VIO Ch 44 – Castle Town and Ghost Story (II)

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Translator: mii

editors: sleepchaser, chiizuholic

tlc: chiizuholic

The guest room they were led to had a green color scheme and a calming atmosphere.

Reina applied a poultice of sharp, distinct-smelling herbs on Vio’s arm and wrapped a bandage around it. Then she nodded.  “This should be enough.”

“Thank you,” Vio said, though he thought she was exaggerating. The scratches made by the painter’s long nails were painful, but it wasn’t like the nails had pierced his skin.

A knock sounded on the door. Rille’s father, Musica, came in accompanied by a woman in her forties. The woman had light brown hair and red eyes. She resembled Rille to an immense degree, except for the black tips to her white rabbit ears. She said, “We are very sorry for this incident, Lord Violant. How is your injury?”

“I have received treatment, so it’s alright now. Even so, I can’t say I’m impressed with that painter’s behavior. It wouldn’t be strange if a quick-tempered noble used their blade to finish him off,” said Vio in a helpless manner. If it were his father and brother, they would definitely have pulled out their swords.

Although Vio didn’t want to warn them too much, he believed it would be better to do so than to leave it alone. After all, such behavior might bring trouble in the future.

“Yes, I don’t have any words to refute. We are truly sorry. I-I hope that taking my life as compensation will be enough to ease your anger.” Musica bowed, his face pale as he stared at the sword on Lantz’s hip. 

A bitter smile on his face, Vio pressed his fingers against his temple. Why does he have to exaggerate that much?!

Musica was the type of person who’d torment himself with his own thoughts, so much that he would jump straight off a cliff, wasn’t he?

“I’m just warning you, not asking you to take responsibility. If you can convey my words to your higher-ups, that’s enough.” Vio pointed to the chaise lounge. “Will you raise your head and take a seat over there? Um.” He looked to the woman standing next to Musica.

Noticing his gaze, the woman bowed on the spot. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Violant. I am Rille’s mother, Milla.”

“Please take a seat too,” Vio requested. To which Milla complied, making her way to the chaise lounge and sitting with Musica. “I didn’t come here to complain,” said Vio. “I came here to greet all of you. Rille has accompanied me since I was ten and she’s been working hard. She’s been a great help to me.”

“Oh my.” Milla smiled, staring at Vio in wonder.

“I’m honored that Master finds me helpful,” Rille said, entering the room with a tea set in her hands. She promptly arranged the confectioneries and tea before bowing without a sound. As she was about to retreat to the corner of the room, Vio beckoned to her and tapped the spot next to him. “Rille, come here.”

Rille’s eyes widened in surprise, but she obeyed in a meek manner. “Y-yes, excuse me.” 

Vio tilted his head to the side and asked, “Why don’t you take a few days off after all? I’m sure you have a lot of things you want to tell your family, right?”

“Eh, I don’t want to. Master, you’re being cruel. Do you want to get rid of me that much?”

No, no, it’s you who is being cruel, isn’t it? Even your parents are shocked that their daughter rejected them out of nowhere.

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“There’s no way I want to get rid of you, okay?” said Vio. “But you didn’t go home for the New Year’s celebration, and it’s been bothering me. There are other maids in the castle, so it’ll be fine.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Rille clenched her fist and said emphatically, “I thought those maids would do their jobs well considering their professions, but the towels they had washed felt coarse, and the sheets they had brought out were rough! Just the thought of those things making Master uncomfortable gets me so angry that I can’t sleep!”

In the face of Rille’s tirade, Vio could only ask weakly, “…R-really?” He thought it would be the same no matter who washed it, but Rille seemed to think otherwise.

“Dad, Mom, Master Vio is very kind. When I said I didn’t want to go home, he made time to come and greet you. I’ve said it before in my letters to you, but I absolutely don’t want to work in the castle! And I don’t want to enter the temple or another noble house!” Rille declared. 

Surprise struck Vio. Apparently, Rille had other reasons for her reluctance to return home. He couldn’t help but frown and ask, “Rille, are you really not going to discuss such an important matter with your family?” 

Rille hunched her shoulders and averted her eyes. 

A sigh escaped Vio’s lips. He rose to his feet. “If that’s the case, I’ll have you take a break, even if you don’t want to. I know it’s too sudden, so for today, you have three hours. We’ll walk around the castle town and come to pick you up in the evening. Stay here until then.”

“Huh, Master! No way, that’s too sudden—um, it’s nothing,” she said, under Vio’s glance of warning. She hung her head, ears lowering in dejection.

“Mister Musica, Miss Milla, while it’s true that Rille is helpful to me, this is a different matter altogether. Could you discuss it with her for the time being? I’ll take my leave for now.”

“Huh? Y-yes…” said Musica in the process of standing and  escorting them to the door, shocked to the point of sitting back down by Vio’s words. Vio headed straight to the door. As he left the guest room, he heard this conversation:

“Ahaha. Miss Rille, do your best,” Cheval teased.

“Shut up, or I will kick you flying to the horizon.”

“Forgive my insolence.”

 

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“Ugh, he scolded me…” Rille fell prostrate on the table the moment had Vio left.

Reina snorted at her. “Of course he did. We were so worried about you, you know. The rumors about Lord Violant are so terrible that we thought he was forcing you to praise him in your letters. Really, what were you thinking?” She prodded at Rille’s cheek with her index finger.

“Please stop that, Big Sister Reina. Don’t poke my cheek!” complained Rille, pouting. She then said, eyes gleaming, “I want to keep serving Master Vio. There’s definitely no kinder master than him!” Then Rille noticed her mother Milla smiling even as a vein on her forehead protruded in anger. She shut her mouth on the spot. Sat up straight.

“Then you should’ve come home and said that, right? I thought that he was such a terrible master that he wouldn’t even let you go home for the New Year’s celebrations. Now then, tell us what kind of life you had there. We’ll talk later about you either working in the castle or coming home. Right, Dear?”

“Yes, that’s right, Rille. Do you have any idea how worried we were?” complained Musica in a dull tone. “I thought three years were enough to learn manners through an apprenticeship with a noble family, but who would have thought you’d refuse to return home in all this time.” 

This was why I never went home. Since she wanted them to stop nagging, Rille informed them of her current situation one step at a time.

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