Revenge of Reborn Villainess

“The Duchess seemed quite sensitive today. This is just a social gathering, you know.”

Marshall is determined to portray Eshika as a woman who couldn’t read the mood.

However, Eshika didn’t react as Marshall expected.

“Although it’s a social gathering, basic courtesy towards each other should be maintained, shouldn’t it?”

Someone dropped a spoon at those words.

The once lively tea party was now filled with a cold and heavy silence.

Gritting his teeth, Marshall forced a smile.

“There is a difference between rudeness and mistakes. Lady Palmania simply made a mistake out of confusion, but you seem to be making the atmosphere too heavy. Duchess… it seems you’re not familiar with such gatherings, as you haven’t been active in the social circles.”

Clearly, Marshall’s tone excluded Eshika, revealing her shortcomings.

At this point, Marshall thought Eshika would lower her tail.

After all, the Eshika he knew shouldn’t have dared to disagree with Bolan earlier.

However, the situation unfolded unexpectedly.

“If I have crashed the atmosphere of the party, I apologize.”

A sincere and clear apology followed.

“In the social etiquette I learned from the two Countesses, it is advised that when hosting a party, seating should be assigned, with noble wives of higher rank given the upper seats.”

Sweat broke out on Bolan’s back.

“……In fact, from the time we were shown to our seats, I had a bad feeling that you were ignoring the rank of Duke Klaus, so my emotions were mixed.”

Marshall’s hand trembled slightly.

There was nothing incorrect in Eshika’s words.

The seat Eshika now occupied was between the Viscountess and Baroness.

It was distant from the upper seats, and if Leona had participated, she would have been seated where Marshall was now.

Even if she was young, Eshika was the Duchess of the noble family.

In terms of etiquette, Marshall has just committed a great offense.

And it was only natural for the Duchess to point it out.

It was equivalent to disrespecting the Duke’s family.

“I don’t know if I learned something wrong from the two Countesses, or if the Countess made a significant breach of etiquette, but…”

Eshika flashed a cold smile.

Whether Marshall admitted or not, he found himself in a situation where he smeared his own face.

“What the fuck…… is that bitch…… talking about?

Of course, if Esika were to sit on the floor, there would be no protests from Duke Klaus.

But everything she said made sense, and Marshall didn’t dare argue back.

“Whether there is a difference between rudeness and mistakes, which one do you think your wife committed?”

The ladies who didn’t know much about Klaus’s household affairs started murmuring.

There were quite a few girls who learned etiquette from the two Countesses, and some of them had mothers among the ladies.

To them, Eshika, such a woman, couldn’t be dismissed so easily.

“Sorry for my short-sightedness. I sincerely apologize for the offenses committed today, Duchess.”

Marshall, unable to refute Eshika, had to bow his head.

Eshika drank her tea nonchalantly as she watched the party host apologize to her.

The apple-scented tea was quite fragrant.

**

During the tea party, Marshall and Bolan excused themselves, claiming headaches and dizziness, and left first.

They must have gotten uncomfortable in their seats.

“Does a maid named Heremia work here?”

After the tea party, Eshika, who had been sipping her tea until the end, asked the maid clearing the table.

The maid, with many freckles on her face, trembled and raised her head.

“There is no maid by that name, madam.”

Eshika’s question seemed to be the most important reason why she wanted to attend this tea party.

The maid would become one of the powerful advantages she could use.

In the original story, all tragedies began twenty years ago in a nightmare-like rebellion.

All aristocrats, except the Emperor and Lesvan, were captured and dragged to the gallows.

But among the princesses, there was one more survivor.

Her name was Astia Lucane, a baby seven years younger than Lesvan, and her nanny managed to secretly save her life.

Unaware that she was a princess, Astia grew up in a rural village as a commoner until she was about fifteen years old.

Her new name is Heremia, and by the age of twenty she is working as a maid for Count Bolan.

“Hmm..”

Now is the time for movement.

Eshika was thinking further, bigger.

Her lips curled as she watched the maid feverishly clear the table.

“The eastern border is weak, and there’s a dry plain about three days past the border.”

“…….”

The maid paused in her dish-clearing.

“It’s a good place for newlyweds to settle down. The reason I recommend the Maroon Plains is that Brigitte’s relatives ranch there, and with my recommendation, she should be able to find a decent home and a job.”

At Eshika’s words, the maid slowly looked back at her.

Then she asked in a trembling voice

“Why…… are you saying that to me?”

Eshika did not speak.

She only conveyed it with her gaze.

‘Because you are Princess Astia.’

In the original, Astia wasn’t a major character, and she didn’t have a big episode.

Eshika just guessed that her life in the palace would not have been peaceful.

Her older brother Lesvan always wandered on the battlefield, her stepbrother Brayton had poor health, and the Empress… let’s save that story for another time.

“…”

Her eyes staring at Eshika were shaking.

Eshika, who had read the original work, knew that Astia did not want to return to the palace.

Perhaps the reason was the ring on her fourth finger.

“Love is known to change. No matter how sweet the tales whispered by a man, it cannot resist the power of time. If you choose him over the splendid and warm life in the palace, you might regret it until you grow old and die.”

Then, she put a leftover cherry from the plate into her mouth.

Astia turned to Esika.

Instead of answering, Eshika just smiled slyly.

“Well, I’m just giving you a warning. I cannot judge whether that man is worth it or not.”

“He is worth it.”

Astia’s brown eyes flickered..

They were the eyes of a woman in love.

“He is worth sacrificing my life for…”

“In that case, I will support Miss Heremia’s love.”