“Miss! How sad! Your feet are a mess!”
Lise hurriedly tried to apply the herbal juice that was lying in a corner of the toilet room.
“Thank goodness I have some herbal juice! I’ll apply it to your wound, Miss!”
But Odette took two steps back, avoided Lise's hand, and grabbed her flustered hand.
“No, Lise. You shouldn’t use that medicine.”
She whispered as quietly as she could,
“Why are you lowering your voice?”
Lise lowered her voice and asked her back, even though she didn't know anything.
“Shh. The person who put the pressure on my shoe is eavesdropping at the door.”
Odette said, putting her index finger to her lips.
Lise looked like she didn't understand the situation.
But soon, Lise was surprised when the flesh on her fingertips where the herb had touched began to peel and swell.
“Who would do this to a young lady...”
Even though she was very angry, Lise did not raise her voice.
“Of course, Courtney.”
Odett said in a nonchalant voice. Only Courtney would harass someone in such a sinister manner.
Last time, it was definitely her who secretly put a pin in her chemise.
Wasn't she the woman who secretly put clonia berries in her tea and food when Odette was little? Courtney wanted to see her suffocate from allergies.
“Lise, are you good at acting?”
When she smiled, Lide nodded resolutely and spoke in a raised voice.
“Whoa! Miss! This must not be the herb! The wound, the wound is swelling up like crazy! How bad.”
“...”
“My feet are so messed up... Oh my God! They’re festering now!”
'No, there's no need to act that passionately...'
Oh my, I was a little overwhelmed watching Lise so freely make sobbing sounds.
'I've never seen anyone act better than me before.'
Lise, that girl is...a genius.
“Miss, please sit down for now. I don’t think you should move. What kind of pus is this much- Just stay a moment! I’ll call a doctor right away!”
At Lise's voice, the presence just outside the toilet room door disappeared. Courtney had probably fled to the housekeeper's office.
The dark pleasure is complete only when you don't get caught for being the culprit. Because not getting caught comes first.
Lise, who had gone out for a brief visit, soon returned with real herbal juice and bandages.
“Just in case, I brought what I had as a first aid kit. I’m afraid she might have colluded with the doctor.”
“Good job, Lise.”
“That damn housekeeper. Can’t I just go and drag her out by the collar?”
That would be refreshing, but it would only make things more difficult. Odette shook her head.
“There’s no evidence anyway. There’s no use in catching her.”
Courtney never leaves any evidence. She only harasses Odette in a way that doesn't make Ferdinand angry. She can tell Courtney is the one who targets the soles of her feet.
The pain is great, but the marks are small. As long as Ferdinand can't see it, she has no power to punish.
The ending was obvious. Lise looked even more upset than she was as she carefully applied herbs to Odette's feet and wrapped bandages around them.
“By the way, it’s a shame that the shoes are unusable. Madam Sarah must have put a lot of effort into making them.”
The pressure points were fixed inside the shoes with something like the sticky fluid of a mucilaginous plant.
Moreover, since the amount of bloodshed was quite large, it was noticeable on the white shoes. It would be difficult to wear them again.
“Don’t worry about the shoes. My mother will be able to make you a pair that is exactly the same in three days. The only problem is that you hurt your foot before the ball.”
Lise clenched her jaw in anger.
“Your feet are a mess, and we can’t even scold Courtney.”
“Lise, there’s a way to confuse Courtney.”
Lise looked at Odette with sparkling eyes.
“But if you want to feed Courtney, there’s something I need you to do on prom night. You're going to be very busy. Is that okay?”
“Of course. If I can just get Courtney to do that, I can endure it no matter how busy I get.”
Odette is probably a little higher on the “scold” scale than Lise is on the “scold” scale.
Lise hurriedly tried to apply the herbal juice that was lying in a corner of the toilet room.
“Thank goodness I have some herbal juice! I’ll apply it to your wound, Miss!”
But Odette took two steps back, avoided Lise's hand, and grabbed her flustered hand.
“No, Lise. You shouldn’t use that medicine.”
She whispered as quietly as she could,
“Why are you lowering your voice?”
Lise lowered her voice and asked her back, even though she didn't know anything.
“Shh. The person who put the pressure on my shoe is eavesdropping at the door.”
Odette said, putting her index finger to her lips.
Lise looked like she didn't understand the situation.
But soon, Lise was surprised when the flesh on her fingertips where the herb had touched began to peel and swell.
“Who would do this to a young lady...”
Even though she was very angry, Lise did not raise her voice.
“Of course, Courtney.”
Odett said in a nonchalant voice. Only Courtney would harass someone in such a sinister manner.
Last time, it was definitely her who secretly put a pin in her chemise.
Wasn't she the woman who secretly put clonia berries in her tea and food when Odette was little? Courtney wanted to see her suffocate from allergies.
“Lise, are you good at acting?”
When she smiled, Lide nodded resolutely and spoke in a raised voice.
“Whoa! Miss! This must not be the herb! The wound, the wound is swelling up like crazy! How bad.”
“...”
“My feet are so messed up... Oh my God! They’re festering now!”
'No, there's no need to act that passionately...'
Oh my, I was a little overwhelmed watching Lise so freely make sobbing sounds.
'I've never seen anyone act better than me before.'
Lise, that girl is...a genius.
“Miss, please sit down for now. I don’t think you should move. What kind of pus is this much- Just stay a moment! I’ll call a doctor right away!”
At Lise's voice, the presence just outside the toilet room door disappeared. Courtney had probably fled to the housekeeper's office.
The dark pleasure is complete only when you don't get caught for being the culprit. Because not getting caught comes first.
Lise, who had gone out for a brief visit, soon returned with real herbal juice and bandages.
“Just in case, I brought what I had as a first aid kit. I’m afraid she might have colluded with the doctor.”
“Good job, Lise.”
“That damn housekeeper. Can’t I just go and drag her out by the collar?”
That would be refreshing, but it would only make things more difficult. Odette shook her head.
“There’s no evidence anyway. There’s no use in catching her.”
Courtney never leaves any evidence. She only harasses Odette in a way that doesn't make Ferdinand angry. She can tell Courtney is the one who targets the soles of her feet.
The pain is great, but the marks are small. As long as Ferdinand can't see it, she has no power to punish.
The ending was obvious. Lise looked even more upset than she was as she carefully applied herbs to Odette's feet and wrapped bandages around them.
“By the way, it’s a shame that the shoes are unusable. Madam Sarah must have put a lot of effort into making them.”
The pressure points were fixed inside the shoes with something like the sticky fluid of a mucilaginous plant.
Moreover, since the amount of bloodshed was quite large, it was noticeable on the white shoes. It would be difficult to wear them again.
“Don’t worry about the shoes. My mother will be able to make you a pair that is exactly the same in three days. The only problem is that you hurt your foot before the ball.”
Lise clenched her jaw in anger.
“Your feet are a mess, and we can’t even scold Courtney.”
“Lise, there’s a way to confuse Courtney.”
Lise looked at Odette with sparkling eyes.
“But if you want to feed Courtney, there’s something I need you to do on prom night. You're going to be very busy. Is that okay?”
“Of course. If I can just get Courtney to do that, I can endure it no matter how busy I get.”
Odette is probably a little higher on the “scold” scale than Lise is on the “scold” scale.
Odette smiled at Lise.
Since they had confirmed that Lise's acting skills were necessary for this plan, there was nothing more to worry about.
***
The day of the ball.
The Countess, who had exerted strength from head to toe, walked confidently to the main gate of the mansion.
“You’re out, Mother.”
First, Odette, who had been waiting inside the carriage, greeted the Countess while lightly lifting up her skirt.
The Countess couldn't help but frown when she saw that sight.
'Is that a housecoat? A ball gown?'
It was too plain. At least in the eyes of the Countess, it did not look aristocratic at all.
“Oh my God, what is this? This is so tacky.”
There was a hint of resentment in the Countess's voice as she reproached her.
“These days, even debutantes don’t wear white dresses, so why is this such an obvious white color? Are you bragging about having no taste?”
Yet the Countess's gaze was lightly caught by the blue string that was held to Odette's chest line.
The silhouette created by a single string looked particularly beautiful. It was a pretty nightgown, after all.
“Tsk. I’m the only one who’s going to lose face.”
But the biggest problem of all was the fact that Odette dared to choose a dress for the doll theme.
'Insolently, without Ferdinand's permission.'
If it were her natural nature, she would have screamed, “Waak Waak,” but there were low-level servants in this place.
“Go up and change into your dress. I think the pale yellow dress that Ferdinand used to like would be good.”
“That would be difficult, Mother.”
In an instant, the Countess's face hardened.
She thought Odett had completely cured her arrogance when she was thrown into the dungeon that day, but seeing Odette rebelling brought back nightmares.
“I hurt my foot badly.”
As she spoke, Odette lifted her skirt slightly to show that she had bandages wrapped around her feet.
But the Countess was furious to the core.
“Are you crazy? You just refused my orders?”
"Mother."
“Even if your feet are hurt or your legs are bruised! How dare you disobey my orders-”
The Countess, who had lost her senses and was screaming at the fact, saw the coachman's surprised face. The coachman was looking at the Countess as if he were looking at a stranger.
Not only the coachman but also the other maids and servants who had come out to see him off had expressions of unfamiliarity.
“...”
Except for a few servants, they have never seen the Countess yell at Odette.
Gulp. The Countess swallowed dry saliva. Then she forced the corners of her lips to rise.
“These days, the social world is all about glamour. Wouldn’t everyone laugh at you for being so plain?”
A soft, made-up voice.
“You agree with me, right? I’ll support you, so don’t worry about your sore feet. Let’s change clothes together.”
The Countess held out her arms to Odette. She planned to correct the impudent doll's personality in the toilette room.
But the moment Odette linked arms with the Countess, a servant came rushing in through the side door of the mansion.
“Madam! The master and the young master will be arriving at the mansion soon, so he has sent word to prepare dinner.”
……What?
“Didn’t you say it would take two days at the earliest to arrive?!”
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