Chapter 4: 4

One of the most significant changes in the Count’s mansion recently was that the Master, the Count, was able to stop by the Young Master’s room twice a week before heading to bed.

He had visited the child’s room often before, so it might seem that there weren’t changes, but unlike before, he stayed in the room for quite a while.

Even today, a smile was spreading on the butler’s face, guarding the door as the Count visited Brielle’s room. And the reason was the Master reading books to the Young master.

“The little dragon asked the baby.”

“Boo!”

In the room, as the count flipped the page, Brielle screamed and pointed to the dragon drawn in the book.

“This is a good dragon.”

And on the other side, Marie was sitting and explaining.

‘Because you already like dragons so much, I think you’ll collect all dragon dolls when you become a child.’

She started at Brielle, who was looking at the book with his eyes twinkling.

The Count also looked at his nephew cutely for a while, and after enough time had passed to appreciate the painting, he turned to the next page.

They spent time this way because Marie had to bring some things home for a while so the Count looked over his nephew.

Originally, another maid or butler tried to take care of Brielle, but they couldn’t because he would cry whenever he was with a stranger.

Eventually, at the request of the butler, the Count came personally to take care of him.

However, only thirty minutes later, he regretted the decision. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. He had no idea that the baby was so fast, and if he took his guard off, it might cause an accident.

He felt naive when he just considered Brielle only cute before.

Since he had a job to deal with, he had to bring Brielle to the office. When he grabbed the drawer and opened it without closing it, Brielle would try to find his fountain pen, which the Count had forgotten about it, to put in his mouth.

“Brielle, what if it gets stuck in your mouth.”

The stern expression that would make the senior official tense up did not work with this cute rascal.

Next was the bookshelves turn. He would grab the shelf, stand up, and begin to pull out the nearby books one by one.

He held his nephew cautiously, just in case Brielle would catch a heavy book.

And at that moment, when Brielle looked at a picture in a book that was opened, he shouted.

“Boo!!!”

At first, he was worried if something’s wrong with his nephew, so he called the butler right away.

The butler, who did not know what was going on, ran out to the Master’s order, and at that moment, ran into Marie, who had returned to the mansion.

Marie, who heard only the words the butler, ran to them with a pale, worried expression, worried that something had happened to the Young Master.

But it turned out that he was just pointing to the dragon in the book and struggling with excitement.

The count’s face seemed to be white, as he appeared to be in a temporary panic.

Soon after, Marie, who had taken Brielle from the Count, told him to have a glass of cold water and get a hold of himself. His face turned red after seeing the situation had been cleared.

Marie smiled as she looked at him.

She passed by, smiling brightly to pretend as if she didn’t know the Count’s agitation, but she was aware of the reason he became so terrified.

The death of Brielle’s parents, which was nothing more than an extra in the book, was not described in detail, but it was stated that it was an accident on the way to see the Count. Brielle was also at the site, and if the Count had arrived at least a little later, he would have passed away along with his parents. Perhaps that is why the Count always worried about Brielle being injured by a minor mistake.

‘Even now, if the Young Master coughs a little, he would make a worried expression.’

Her thoughts that perhaps he had a big wound left on his heart passed over her.

Another month passed by.

***

A new change came with Brielle. Now Marie can’t leave him in the dark. He observed wherever she went, even when she only lifted her butt from her chair.

“Young Master, I need to go to the bathroom.”

However, there is no way that the young Master would accept these words. Marie sighed while watching him run away. She then said to the maid.

“I’ll be right back.”

However, the maid felt like a storm was coming from him. She couldn’t handle Brielle crying and kicking his legs.

‘No, where is the one who was always calm next to the nanny?’

The maid sighed, regretting that she had said that she would look after him for a while.

“Marie! Hurry up!”

Eventually, the maid’s scream rang, and when the bathroom door finally opened, Brielle laughed lightly, as if he had been doing so on purpose.

‘You must have a double personality.’

The maid who saw that appearance shook her head and quickly left Brielle to Marie and disappeared.

***

As she only tilted her head, she heard a sound again.

“Maie.”

It was real. The first thing Briel said was calling for her.

Is there another moment more exciting than this?

Whenever she felt afraid of falling into this strange world, it was Brielle that Marie relied most on. He is the precious life she protected. Whenever she recalled that, she had a reason to live here.

As if he knew her heart, Brielle gave her a gift.

And finally, after hearing the news that Brielle was talking to her, the Count visited his nephew’s room after work.

He stood with expectations. However, Brielle turned back.

In the eyes of Brielle, who became increasingly attached to Marie, the Count was stuck continuously with her, and Brielle did not like him.

Whenever his uncle visited to see him, it was natural for his nanny, Marie, to be there.

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“Oh? You are here?”

“Yes, finally Brielle is speaking properly.”
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Marie looked sorry. Though it was like a gift for her, she thought it might be a little sad for him.

“Young Master, did you properly greet the Count?”

She squeezed in between the two, and Marie hugged Brielle, who was sitting in the middle.

“Now, you have to say hello, Young Master.”

Brielle turned his head and turned away from him.

“What’s wrong with you. Well, you did a great job seeing him off this morning.”

Marie, who was embarrassed to say that Brielle only waved his hand excitedly to see him going to work in front of the Count, was sweating, and she had to change the subject in a hurry.

***

“Marie.”

At a distant voice calling herself from far away, she quickly approached.

She looked, and the toys were scattered around again.

It was Ellie, who stood there grumpily.

Ellie broke the toy that the Young Master was playing with first.

As a result, Brielle was shocked, dazed, and rushed toward the toy.

The two’s tagging began again today.

At first, Marie warned her that she shouldn’t do that, but she left it because it made her laugh as the two played with it.

“Ah… I’m sorry.”

In the end, it was Ellie, who apologized to Brielle because her leg was caught, but Marie knew.

She knows that Eli walked slowly on purpose.

“Come on, both of you eat the snacks.”

After leaving Brielle and Ellie playing with Erin for a moment, she went to the kitchen and boiled some sweet potatoes.

“Now, take it yourself and try it.”

She peeled the sweet potato and cut it into small pieces. She was worried about the culture that was reluctant to old crops, but Erin’s reaction seemed to deny such culture.

‘That’s good. Looking at it, this place is a bit far from the perfect Middle Ages. Well, it’s a useful world.’

Marie looked at Erin as she put the sweet potato spilled by Brielle into her mouth. She was also eating sweet potatoes naturally.

“Isn’t it good to just feed the Young Master? He’s spilling a lot.”

“I think it’s better if he eats snacks with his own hands, as it becomes a kind of tactile play for him as well.”

Erin just laughed at Marie’s words. Sometimes thinking that Marie did that because she had parenting education methods she did not know about.

While the two were having a conversation, Ellie was blowing up the sweet potato for the Young Master to cool it down. She tried putting it in her mouth and burned her tongue.

“Oh, it’s hot.”

“I’ll cool it down for you.”

Even if Marie said she would cool it off for Ellie, it was no use because Ellie wanted to look like an older sister in front of the Young Master.

“I can do it.”

Ellie, speaking firmly, blew again on Brielle’s sweet potato.

As if he could see into their heart, the second person Brielle called out to was Ellie.

***

Brielle, who had his bangs tightly tied up, was rolling a ball bigger than his own fist.

“Young Master, please come here.”

“Here, here.”

Today, besides Ellie, there was one more boy.

He was Marie’s first brother, Barry. If Marie and Ellie had the same eye color, then Marie and Barry had the same hair color.

Now growing enough to roll a ball back and forth, Brielle was in trouble as he tried alternating between two.

And every time he moved, his tied hair shook along as well. The maids’ heads shook back and forth to see more of the Young Master’s face following his shaking head.

Ellie thought that Brielle would definitely give her the ball.

‘I’ve been here for a while, so he’ll give me the ball.’

She even sacrificed her tongue to blow his sweet potatoes and sleep with him every night. Ellie grinned at Brielle.

While Barry played the game with the teddy bear made by Marie, she herself thought that he didn’t play with him as often as Ellie, so it would be fair to have this kind of benefit.

‘There is a doll in front of him, so Brielle will roll the ball here.’

The two children were nervous and swallowed their dry saliva.

But the winner was not both. It was Marie that suddenly appeared.

When Brielle saw her, he threw his troubles elsewhere and immediately rolled the ball at her.

Ellie pouted her mouth more than ever, and Barry simply returned the teddy bear to its original position at the appearance of an unbeatable person.

“Oh, Young Master. Now you’re rolling pretty well.”

Marie smiled while holding Brielle, who had approached her but wasn’t able to roll the ball to her.
It was the winner’s smile.

‘Huh, cute kids.’

It was the thought that came as she saw the two standing next to her with resentful faces.

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