know my identity?)
Pursing her small lips tightly, the man scratched his head, looking troubled at the sight of Magnolia like that.
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