Hopefully, at Your Mercy - Chapter 3
Chapter 2.2
Furthermore, she had faith that in a few years, she would be able to return to the real world, just like before. This brought her even more comfort.
‘Someday, the true Delinda will return to this body. Please rest assured, my lady. I will assist your father in every possible way to ensure he doesn’t fall for any scams.’
How many years will I stay here this time?
At least this time she ended up as the daughter of a wealthy family. Even if they were on the verge of bankruptcy.
She inwardly mumbled to herself and tried to recall the events of her previous possession.
But…
‘Still nothing.’
She couldn’t remember much from her first possession.
Everything was blurry, as if a dense fog had settled over her eyes.
‘Alright. Let’s organize this again.’
Delinda began to carefully sort through the jumbled clues.
First, she was certain she had lived in this world before, but not as Lady Delinda. She had been inside a different body.
But the problem was that she couldn’t remember whose body it was or how she had lived.
When she returned to the real world, she had just brushed it off, thinking maybe the memory loss was due to leaving the novel… but now that she was back, it became a problem.
The very life she couldn’t remember was her own previous life.
The accent of the Barkyan Empire’s native language, the price of a single flower sold at the market, and the taste of cherries she had once eaten as a snack—all of those memories were vivid, but everything else was a mystery.
‘Come to think of it, who was the protagonist of this novel?’
It was completely obvious that this body wasn’t the female lead.
Lost in thought as she tried to remember her hazy past, Delinda barely managed to move her feet. She was so distracted that she didn’t notice Rose, who was walking ahead of her, come to a stop.
Delinda bumped hard into Rose, who had paused to open the door.
She stumbled, trying to regain her balance, but instead of helping, Rose stepped to the side, causing Delinda to crash straight into the wall.
Bam! Her face smacked right into it. She didn’t bleed, but it hurt quite a bit.
“Ah…”
Her nose stung, and she instinctively rubbed it, feeling as though tears were about to come from the pain. But as she did, something began to feel off.
Why does the pain feel so strange? What is this…
Meanwhile, Rose opened the door wide and gestured for Delinda to enter first.
“You must be careful, my lady. You can’t keep acting so carelessly all the time.”
…Huh?
Delinda brought her hand down from her face. Rose’s tone and nuance didn’t seem like genuine concern.
If someone looks hurt, shouldn’t a person’s first reaction be to ask if they’re okay?
Is it just my imagination? Or am I being paranoid?
She stopped in her tracks and blankly stared at Rose’s face. Judging by Rose’s exasperated sigh, it didn’t seem to be a figment of her imagination.
“Please, go inside. If you continue to act so sluggish, everyone will find you frustrating, my lady.”
“…”
“And earlier as well. You insisted on greeting such an important guest with His Grace, only to end up causing trouble like this…”
“…”
“Your pure-hearted nature has always been your charm, my lady, but it’s time you learned how to behave like a noble. The light actions you take can heavily tarnish the honor of the great House Schultz. You understand that, don’t you?”
It was a quiet and gentle reprimand. Delinda narrowed her eyes.
What’s with this disrespectful tone?
The expression on Delinda’s face vanished.
Unlike the Foolish Noble Lady Delinda, Han Ji-an’s prickly temper began to rise.
Has she always treated Lady Delinda like this?
No, if she was a bit lacking from birth, shouldn’t they have shown her some understanding instead of applying this kind of emotional pressure behind her back?
Making a girl, who’s already fragile, feel even more worthless…
Delinda turned to look at Rose. Rose, with her chin held high, stared down at Delinda.
“Rose, express yourself properly.“
“Pardon?”
“What’s with your vague remarks? You express neither concern nor sarcasm. Stop acting like you’re worried and just admit it. Lady Delinda made a mess of things like she always does.”
At least then I’d feel better.
Rose seemed surprised, clutching her skirts before releasing.
“What on earth are you saying, my lady? How could someone like me dare to speak to you that way? You’re mistaken.”
Contrary to Delinda’s expectations, Rose widened her eyes in apparent disbelief, denying she had any intention of disrespect.
“Oh, I see. It was a misunderstanding. In that case, maybe you should’ve spoken more clearly to avoid being misunderstood in the first place.”
“Pardon?”
“I thought you were pretending to be concerned while actually treating me like a fool.”
“That’s absurd, my lady. I am your devoted servant.”
Rose’s flustered expression quickly smoothed over. Her gentle smile returned to her face, resorting her usual composure, as if her moment of unease had never occurred.
‘Oh… Rose is like a true noble. Isn’t that just great?’
She had a truly noble demeanor. Trained composure that allowed her to wear a bitter smile over her concealed true intentions. A mask of calmness that hid her inner thoughts.
She truly exuded aristocratic poise. A trained calmness that allowed her to hide her true feelings behind a masked smile.
Who exactly is this maid?
As soon as Delinda’s curiosity was piqued, unfamiliar information began flooding her mind.
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