CH 9.2

“I was just feeling overwhelmed. Sorry. When I think too much, I can’t see what’s around me….”

“….”

“….”

Grace averted her eyes as she looked at Sally.

“Should I eat something?”

Sally nodded her head.

“I’ll prepare some soup… Do you prefer a bean soup or potato soup?”

“Doesn’t bean soup take a long time to prepare?”

Sally’s expression subtly changed at Grace’s question.

“The chef makes it fresh every day and keeps it ready.”

“….”

The chef prepares meals every day, not knowing when Grace might want to eat.

Grace felt guilty at those words and bit her lip.

“….Sorry.”

“I didn’t say that for madam to apologize.”

“Hm.”

Grace, despite being a noble, was someone who apologized a lot to the servants. This was true both before and after her reincarnation.

She had a particularly sensitive and kind heart and couldn’t simply ignore the suffering of others. As a result, all the servants in the annex admired Grace, but she was unaware of this fact.

The Grace mentioned here refers to both her life before and after reincarnation.

In the end, Grace got out of bed, took a shower, and ate the soup prepared by the chef.

Grace buried herself in the new bed sheets that the maids had carefully chosen and picked out (although Grace couldn’t really tell the difference, she praised them enthusiastically, and they all felt proud). She opened her diary again.

‘Let’s read it again.’

Her stomach was full, and her body was clean.

There were a few strange things about Grace’s diary.

She had already made up her mind to divorce Benjamin. She was just shocked to see Benjamin’s sincerity.

“It’s not just about getting a divorce.”

Grace wanted to divorce to live well even after the divorce.

If she was going to live as Grace anyway, she had to at least live well.

It was Grace’s dream to tear apart as much alimony as she could from Benjamin and live well, so she had to eliminate all the risks.

“First, this.”

Grace opened the very first page of her diary.

[As recommended, I decided to write a diary.]

It was the first sentence of her diary.

‘Recommended?’

Who recommended Grace to write a diary?

“What genre is this?”

Grace deeply pondered why she was doing detective work while she was supposed to be immersed in a romantic fantasy novel.

‘And why is it written as if she’s talking to someone?’

Last time, she didn’t realize the discomfort of it all because she was busy digesting the memories that came to her mind. If she had realized this discomfort first, she wouldn’t have been trapped in that useless depression.

Then, she checked the page divided by a ribbon bookmark.

There was a space for the date on that page, and it was checked periodically for certain dates.

‘But it hasn’t been checked since I transmigrated.’

This was obvious. However, the fact that it was checked periodically meant that the original Grace had something she did periodically.

If that was the case, Grace should have recalled it after being reincarnated.

Grace searched through her memories, or more accurately, the memories of the original Grace.

“…This is strange.”

Grace had thought that the reason her memories were vague until now was that she was a reincarnated person, but looking back, it didn’t seem to be the cause.

Simply put, Grace’s memories were jumbled, blurry, and uncertain.

She could hardly recall stories about her family, nor could she remember much about what she did with other people. 

Even the memories that Grace began to recall were sometimes mixed with other memories.

“…”

All the memories that Grace saw were stories about certain events but ultimately included details about her emotions.

‘Why does this feel familiar…?’

As Grace was organizing her thoughts, she heard a strange sound in her ear.

Thud.

“Um…”

Thud.

“What’s that sound…?”

Thud, thud!

“…Huh?”

It was only then that Grace realized she wasn’t hearing things and looked up to see what was beside her.

Outside the window, it was already pitch black.

“What is it?”

Grace’s bedroom was on a high floor, so she thought it might be a bird tapping on the window, but she couldn’t see any living creature outside.

As Grace continued to stare at the window, a small pebble tapped against it.

“….?”