CH 1.14

I was glad I left it to the three of them to do whatever they wanted.

It was fantastic.

I couldn’t remember the last time I was given such treatment.

“How do you feel, Madam?”

“Wonderful…”

You really are amazing, Layla.

It’s no wonder you’re the best in practical skills.

I’m sleepy.

I married the Duke of Lindbeld, and I could say without a doubt that this was the best I was treated as the Duchess.

This was exactly what it meant to be perfect.

I took off my clothes and soaked in the bath.

The water was filled with some kind of milky white bath salts that were probably good for beauty, and I was painstakingly smeared with it.

It was fragrant, with a fresh floral scent.

Layla was taking the lead on this, but she was really good at this kind of thing.

When I was with the three of them in my servant’s uniform, Layla was the one who knew the most about beauty, and to be honest, I thought it was a hassle to use this, that, and the order of care. However, if I slacked off, I’d be found out immediately, so I took it seriously.

When I married the Duke of Lindbeld, my maidservants didn’t do anything for me, so I had to do everything myself, even if it was a hassle. Now that I thought I was in a position to enjoy such treatment, I thought that power was truly a wonderful thing.

My half-sisters seemed to have lady attendants, and I understood now.

It was really addictive.

I’d never found the point of putting that much of my life into beauty, but I wished I could do this every day.

It was super relaxing and felt wonderful.

Ah, so this is heaven, huh?…What a way to get special treatment! I thought.

This was it! This was it!

This was the kind of life I’ve always dreamed of!

Somehow, I tended to forget recently, but what I wanted was a minimal standard of living with three meals and a nap, and to enjoy a life of depravity.

I had no idea why that minimum standard of living was based on the minimum standard of living of the poor, but that was a ridiculous thought!

Who would set their sights on that when marrying into a ducal family?

Well, it was a better life than the minimum life of the poor, but there was definitely something different about it!

I didn’t know about Ragnard, who said I was fine as long as I could survive the rain and wind, but I thought my husband who made me eat livestock food was just as bad.

Ohー That was why.

The two of them seemed to be strangely kindred spirits.

Perhaps they had something in common, so they could communicate with each other.

I didn’t get it at all, though!

“You’ve got a knot in your neck and shoulders.”

Layla was giving me a massage.

Oh-oh, the pressure felt good and also painful.

Ah, right there! Hmm, it’s working.

“I’ll massage your scalp, too.”

I’ve never had a scalp massage before, but it felt amazing.

It was as if my pores were being washed out.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s great…”

“Scalp massage is not considered very important, but relaxing the scalp will help clean the pores and keep your hair beautiful. In addition, I’ve recently learned that relaxing the scalp can help prevent wrinkles and sagging of the face. Madam is still young, but care should be taken early on.”

Yeah, I knew that.

It would take an enormous amount of time and effort to do something when you were on the verge of death.

You could prevent the worst from happening if you would deal with it early on.

The same applied to beauty and territory.

“Madam, which oil should I use for your hair?”

Anything was fine.

I felt so comfortable that I was dozing off.

Enraptured, I chose a random one, and let her apply it to my hair.

I was told that if you wash your hair quickly after applying this, my hair would become shiny and smooth after drying it.

Since its recent release, the product had become so popular among women that production had not been able to keep up with the demand.

Such products weren’t so easy to procure, but it was different for a ducal family.

Or, rather, Layla.

She was too informed.

She must really like this kind of stuff.

I felt like she was close to opening a beauty-related store in the city.

“Madam, before going to bed, please get out of the bath and lie down here. Your face needs to be properly moisturized as well.”

“Okaaay…Ah, call me Risha…”

Warming the body moderately improves blood circulation.

And with a body massage, I was already at the three’s mercy.

Although I could indulge by asking them to dry me with the fluffy towel, I thought I should do that at least.

Afterwards, I lay down on the couch as they led me.

“It’s a little cold.”

A chilly stuff was pasted over my face.

But it felt cool on my warm body.

“Go ahead, get some rest.”

I’d go to sleep even without their prompt.

Have a good night.