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G-Goodness! Whats going o W-Who are you?

This is the Fief Lords daughter. Dont make a fuss,

Borwen admonished the startled bakery owner. Wow, I cant believe how he talks, Nancy whispered.

Carynne poked an elbow at Nancys side and then approached the man.

Is there a boy named Tom here?

Her purpose for coming here was to see that boy.

But Nancy and Borwen, who hadnt heard about this boy before, had the same baffled expression as the man in front of them.

Yes?

He helped me out some time ago. I want to see him. Where is he?

The bakery owner looked at Carynne with a puzzled face, then turned to Borwen behind her, who was equally clueless.

What do you mean someone helped you, Milady? Youve hardly ever um been out before

Nancy also tried to ask, but Carynne did not respond.

Call him out.

As Carynne stood waiting, the man went outside to call Tom. Then the door opened again, and a small, scruffy-haired boy entered. He was dirty and skinny, with big eyes. He didnt resemble his father at all. But Carynne knew how venomous those eyes could become.

While thinking briefly about the past, she smiled broadly.

Hello, Tom.

Its been a while.

And Carynne was glad to see the boy. As she smiled with delight, the warmth-starved boy approached her, hesitatingly speaking.

Did you call for me?

Yes, thanks for helping me out last time.

Tom looked bewildered. It was natural. The time he had pleased Carynne had been five deaths ago. But that fact didnt change the past where he had brought joy to Carynne. Thats why she purposely sought him out. She did not forget the past.

She was the kind of person who kept her promises. And now, the easiest act of kindness lay right before her.

Carynne, still smiling, took off her gloves and extended her hand to Tom.

Wont you come with me? Im grateful towards you, and I want you to work at the mansion.

Pardon me?

Toms eyes widened in surprise. Borwen and Nancy beside her were startled and tried to dissuade her, but they couldnt change Carynnes decision.

Dont you want to come with me? If not, I cant force you.

In fact, it wasnt so drastically different. The life of a decent and kind lady was something Carynne had attempted several times. But thinking of it as a real life and not a life inside a novelthat there were others apart from herselfmade her heart flutter as if she had truly committed murder.

This seems good, too.

Carynne pondered with the bottom end of a quill pen against her mouth. The days awaiting Raymond were thrilling, and she planned to live fully until he arrived. Every day was new. Although it had only been three days, she tried to live each moment diligently.

Tom was receiving plenty of affection as a carriage pageboy. He wasnt around her much, but the older servants, appreciating his sociability and quick-wittedness, adored Tom, and he, in turn, knew how to cater to their preferences. His survival-honed charm was shining. It had only been three days, but Tom had adapted as if he had been working in this place for a long time.

Carynne remembered Tom getting sick. But this time, since she brought him in right away, he didnt seem to be overstrained yet. Maybe this time Tom could defy fate and live. Carynne thought so. Maybe this time Tom would live. And maybe this time she would succeed, too.

Milady, what are you doing?

Planning. Hows Tom doing these days?

Hes only been here two days.

I cant believe its only been three days since I woke up.

Indeed

Nancy was still grumbling. Quite different from Donna, who had been genuinely concerned about Tom. Carynne chuckled. In this life, Tom wasnt the son of a convict but just a boy from the slums. The fief lord had sent someone to inform Toms father, Thomas, that his son was working at the mansion and had him brought over. Unlike last time, this start was smoother.

So that bringing that boy Tom to live at the mansion was part of your plan?

Yes.

To be honest, I dont like it

I know. But what are you doing now?

Nancy was bending over, looking into the fireplace.

Looking for gold pieces Cough, cough. Seems like theres none.

She must have inhaled some dust while talking. Nancy pulled out her head and said to Carynne.

Milady, youre too kind-hearted to understand. Kids like him dont know how to be grateful. Bringing in that boy with such falsehood Haa, yes, yes. Whatever you did to him in the past, theres no need to do it in this life.

Carynne replied with a smile.

I want to live differently.

Really, dont believe it. Trusting people isnt good.

Can she be so openly distrustful? Carynne couldnt help but laugh looking at Nancy.

As a fellow woman, let me tell you. Carynne, arent you crazy.

Carynne recalled someone she was actively trying not to remember.

She shook her head. Shes not someone she can handle.

But as Isella Evans was already at the forefront of her mind, what should she do now?

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