Chapter 6: 6

“There are so many humans created by the human god that it covers the whole world. The beast, who was created by the beast god, pulled out the strongest force, more than anyone else.”

I suddenly remembered the story I had heard from the servant a few hours ago. 

“But I think the best god would have been Flora, the plant god. The spirits are amazing. They live a long life like a tree and can cast mysterious magic.”

Whether because he really hated doing maintenance of the carriage, the servant kept telling stories I never even asked.

It was good for me because I was able to imagine a vague view of the world. 

‘I understand why he praised the spirits for being the best. They’re so cool, just by looking at them.’ 

The larks generously poured flower water into my tub. At first, it was just amazing, but as time went by, the beggar’s tenacity gradually increased. 

‘Can I use all that precious stuff?’

Magic flower water must be very expensive. My wounds would get better if I spit on it, so shouldn’t we stop using it?

The larks did not stop and continued pouring flower water even if I tapped the bath water to indicate that it was okay now. 

They finished singing and put down the empty bottle. 

The magic light that lit the bathtub slowly disappeared. 

The bath water, which had washed out the color, became so transparent that my feet were visible in a blink of an eye. 

“It’s over, Princess. Lalala…” 

“Hey, the song is over, too.” 

“You’re slow-witted!” 

The maids laughed and put a towel on the floor and lifted me up from the bathtub. 

I moved my arms and legs around, surprised. 

Not only did all the visible wounds disappear, but the body, which had been stiff all along, became as light as if it could fly. 

Beyond the new flesh, I felt like I really have wings.

“Thank you. Really, magic is, be, be… beauti… That. It’s pretty.” 

I was the one who was complimenting, but my face turned red. 

Thanks to living a beggar’s life, I was confident in flattery, but my sincere words were unfamiliar and I lost my words. 

The larks smiled and patted my body. 

“Oh, my God, don’t mention it. If I hadn’t treated you meticulously, the Duke would be very angry.” 

“Would he just be angry with us? I’m sure he’d captured all the spirits who made the flower water.” 

“Hieee, he’s so devoted.” 

“He even closed the entire road the princess fell on.”

…I think I just heard something tremendous. 

“Now, let’s take her to the oldest sister.” 

The larks carefully wiped away the remaining moisture from my body and coated me with chemise made of muslin.

Each touch on the skin was soft and friendly. I thought I’d go back to the bedroom, but the maids took me to the opposite door. 

When they opened the door decorated with gold leaves, a dazzling light poured out. 

I wasn’t sure if I was able to close my mouth. It was a huge dress room. 

The lovely pastel-toned wallpaper was in stark contrast to the dreary duchy appearance. 

The wide-open jade closet was filled with children’s dresses in different colors. 

In the middle of the tapestry rug, a woman as thin as a branch greeted me. 

The facial features were the same as the ‘larks’, but her expression was much sharper. 

She greeted me, an elegant figure in a navy skirt.

“It’s been a while, Princess. My name is Verney. Ten years ago, I was the princess’ nanny.”

A husky voice penetrated the ears like an axe. 

“Na, nanny?”

“Yes, although the princess is past her age to be cared for… I am also a maid of honor. So I’ll continue to serve you faithfully.” 

‘I’m doomed!’ 

Ding-ding, a wake-up call rang in my head.

It was an unexpected crisis. A nanny would really remember Lily.

No matter how young she was, if she recognized Lily, it’s over. 

“Have you had any discomfort since you came to the mansion?” 

“…No.”

I was so nervous that I sighed. 

With thin-rimmed glasses and tightly-pressed lips, Verney looked as strict as she could not be fooled. 

Then the larks, standing still, tilted their heads and stepped in. 

“Oh, my God, sister Verney. You’ve arranged the closet so much?”

“I got it, you wanted to decorate the princess with your own hands, didn’t you?”

“It’s finally time to take out the dress.”

“…Close your mouths and dry the princess’ hair.”

The four maids said, ‘Yes, yes.’ and surrounded me. 

They fanned my hair gently and carefully. 

‘I don’t think my wet hair will ever dry up with this much…’ 

At that time, there was a strong and sweet smell of lilac somewhere. 

Something soft touched the tip of my nose. 

It was a pink petal. 

‘But it’s winter now.’ 

Dozens of lilac petals flew in front of me. My shoulders had become lighter. The wet hair has become fluffy. This was magic, too. 

Without a moment of admiration, Verney grabbed my hand, took me, and put me on a chair without a handle. 

She skillfully gathered my feet, put them on the footrest, and sprawled out pamphlets with all kinds of dresses on them. 

There was a small piece of cloth attached to each page. It seemed to show what kind of fabric the dress would have. 

“What would you like to wear?”

“What?”

“Please choose a dress you like. I’ll dress you with my own hands.”

Verney looked at me, emphasizing ‘with my own hands’. 

Her eyes were as intense as if she could see that I was a fake at any moment. 

‘I hope you haven’t already figured out who I am, have you?’

I tried to shake off the ominous imagination. 

Calm down, calm down. If she did, I wouldn’t still be alive. 

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After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and pointed to any one of the pamphlets. 

“Understood.” 

I didn’t know what I chose, but Verney folded the pamphlet in an instant and handed it over to one of her younger siblings. 

After a while, the ladies brought me an emerald dress that was the same color as my eyes. 

As soon as I saw the dress, I thought it was burdensome. 

‘This dress is so pretty….’ 

I was unfamiliar with pretty clothes rather than excited.

I had never worn a dress like that before. 

I didn’t even think it would suit me. 

But Verney took me in front of the full-body mirror, not hesitating as if nothing was wrong. 

“Let’s begin the battle.” 

Verney draped the dress on my body like a crepe cake. 

I thought it would be over once I dressed up, but it was only the beginning of grooming. 

She sat me in a soft chair and brushed my tangled hair gently with a comb. Applying delicate rose-scented oil into my red hair, tying ribbons of the same color as the dress, and embroidered shoes. 

Soon I didn’t even know where I was putting my arm. 

“The battle is over.”

Verney turned the full-body mirror to me without a moment of delay. My reflection in the mirror made me speechless. 

‘Who are you?’ 

I’m not trying to self-praise, but the girl in the mirror was really cute. 

My cheeks were a bit haggard because I haven’t eaten for days, but my round eyes and small hands and feet were cute, and my red curly hair, which was tangled, was as beautiful as a rose after they trimmed it well. 

‘Is this the skill of the duchy’s maid of honor?’ 

I peeked at Verney over the mirror, thinking it was great. Suddenly, I found a big scar on the back of her neck. 

She calmly adjusted her collar because she knew what I was looking at even though I quickly averted my eyes. 

“Do you like it?”

“…Yes, a lot.”

Of course I like it. 

This was almost a complete transformation. 

The rest of the maids exclaimed, as if they felt the same way as me. 

“Oh, my God, so cute!”

“You look like a wool doll!”

“Can I hug you, hm? Please!” 

“What disrespect is this to the princess. Get off quickly.” 

Verney held them back, but I opened my arms to the meaning that it was fine.

If Lily, the baby angel, was alive, she would have grown up to be a very lovely girl who, unlike me, wouldn’t be awkward with a hug. 

“It’s okay. Hug me…!’ 

“Kyaaaa.”

“So cuteee!”

They were more aggressive than I thought. 

I struggled with my arms sticking out between them, and a dry hand held my hand. Hands full of calluses in every joint. It belonged to Verney. 

She must have wanted to see and hug me. She turned her head to the other side, perhaps embarrassed by her own expression of affection. 

“…You’re back, Lady Lily.”

She looked very happy to be calling the dead child’s name. 

***

It had been a series of surprises since I came to the mansion.

For example, a feast set up on a long table in an incredibly large dining room, something I’d never seen before. 

‘Are you going to have a banquet to celebrate Lily’s return?’

Alan, who was complaining about the turkey being too small and the flowers being too simple, smiled softly at me. 

It was like magic, seeing his stiff mouth loosening smoothly. 

“Lily.”

Alan came up to me, grabbed my waist and lifted me up. 

“Ahh!”

“It really suits you. I didn’t know how big you would have been, so I’m glad I pre-ordered the right sizes.”

‘…That was why it fit perfectly.’ 

I was much smaller and skinnier than my age. But Lily’s dress fitted like a custom-made one. 

Alan had prepared new clothes in every size in case Lily returned. 

“I don’t know if it’s because you’re skinny, but your sleeves are a little loose. I should throw everything away and order a new one.”

You’re gonna throw this expensive thing away? 

If I wasn’t fake, I’d rather ask for it. Sell it and buy something to eat. 

“If you gain some weight, I can buy you clothes again then.” 

Alan looked strangely happy, even though it meant it would cost twice as much. 

He sat at the head of the table and naturally put me on his thighs. 

‘Wha, what?’

I was dumbfounded. 

I was young, but old enough to sit on his lap. But Alan hugged me as if it was natural. 

“Come on, let’s eat. You can skip the praying.” 

Was it because he was separated from Lily too early? 

His attitude was as if he was dealing with a newborn. 

I agonized and grabbed his evening cuff carefully. 

“Dad, you don’t have to wait for other people?”

“Other people?” 

Alan blinked as if he didn’t understand the words. 

The black leopard was nowhere to be found and felt like I was being held by a big cat.

I was afraid that I said something wrong. I asked back in a trembling voice. 

“Didn’t you throw a banquet? There’s a lot of food.” 

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