I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 44]
Translated by: ME
[Stop lazing around and do some work.]
While I was reading a book of poetry, my mother hit me on the back with a broom.
Having my reading time, which is Maisie's only pleasure, interrupted made me feel awful.
But when she continued with, [You're useless,] I couldn't argue because it was true.
Sulkily putting down the book and standing up, Maisie sighed.
During the graduation ball when individual critiques were given to outstanding poets, for some reason Maisie's name wasn't called.
As I stood there dumbfounded, Silas had disappeared somewhere without me noticing.
My stepfather and Felicia pulled me back to the wall but I seriously don't know what happened.
(Something went wrong.)
Maybe they'll realize it later and the royal official or Mrs. Weiss will come to apologize.
It's not impossible that I'll be recommended as a court poet attached to the royal family at that time.
Rather, isn't it possible that they chose this method to do thorough discussion with Maisie.?
Thinking about it that way makes sense.
(Yes, that's definitely it.)
If that's the case, then I can relax.
If I can become a court poet, it'll be okay even if my engagement with Silas falls through.
There are tons of people in the world, not just noble daughters, who aim to become court poets.
With just talent, you can gain the status of serving by the king's side, so there are even more people among the commoners who aim for it.
Maisie had been aiming for it even before entering the Goddard family.
Since then, I've been submitting poems to various contests, and I've even won some lower-level prizes a few times.
Once, someone who was also aiming to be a poet said to me in a seemingly kind way, [The beginning part felt like I'd read it somewhere before, but I think it's well-written.]
[But the second half is unbelievably sloppy, or rather, cliché.]
[If you work harder on that part, you might be able to get into a higher-level prize?]
Eh, Maisie, speechless, had her shoulder tapped as they said casually, [Good luck.]
Honestly, I didn't feel very good.
I don't understand the point of criticizing me so arrogantly just because I got the same prize.
It's none of your business.
I suddenly wondered what that person was doing now.
I haven't seen their name among the winners of any prizes since then.
I'm sure they gave up on the path of poetry, married someone, and are living an ordinary life.
[That's not bad, either.]
I muttered with a faint smile.
That kind of life wouldn't be bad either.
But I don't intend to become like that.
I once attended a poetry reading held by the King and Queen.
Felicia, who was selected for honorable mention in the royal anthology of poems, forced me to go with her.
The image of Mrs. Weiss wearing a wonderful dress and reading a poem in front of the King was burned into my eyelids.
(Someday, I too...)
Imagining my ideal self brightened my heart.
[Maisie, how long are you going to stand there daydreaming?]
[Don't you feel bad for making me do all the work?]
My mother shouted hysterically.
[The store next door is looking for a waitress, so get hired before someone else does.]
[A waitress... ?]
[You carry food and drinks in the tavern hall!]
[Even you can do that much, right?]
Saying that, my mother went out looking busy.
To work as a cleaning lady at an inn on a back street.
Maisie and her mother's life changed completely after a certain day just two weeks ago.
A few days after the graduation ceremony, I left the Goddard family with my mother, who declared, [From now on, I'll rely on the Haymer family,] but things didn't go as my mother had hoped.
The people of the Haymer family were a different kind of people than my stepfather.
They stared blankly at my mother, who desperately pleaded about their plight, as if looking at a mysterious creature speaking an unknown language, and eventually coldly said, [Please leave] without even a proper greeting, and kicked us out of the mansion.
Having no choice, we took refuge in the house of my original father, Rex Mogridge, but the next day, that man, who was also my real father, disappeared with My dowry that my stepfather had given me and my mother's money in the name of alimony.
All that was left was an old rented house and my father's debt.
Even so, I have a dream.
Thinking that way, I'm not afraid of anything.
For a while, I have no choice but to appease my mother and work as a waitress, but I'm sure I'll be greeted by the court soon.
[It'll be too late to apologize when that time comes.]
I imagined Silas's face behind the Haymer Marquis and his wife, looking down at Me as if he had given up on something.
That face, which seemed to say that I was useless, how would it be distorted when he learned of my success?
Imagining Silas's frustrated face, I smiled to myself.
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This is the height of delusion, bordering on mental illness. It's sad (and scary) to see places where they're allowed to roam freely.
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