The butler, who realized that the new maid had a good eye for detail, immediately reported this fact to the Countess.
The Countess, who had wanted to increase her dowry by using art pieces but had given up on it due to her lack of insight, quickly took notice of Malea and came to cherish her.
“Miss, how could there be a fake in a place like the Count’s residence? What you are saying is so absurd that I can’t believe it-”
“Go and tell him after you go. Those are probably cheap imitations. I feel bad for Rolf who sweeps and cleans them every day.”
Malea looked confused.
The young lady's personality is completely different from the gossip, the absurd and fake story that cannot be true, and the young lady's intention to make Malea the madam's close maid.
Malea's eyes were wandering, unable to find their way to anything. But that child's confusion was none of Odette's business.
“After that, use your talents to secure the position of maid close to my mother. I will give you a generous deadline of until the first day of the founding of the country.”
“Huh? Miss, are you crazy? There are only three days left? It’s impossible to do it in that time!”
'In my past life, you managed to get there in just one day without my help.'
As Malea continued to whine, a look of boredom spread across Odette's face.
“Stop whining. Don’t you know more about the poor education level of this family than I do? As the daughter of a wealthy man, your taste is more than enough.”
It wasn't an empty promise. If you have an eye for detail like Malea's, you could easily pick out those low-quality fakes.
If not for that insight, why would Odette bother to pick on Malea and threaten her?
The reason she can say this is because Odette's taste is several levels higher than Malea's.
The memories of Han Su-wan from her previous life, who loved painting so much, made Odette's standards too high.
'Because Han Su-wan was a fool who enjoyed picking up books his younger sister had thrown away like a beggar.'
That younger sister went on to art school and received private tutoring from various famous professors, so she received a quality education.
“Miss, what you are saying is unreasonable. No matter what-”
“You really can’t do it? Then quit.”
"Yes?"
“You’re a maid who dares to pick a fight with me, so you’re not even worth threatening to keep alive. Why don’t I just tell my brother about the scar you gave me?”
“Oh, Miss.”
“I can’t help it since you won’t listen to me. It seems like it would be easier for you to die at the hands of my brother.”
As Odette turned around without hesitation, Malea crawled onto her knees and clung to Odette's legs.
“Oh, Miss! It was my fault!”
“Remember, I hate whining. Don’t you dare come crawling back to me? I won’t forgive you twice.”
“Yes, yes! I was wrong. I won’t do it again!”
Odette grabbed Malea's chin and forced her to look into her eyes.
“Never think of joking around again, or of fighting again. Always remember in your mind and body that I am the one holding your life in my hands.”
The life force in the turquoise eyes. Maleah, overwhelmed with fear, closed her mouth.
“You can go. I’ll congratulate you in advance. When you’ve won my mother’s favor.”
“Uh, I’ll step back!”
Odette stared at the back of the maid as she hurriedly left the room.
'That kid treated me like a stupid, evil person and ignored me in my past life. After receiving my mother's favor in my previous life, she even looked down on me as if I was an idiot.'
With this, Malea had completely become the Countess's person in this life. That was enough.
Odette glanced down at her ugly calves.
The purpose of this noisy wound was not only to intimidate Malea.
'John will definitely come to greet me soon.'
It was also intended for use when reuniting with John.
A chivalric madman. There was no way that John, with his upright nature, could just accept her help and pass it by.
In <Redemption>, John also felt guilty until he died when he found out that Charlotte had been pricked by a rose thorn while purifying him.
He was not the type to stay still even after hearing reports that Odette had been abused by her parents. He was a generous Crown Prince who could never forget the pain of the weak.
'You have to buy certain compassion in advance.'
The damned Count only left wounds and scars in places that were not visible to others.
If the courts of her past life taught her anything, it was that only visible wounds and scars can garner compassion. And she received none.
By the time Odette had neatly concluded her blackmail of Malea, the mild fever that had been plaguing her had turned into a boiling fever.
Odette barely made it up the stairs to her room and fell asleep on the floor.
Odette woke up in a dream, as usual, in a space filled with wasps with heart-shaped wings.
'I didn't even get hit by Mengele today, so why am I having this nightmare?'
Odette, who had been instinctively shrinking in fear, discovered something different from her usual dreams.
The heart wasp that used to pounce on people and drive them crazy was not pounced on her today.
'Hey guys... why are you acting so shabby?'
The damned pest that greedily bit her flesh and sucked her blood. But today, all it did was flap its wings.
Rather than flying towards Odette, it looked like they were barely crawling towards her and trying to bite her.
'Come to think of it, the water level has decreased significantly, hasn't it?'
It was still about the depth of a lake. How could we gauge its depth?
Compared to the past when it was as bottomless as the ocean, the present was as good as non-existent.
Besides, the wasps couldn't even bite Odette, because they turned to dust as soon as they touched her.
'It's strange. As each wasp dies, the heat in my body slowly goes down.'
As her fever went down, Odette slowly began to move, raising her upper body.
'I've been dreaming about this for three years, but today is the first time I'm moving in my dream.'
The heart wasp that used to be so noisy is so calm. At that moment, something entered Odette's sight.
'What is that...? A stake?'
A huge pillar was visible in the distance. Odette frowned at the pillar that seemed to pierce through the sky and the earth.
Looking closely, it wasn't a stake, but a huge tree that had grown to pierce the sky. She could see small branches and dead leaves hanging from it.
'Even a beanstalk in a fairy tale wouldn't grow that big. What kind of tree grows so stupidly?'
The tree, which was of overwhelming size, was already dead and black, so it looked like a pillar.
At that moment, a voice rang in her head.
"Purified water."
As if struck by lightning, Odette suddenly realized.
Then, memories of her past life forcibly came to her mind.
It seemed as if Odette was not recalling her memories, but someone else was randomly replaying them.
"Now they are called transcendent beings and purifiers, but in the distant past they were called monsters and saints of the Gods."
A purifier is a being that has purifying water in its inner world. The more purifying water they have, the greater their ability to purify monsters.
It is said that the purifying water possessed by the first saint, that is, the first purifier, was as much as 5 quezetas (m).
It was a sermon that Odette had overheard while hiding in the basement of the monastery as a member of a beggar's gang. Odette herself had not even realized that she had heard it.
'Why do these memories come to mind?'
That's strange. That tree can't possibly be a purifier.
If she was a true Purifier, she wouldn't have been killed by the Transcendent Beings in her past life.
'It makes no sense for someone like me to have a greater purifier than the first saint.'
A strange memory came rushing into her head. Odette felt a brief dizziness and closed her eyes tightly.
Because of that, she couldn't see it. The leaves of the tree that had been dead just a moment ago were slowly turning a bluish-green.
The Countess, who had wanted to increase her dowry by using art pieces but had given up on it due to her lack of insight, quickly took notice of Malea and came to cherish her.
“Miss, how could there be a fake in a place like the Count’s residence? What you are saying is so absurd that I can’t believe it-”
“Go and tell him after you go. Those are probably cheap imitations. I feel bad for Rolf who sweeps and cleans them every day.”
Malea looked confused.
The young lady's personality is completely different from the gossip, the absurd and fake story that cannot be true, and the young lady's intention to make Malea the madam's close maid.
Malea's eyes were wandering, unable to find their way to anything. But that child's confusion was none of Odette's business.
“After that, use your talents to secure the position of maid close to my mother. I will give you a generous deadline of until the first day of the founding of the country.”
“Huh? Miss, are you crazy? There are only three days left? It’s impossible to do it in that time!”
'In my past life, you managed to get there in just one day without my help.'
As Malea continued to whine, a look of boredom spread across Odette's face.
“Stop whining. Don’t you know more about the poor education level of this family than I do? As the daughter of a wealthy man, your taste is more than enough.”
It wasn't an empty promise. If you have an eye for detail like Malea's, you could easily pick out those low-quality fakes.
If not for that insight, why would Odette bother to pick on Malea and threaten her?
The reason she can say this is because Odette's taste is several levels higher than Malea's.
The memories of Han Su-wan from her previous life, who loved painting so much, made Odette's standards too high.
'Because Han Su-wan was a fool who enjoyed picking up books his younger sister had thrown away like a beggar.'
That younger sister went on to art school and received private tutoring from various famous professors, so she received a quality education.
“Miss, what you are saying is unreasonable. No matter what-”
“You really can’t do it? Then quit.”
"Yes?"
“You’re a maid who dares to pick a fight with me, so you’re not even worth threatening to keep alive. Why don’t I just tell my brother about the scar you gave me?”
“Oh, Miss.”
“I can’t help it since you won’t listen to me. It seems like it would be easier for you to die at the hands of my brother.”
As Odette turned around without hesitation, Malea crawled onto her knees and clung to Odette's legs.
“Oh, Miss! It was my fault!”
“Remember, I hate whining. Don’t you dare come crawling back to me? I won’t forgive you twice.”
“Yes, yes! I was wrong. I won’t do it again!”
Odette grabbed Malea's chin and forced her to look into her eyes.
“Never think of joking around again, or of fighting again. Always remember in your mind and body that I am the one holding your life in my hands.”
The life force in the turquoise eyes. Maleah, overwhelmed with fear, closed her mouth.
“You can go. I’ll congratulate you in advance. When you’ve won my mother’s favor.”
“Uh, I’ll step back!”
Odette stared at the back of the maid as she hurriedly left the room.
'That kid treated me like a stupid, evil person and ignored me in my past life. After receiving my mother's favor in my previous life, she even looked down on me as if I was an idiot.'
With this, Malea had completely become the Countess's person in this life. That was enough.
Odette glanced down at her ugly calves.
The purpose of this noisy wound was not only to intimidate Malea.
'John will definitely come to greet me soon.'
It was also intended for use when reuniting with John.
A chivalric madman. There was no way that John, with his upright nature, could just accept her help and pass it by.
In <Redemption>, John also felt guilty until he died when he found out that Charlotte had been pricked by a rose thorn while purifying him.
He was not the type to stay still even after hearing reports that Odette had been abused by her parents. He was a generous Crown Prince who could never forget the pain of the weak.
'You have to buy certain compassion in advance.'
The damned Count only left wounds and scars in places that were not visible to others.
If the courts of her past life taught her anything, it was that only visible wounds and scars can garner compassion. And she received none.
By the time Odette had neatly concluded her blackmail of Malea, the mild fever that had been plaguing her had turned into a boiling fever.
Odette barely made it up the stairs to her room and fell asleep on the floor.
***
Odette woke up in a dream, as usual, in a space filled with wasps with heart-shaped wings.
'I didn't even get hit by Mengele today, so why am I having this nightmare?'
Odette, who had been instinctively shrinking in fear, discovered something different from her usual dreams.
The heart wasp that used to pounce on people and drive them crazy was not pounced on her today.
'Hey guys... why are you acting so shabby?'
The damned pest that greedily bit her flesh and sucked her blood. But today, all it did was flap its wings.
Rather than flying towards Odette, it looked like they were barely crawling towards her and trying to bite her.
'Come to think of it, the water level has decreased significantly, hasn't it?'
It was still about the depth of a lake. How could we gauge its depth?
Compared to the past when it was as bottomless as the ocean, the present was as good as non-existent.
Besides, the wasps couldn't even bite Odette, because they turned to dust as soon as they touched her.
'It's strange. As each wasp dies, the heat in my body slowly goes down.'
As her fever went down, Odette slowly began to move, raising her upper body.
'I've been dreaming about this for three years, but today is the first time I'm moving in my dream.'
The heart wasp that used to be so noisy is so calm. At that moment, something entered Odette's sight.
'What is that...? A stake?'
A huge pillar was visible in the distance. Odette frowned at the pillar that seemed to pierce through the sky and the earth.
Looking closely, it wasn't a stake, but a huge tree that had grown to pierce the sky. She could see small branches and dead leaves hanging from it.
'Even a beanstalk in a fairy tale wouldn't grow that big. What kind of tree grows so stupidly?'
The tree, which was of overwhelming size, was already dead and black, so it looked like a pillar.
At that moment, a voice rang in her head.
"Purified water."
As if struck by lightning, Odette suddenly realized.
Then, memories of her past life forcibly came to her mind.
It seemed as if Odette was not recalling her memories, but someone else was randomly replaying them.
"Now they are called transcendent beings and purifiers, but in the distant past they were called monsters and saints of the Gods."
A purifier is a being that has purifying water in its inner world. The more purifying water they have, the greater their ability to purify monsters.
It is said that the purifying water possessed by the first saint, that is, the first purifier, was as much as 5 quezetas (m).
It was a sermon that Odette had overheard while hiding in the basement of the monastery as a member of a beggar's gang. Odette herself had not even realized that she had heard it.
'Why do these memories come to mind?'
That's strange. That tree can't possibly be a purifier.
If she was a true Purifier, she wouldn't have been killed by the Transcendent Beings in her past life.
'It makes no sense for someone like me to have a greater purifier than the first saint.'
A strange memory came rushing into her head. Odette felt a brief dizziness and closed her eyes tightly.
Because of that, she couldn't see it. The leaves of the tree that had been dead just a moment ago were slowly turning a bluish-green.
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