CH 14

Chapter 14: Welcome, Mr. Certain Material

“…”

I woke up without screaming today.

Light is coming through the gap in the curtains in the room.

“…It’s already morning.”

I got up from the bed, rubbing my neck and opened the curtains.

Soft morning light was pouring down on the small garden, plants, and the brick wall of the neighboring mansion.

Taking a deep breath, I brushed the hair off my cheeks.

“I’m still connected…”

It was related to a previous dream.

It was me, as I was captured and screaming, telling the neighboring country’s general about Michelia.

Leaving aside whether it will come true or not, there are some inexplicable points.

“I haven’t met the general… have I?”

Even if there are visitors to this mansion, I rarely meet them. Father doesn’t introduce me, and there are no visitors who want to meet me.

“Or am I going to meet them…?”

I hope not.

I’m curious, but it’s just a dream. I’ve found stories with similar situations, but they’re not exactly the same.

“That’s right. If this dream breaks off, I could have heard about that story by chance and had a nightmare by fitting it into this situation…”

That’s more natural.

I have never heard that magic has the power to see the future.

“Rather than that, you should think about how to live well using your own skills.”

Although I was caught up in a nightmare, that is not my problem.

This house with a bad environment.

An indifferent father.

Due to my father’s actions… I don’t know if I really fell into it, but the situation of being hated by the people around me and not being able to breathe.

Until now, I have given up on the fact that I can do nothing about it.

If I were still myself, I would think that I would do the same if I ended up in the same situation as I saw in the nightmare.

“There is nothing to be done. It is difficult to live alone.”

A highborn girl who’s never even shopped by herself will end up destitute and without food.

It’s wrong to expect a kind man to hire you when you’re wandering the streets. I will definitely be caught by someone and sold off first.

Even if I jump into the common people, I can’t think of any job that I can do. Even if I can do some embroidery or sewing, my skills do not reach the level of those who are using it as a profession.

What I can do is use my knowledge.

The typical occupation that a noble woman can do is a governess.

“But it won’t work in this country. None of the nobles will hire me because they don’t want anything to do with my father.”

Surely even my father would come to bring me back if he heard that his daughter was working as a servant in someone else’s house.

After that, I may be confined to prevent me from doing something strange.

“If you want a job, you’ll have to go abroad.”

Going to a foreign country where my reputation has not reached and where I have some money and a job referral is the best thing.

Even if I thought about it before, I didn’t feel like I could go abroad safely. After all, there is a risk of being attacked by thieves on the way.

There is still a small risk of being attacked by demon beasts, which do exist to some extent.

But now I have a skill.

If I can keep people away, I can probably cut through with my skill even if I get caught up with outlaws.

“The problem is a referral.”

If there is someone who can introduce me as a governess to a foreign noble, I would like to ask Duke Svald eventually.

“I will listen to his request a few times and it would be best if I could consult with him. Since that person also does business with foreign countries, there should be some connections.

I think that continuing the friendship with the Duke is the shortest route to my peaceful and safe life.

“But today is a day off, after all.”

The Academy has a day off once a week.

Since it’s a day off today, I won’t be able to meet Duke Svald Lars either.

“I’ve been feeling a little sleep deprived recently, so I’m thinking of taking a long nap from noon.”

I don’t feel like I slept deeply, whether it’s because of a nightmare or not. When I look in the mirror, my complexion seems to be poor.

Since there are no plans to visit someone’s house, I decided to spend the day lazily.

I took care of my appearance with Katie, who visits every morning, and had a meal.

I was on my way to my room, thinking that I would read that story again and try to write down the differences, when I noticed that there seemed to be visitors coming from the formal dining room on the first floor.

It must be my father’s guest.

I usually avoid him because there’s nothing good that comes out of meeting him, such as being glared at or ignored, but for some reason today I feel like it.

“…Let’s look at their faces and find out their reputation once we know who it is.”

I probably thought that I should be careful with my father’s visitors because I had been having a nightmare and thought that might be my future.

I stayed in the blind spot of the other person, leaning against the wall of the hallway leading to the entrance.

Tall.

There is no doubt a male. He also has a considerable shoulder width.

He’s wearing a hooded cloak as if to hide his face, but he took it off and handed it to the servant who greeted him when he entered the building.

“…Eh.”

I couldn’t close my mouth that I had opened.

Then I stared at the side of the person’s face, as if a hole would open.

——It was the same face I saw in the morning in my dream.