92 Value of the Lady (Bianca) Medium

"If you don't move, it's not over!

"Damn it, Grandma, I'm not having fun alone!

Bianca was busy moving around among the vines with a little pruning bassami. Honestly, it's impossible to work efficiently even though I'm not used to it, and I'm not motivated in the first place, so I don't go much further.

"It's over for me. I just want to thank you for waiting!

In the depths of the Marquis de Forster, there was the vineyard. Is there only surplus land, or are trees evenly planted on a wide area of land? The basement of the adjacent house was a preservation basement with several barrels.

The woman who worked there was burning and wrinkled in the sun, enough to call her an old woman. He seems to be making wine on his own, and there are no other employees on the vast land. The pedestrian came only once a week and rarely received letters, but no one else seemed to stop by.

"I mean, that bitch is cunning! This is a scam!

Yes, this vineyard was devoid of any magical equipment. On the contrary, there is only minimal magic equipment in the house. Bianca had to check each vine tree and cut the extra buds by hand. Two months after she was brought here, Bianca's hands were made of beans and crushed repeatedly, and her skin became thicker. He wears a hat and long-sleeved clothes on the sunscreen, but still has some sunburn to avoid.

So, what is Grandma doing? She walks through the trees and finishes her work quickly with magic. It's probably faster to use magic than to use magic tools. That's why I don't have any magic tools. I understand the idea, but Bianca is very angry that she can't do it.

"I can hear you! I have an impolite daughter. Shall I throw you into the slum?

"I got it! You can do it, you can do it!

I tried to escape many times when I first came here, but I had to walk more than 30 minutes from this house and the vineyard to my neighbor. In the meantime, they can always be found and caught quickly by magic. Ever since I was forced to use force transfer magic several times, I gave up escaping because of my disgusting feelings. Next, I thought about going back to work. But this time, I had to lose my meal and work because I was hungry.

In the end, this woman is in charge of her own life, and if she can use magic, it may be just stupid to disobey. Bianca sighed deeply and drank cold water from the bottle that was lying on her waist.

The work we started today on sprouts is almost over. We can let it continue tomorrow, so we should finish here today.

Bianca moved the pruning bass appropriately and cut the rest of the tree buds. But I can't believe it ─ ─

"Not at all! This is going to be a halfway branch. I told you to cut it off!

When Bianca saw the buds she had cut and gathered, she held her forehead and shook her neck from side to side. It is an unimaginably powerful yell from the wind.

"I don't know what's different!

"Don't be such a waste! Compared to this tree, you'll see."

"What the hell! I don't know that ─ ─"

I objected with the reflection, but when I looked at the branch my grandmother pointed to, it was obviously different from Bianca's. The more Bianca understands, the more aggressively she swallows the words.

"Don't you see? Look, if we don't cut the extra buds from the ground up, the trees will collapse. There's no point in cutting it in half."

When my grandmother moved her hands softly, the green sprouts of thorns that remained after Bianca was cut fell off. Walk around the area where Bianca worked, moving her hands, and finish cleaning the vines one after the other. Bianca chewed her lips as she looked at it without doing anything. I've never done anything like this before, and I don't think I can do it all of a sudden. I don't like it in the first place. But every time the stem of the bud left in the middle falls, the old lady's words go by. Sofia's little smile, which she hated but hated, came to her mind.

I wonder when that was. For Bianca, her childhood memories were vague and she never looked back. I wonder if the clothes have come around. I regret not being able to remember clearly. Maybe Bianca and Sofia were about five or six years old.

"─ ─ Hey. Is that so funny?

It was a flower field somewhere. There was a parasol, underneath it was Sofia, reading some picture book. Bianca couldn't understand Sofia playing the same way she did when she was outside the corner, and her parents were bored talking about adults a little farther away. That's all.

At this time, I still didn't like or dislike Sofia. I just hated boredom and wanted to be bothered by anyone.

"Eh... what?

Sofia lifted her face from the picture book and tilted her neck with her round eyes even more round. Understanding that he had not been heard, Bianca asks Sofia again.

"What are you looking at?

Sofia smiled and showed the book to Bianca. There are colorful pictures written there. Bianca, who hated studying, hated books, but became obsessed with the beauty of the painting.

"I'm reading a book. Because I said you and your mother can do whatever you want. ─ ─ What about you?

"Neither did my father and mother. Hey, show me that book, too!

Bianca laughs innocently and touches Sofia's book. Sofia shook her shoulders in surprise at the approaching distance. I'm sure it was just a reflection right now, and perhaps it was just a fright to a familiar Sofia. But then Bianca felt as if she had been denied.

"Ah, you ─ ─"

"Why don't you show me? I want to see Bianca too!

I didn't realize that the hand that pulled the book only grabbed the page. I just grabbed Sofia's book and broke it with each other's power. That was all. But Sophia cried when she saw the torn book, and Bianca cried as a result that she did not expect. The beautiful colorful paintings made it impossible to see what was being painted. That fact makes Bianca and Sofia even more weepy.

"─ ─ Oh dear, what's wrong?

"... Mother!

Sofia quickly embraced her mother, who rushed over. The mother, hugging her knees, looked at the torn book and realized what had happened. She stroked Sofia's head over and over again. Sofia's mother was a little sweaty from running, and the shoes she was wearing had dirt on them. The clothes you were wearing would get dirty because you fell on your knees. Those that aren't supposed to be beautiful look very beautiful to Bianca somehow.

"Bianca, I'm sorry I cried like this."

Soon after, Bianca's mother came to us. Bianca is happy that a sweet opponent has arrived, making her cry louder. He was offered a handkerchief by his approaching mother, who was about to embrace him immediately. She wipes her tears with a handkerchief and chews her nose with a flashboard. Finally, I was able to put my face around my mother's belly. The broken mother's hand turned around her back to hug her. Her mother's slightly lower body temperature, which smelled as good as usual, reassured Bianca. At the same time, Bianca had no choice but to envy Sofia.

Sofia's parents and Bianca's parents were having a difficult conversation together. Why did Sofia's mother come at once? Why didn't Bianca's mother sweat and Sofia's mother even try to wipe her own sweat when they were both supposed to be here? Sophia's mother, who immediately hugged her, and Bianca's mother, who wiped Bianca's tears and runny nose first. Dirty clothes and beautiful dresses. I compare things that I shouldn't compare, and I get shocked childhood. Bianca was proud of her mother, who always dressed beautifully. But I was jealous of what Sofia had. The elegance and kindness of Sofia, who does not blame Bianca for her colorful picture books, her uncluttered mother, and her torn books.

And when I heard that Sophia had engaged Alberto, Bianca hated Sophia. Sophia and Bianca should be the same, but why does Sophia have everything Bianca wants? Bianca also felt the love of her parents. But in that flower field, Bianca certainly felt defeated.

When I heard that Sofia's parents were dead, I thought it was finally my turn. Sophia's happiness would be hers if she were Baron Lannish's daughter. But even if Bianca takes everything and kicks it out, Sofia also appears happier than Bianca, in front of her.

"Hey, what are you doin '?! I'll go home for dinner.... even if I don't look like that, I have your share today. I would have worked poorly. Tomorrow, I'll let you move again!

The sun is tilting. What kind of face did I look like? I was very worried about the absence of a mirror at the moment. I can't help but want to confirm it.

When I think about Sofia, Bianca can't be beautiful anymore. Even the most decorated night club next to Alberto made Sofia feel defeated.

Now I'm farming in a place like this, and my hands are sluggish, and my skin, which boasted of its bright whiteness, is getting sunburned. I'm sure Sofia is next to Gilbert and even more beautiful than she was then. Suffering from the misery of crying, Bianca ran after her grandmother in a hurry to get home.