Episode 28. Fix My Skin, You Quack!
“What are you talking about?”
“I wonder if something big has happened?”
“I think I heard it from over there.”
The nearby knights approached Rose. They formed a protective circle around her.
- Ahhh!
The atmosphere in the mansion was very chaotic due to the loud screams.
“I think I should go in the direction of the sound.”
The people in the mansion began to murmur and rush toward the source of the noise. Rose, who was slowly walking toward the source of the noise, soon sensed something strange.
“Oh... That’s my room.”
A scream so loud it nearly ruptured her eardrums was heard from her room. Rose walked briskly, protected by the knights. What on earth had happened? And in her room, at that. Rose had already reached the door. From afar, she saw her butler, Gwen, running towards her, panting.
“Madam, are you okay?”
“I’m okay, Gwen.”
Gwen, who had been running, worried that it might be Rose who was screaming, breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good. Then who on earth is in here...?”
Rose shook her head in disbelief at Gwen's words. She exchanged glances with the knights and nodded, a signal to them to open the door. One of the knights stepped forward and grabbed Rose's doorknob.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
With those words, the knight flung open Rose's room door. The first person he saw was Doana.
“...Doana?”
Rose frowned as she watched Doana screaming loudly in her room.
“What are you doing here?”
Rose couldn't hide her bewildered gaze. Not only had she entered her room, but she'd even stolen her dress. Gwen sighed deeply, watching Doana wreak havoc in Rose's room. He placed his hand on his temple, his expression quite perplexed.
“Gyaaak! What should I do!! What should I do!”
Gwen gestured towards the screaming Doana.
“Let’s get Doana out right now.”
At Gwen's words, the knights approached Doana. Doana, who had been staring in despair at the mirror, only then noticed Rose had entered. She shook off the knights approaching her and ran towards Rose.
“Rose!”
Doana, running towards her with a desperate expression, had tears streaming down her face like chicken droppings. Rose's eyes widened at the sight of her.
“You...what’s wrong with your face?”
Doana's once pale, beautiful skin was covered in red blisters on one side. From the bottom of her right cheek to her jawline, the raised, red blisters were utterly unsightly.
“It’s because of you! It’s because of you that my skin became like this!”
Doana charged forward with a fierce ferocity, as if ready to strike Rose at any moment. The knights grabbed Doana's arms as she charged toward Rose.
“You take responsibility! Aaak!”
“How dare you speak to Madam!”
Gwen yelled at Doana, who was screaming loudly.
“Sigh... sob, sob.”
Doana, startled by the butler's voice, lowered her head and began to sob. The butler, looking at her, made a displeased expression and clicked his tongue.
“Call the doctor.”
He gave orders to a nearby maid and then stared at Doana.
“This matter cannot be overlooked, Doana.”
Gwen could no longer sit idly by and watch Doana steal her dress.
"Get treatment first. I'll punish you for what you did later."
The butler's quiet voice was laced with suppressed anger. The knights dragged away the slumped Doana.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I should have educated her better.”
Gwen looked at Doana's back and sighed softly.
"No, it's not your fault, butler. It's my fault for not being able to draw appropriate boundaries, having lived alone without friends."
Rose spoke calmly to the butler, who could not hide his apologetic expression.
“I will make sure that she never does something like this again.”
He bowed his head toward Rose in greeting. Gwen's gaze, bowing, was cold and sullen.
“I provided first aid.”
The doctor, who was patting Doana's face with a thin cotton pad, spoke.
“My face, is it fixed? Is it fixed?”
Doana still couldn't contain her excitement. She grabbed the hem of the doctor's robe and screamed madly. She had revealed her hidden true nature, a face she had only ever shown to the servants she had taken for granted. She seemed to have lost her senses at the sight of her face so hideously transformed.
“If you hadn’t entered that room without permission and touched that thing without permission, wouldn’t this have happened?”
He looked at Doana with cold eyes and said one more thing.
“Why did you steal that dress that doesn’t even suit you?”
Every word the butler spoke was humiliating. She couldn't bear the sight of a lowly old man daring to scold her, the future countess.
‘...Do you think I can just sit still after being treated like this?!’
Doana, who was deeply shaken by the butler, gritted her teeth. She vowed to drive out the butler who had ignored her. And the next day, Doana immediately put her plan into action. The entire mansion shook with Doana's single word.
“Huh, huff. Really. The butler... dragged me away last night...”
Doana squeezed her eyes shut, as if unable to speak fully, and her words trailed off into tears. She tearfully pleaded that the butler had assaulted her. Ironically, however, not a single member of the Count's household believed her.
“What are you talking about?”
Rose tilted her head in confusion at the sound of the mansion screaming as if it were being torn apart.
“I think I heard it from over there.”
The nearby knights approached Rose. They formed a protective circle around her.
- Ahhh!
The atmosphere in the mansion was very chaotic due to the loud screams.
“I think I should go in the direction of the sound.”
The people in the mansion began to murmur and rush toward the source of the noise. Rose, who was slowly walking toward the source of the noise, soon sensed something strange.
“Oh... That’s my room.”
A scream so loud it nearly ruptured her eardrums was heard from her room. Rose walked briskly, protected by the knights. What on earth had happened? And in her room, at that. Rose had already reached the door. From afar, she saw her butler, Gwen, running towards her, panting.
“Madam, are you okay?”
“I’m okay, Gwen.”
Gwen, who had been running, worried that it might be Rose who was screaming, breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good. Then who on earth is in here...?”
Rose shook her head in disbelief at Gwen's words. She exchanged glances with the knights and nodded, a signal to them to open the door. One of the knights stepped forward and grabbed Rose's doorknob.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
With those words, the knight flung open Rose's room door. The first person he saw was Doana.
“...Doana?”
Rose frowned as she watched Doana screaming loudly in her room.
“What are you doing here?”
Rose couldn't hide her bewildered gaze. Not only had she entered her room, but she'd even stolen her dress. Gwen sighed deeply, watching Doana wreak havoc in Rose's room. He placed his hand on his temple, his expression quite perplexed.
“Gyaaak! What should I do!! What should I do!”
Gwen gestured towards the screaming Doana.
“Let’s get Doana out right now.”
At Gwen's words, the knights approached Doana. Doana, who had been staring in despair at the mirror, only then noticed Rose had entered. She shook off the knights approaching her and ran towards Rose.
“Rose!”
Doana, running towards her with a desperate expression, had tears streaming down her face like chicken droppings. Rose's eyes widened at the sight of her.
“You...what’s wrong with your face?”
Doana's once pale, beautiful skin was covered in red blisters on one side. From the bottom of her right cheek to her jawline, the raised, red blisters were utterly unsightly.
“It’s because of you! It’s because of you that my skin became like this!”
Doana charged forward with a fierce ferocity, as if ready to strike Rose at any moment. The knights grabbed Doana's arms as she charged toward Rose.
“You take responsibility! Aaak!”
“How dare you speak to Madam!”
Gwen yelled at Doana, who was screaming loudly.
“Sigh... sob, sob.”
Doana, startled by the butler's voice, lowered her head and began to sob. The butler, looking at her, made a displeased expression and clicked his tongue.
“Call the doctor.”
He gave orders to a nearby maid and then stared at Doana.
“This matter cannot be overlooked, Doana.”
Gwen could no longer sit idly by and watch Doana steal her dress.
"Get treatment first. I'll punish you for what you did later."
The butler's quiet voice was laced with suppressed anger. The knights dragged away the slumped Doana.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I should have educated her better.”
Gwen looked at Doana's back and sighed softly.
"No, it's not your fault, butler. It's my fault for not being able to draw appropriate boundaries, having lived alone without friends."
Rose spoke calmly to the butler, who could not hide his apologetic expression.
“I will make sure that she never does something like this again.”
He bowed his head toward Rose in greeting. Gwen's gaze, bowing, was cold and sullen.
***
“I provided first aid.”
The doctor, who was patting Doana's face with a thin cotton pad, spoke.
“My face, is it fixed? Is it fixed?”
Doana still couldn't contain her excitement. She grabbed the hem of the doctor's robe and screamed madly. She had revealed her hidden true nature, a face she had only ever shown to the servants she had taken for granted. She seemed to have lost her senses at the sight of her face so hideously transformed.
The doctor shook off Doana's hand that was grabbing her robe, and shook off the spot where she had grabbed him. He knew she was Eric's concubine, but he didn't appreciate the disrespect he received from a mere maid.
"We've given you the best treatment possible. The blisters will soon subside, but the red, swollen scars won't disappear."
At the doctor's words, Doana's face turned desperate, like someone who had lost everything in the world.
“...So, you’re saying it can’t be fixed?”
"It felt like a cream full of all sorts of toxic ingredients. Your skin will never return to its former state."
"What...?"
Doana's face turned pale at the doctor's shocking words. She stared at herself in the small hand mirror she held. The blisters filled the lower part of her right cheek. These marks won't go away...!
"And you're a doctor!? A doctor? You should be doing laser treatment, peeling, whatever! Why don't you just say no when you're not even doing it?"
Laser? Peeling? What on earth was she talking about? The doctor couldn't listen to Doana's incomprehensible words any longer.
"I think you need to rest a bit more. I'll be leaving now."
“Where are you going? Hey! You quack doctor!”
Doana hurled a curse at the doctor as he left without even looking back. She was grumbling, struggling to accept her current reality.
“Why... why on earth is this happening to me...”
It was all Rose's fault. If only she hadn't applied that cream on Rose's vanity, her skin wouldn't have been this damaged. Doana ignored her own mistakes and turned all the blame onto Rose.
“Sigh... sob. It’s so unfair...”
She covered her face with both hands and sobbed pitifully. Then, the tightly shut door opened, and Eric came in.
“Doana!”
“Count...”
When Doana saw Eric's face, she shed even more sad tears.
“What on earth is going on?”
Eric approached Doana and removed her hand from her face. His pupils fluttered as the blisters on her skin were revealed. He seemed at a loss for words, seeing her condition worse than he'd expected.
"Count... what on earth did you give Rose? That's why my skin turned out like this. Ugh, sob."
Eric took a small step back as Doana spoke, her face pressed against his. He asked back, seemingly unfazed by Doana's words.
“A gift? I don’t know what you mean.”
"The Count gave Rose some cream as a gift. I even saw the letter you wrote to her personally, apologizing for not being able to take care of her all this time!"
Despite Doana's words, Eric simply tilted his head. He hadn't given Rose anything, so he couldn't understand what she was saying.
“I didn’t give Rose anything as a gift.”
At his firm words, Doana's eyes shook like an aspen tree.
"No way! I saw it all clearly! My skin, too, is all because of that cream!"
He didn't give anything to Rose... Eric's expression became very serious at Doana's words.
“Where is the cream you mentioned now?”
“I left it in Rose’s room. It’s on the dresser.”
He called a servant nearby and gave him an order.
“Sweep up all the creams on Rose’s vanity.”
“Yes, Count.”
The servant bowed his head and quickly walked away. When he opened the door to leave the room, Rose was standing there.
“I came to see if Doana was okay.”
The servant made way for Rose to enter first. Then, as soon as Rose entered, he quickly left. Eric had ordered him to sweep her vanity.
'Eric was here too.'
Rose frowned involuntarily, noticing that the person who had arrived before her was someone she did not like.
“Doana, are you okay?”
Actually, she hadn't come because she was worried. Rose had been through too much to be worried about Doana. She just wanted to hear what had happened. Why had she come into her room? Why had she been wearing that dress? What had caused her face to change like that?
"We've given you the best treatment possible. The blisters will soon subside, but the red, swollen scars won't disappear."
At the doctor's words, Doana's face turned desperate, like someone who had lost everything in the world.
“...So, you’re saying it can’t be fixed?”
"It felt like a cream full of all sorts of toxic ingredients. Your skin will never return to its former state."
"What...?"
Doana's face turned pale at the doctor's shocking words. She stared at herself in the small hand mirror she held. The blisters filled the lower part of her right cheek. These marks won't go away...!
"And you're a doctor!? A doctor? You should be doing laser treatment, peeling, whatever! Why don't you just say no when you're not even doing it?"
Laser? Peeling? What on earth was she talking about? The doctor couldn't listen to Doana's incomprehensible words any longer.
"I think you need to rest a bit more. I'll be leaving now."
“Where are you going? Hey! You quack doctor!”
Doana hurled a curse at the doctor as he left without even looking back. She was grumbling, struggling to accept her current reality.
“Why... why on earth is this happening to me...”
It was all Rose's fault. If only she hadn't applied that cream on Rose's vanity, her skin wouldn't have been this damaged. Doana ignored her own mistakes and turned all the blame onto Rose.
“Sigh... sob. It’s so unfair...”
She covered her face with both hands and sobbed pitifully. Then, the tightly shut door opened, and Eric came in.
“Doana!”
“Count...”
When Doana saw Eric's face, she shed even more sad tears.
“What on earth is going on?”
Eric approached Doana and removed her hand from her face. His pupils fluttered as the blisters on her skin were revealed. He seemed at a loss for words, seeing her condition worse than he'd expected.
"Count... what on earth did you give Rose? That's why my skin turned out like this. Ugh, sob."
Eric took a small step back as Doana spoke, her face pressed against his. He asked back, seemingly unfazed by Doana's words.
“A gift? I don’t know what you mean.”
"The Count gave Rose some cream as a gift. I even saw the letter you wrote to her personally, apologizing for not being able to take care of her all this time!"
Despite Doana's words, Eric simply tilted his head. He hadn't given Rose anything, so he couldn't understand what she was saying.
“I didn’t give Rose anything as a gift.”
At his firm words, Doana's eyes shook like an aspen tree.
"No way! I saw it all clearly! My skin, too, is all because of that cream!"
He didn't give anything to Rose... Eric's expression became very serious at Doana's words.
“Where is the cream you mentioned now?”
“I left it in Rose’s room. It’s on the dresser.”
He called a servant nearby and gave him an order.
“Sweep up all the creams on Rose’s vanity.”
“Yes, Count.”
The servant bowed his head and quickly walked away. When he opened the door to leave the room, Rose was standing there.
“I came to see if Doana was okay.”
The servant made way for Rose to enter first. Then, as soon as Rose entered, he quickly left. Eric had ordered him to sweep her vanity.
'Eric was here too.'
Rose frowned involuntarily, noticing that the person who had arrived before her was someone she did not like.
“Doana, are you okay?”
Actually, she hadn't come because she was worried. Rose had been through too much to be worried about Doana. She just wanted to hear what had happened. Why had she come into her room? Why had she been wearing that dress? What had caused her face to change like that?
Doana resented Rose for coming to see her. She thought she was the culprit. She didn't answer, just glared. A heavy silence fell over the room. Eric remained silent between Doana and Rose, observing them. Soon, a servant came in, his hands full of cosmetics.
“Count, as you commanded, I have brought all the cream from Madam's room.”
“...?! Why did you bring the cream from my room?”
At Rose's words, the servant trailed off and looked at Eric.
“Um... That’s what the Count ordered.”
“Eric?”
Rose looked at Eric with a puzzled expression. Eric answered nonchalantly, as if it were nothing.
"Doana said she got blisters on her face after applying your cosmetics. So I had you bring the cosmetics from your room to check."
“You applied my cosmetics?”
Rose couldn't hide her bewilderment at Eric's words.
“Count, as you commanded, I have brought all the cream from Madam's room.”
“...?! Why did you bring the cream from my room?”
At Rose's words, the servant trailed off and looked at Eric.
“Um... That’s what the Count ordered.”
“Eric?”
Rose looked at Eric with a puzzled expression. Eric answered nonchalantly, as if it were nothing.
"Doana said she got blisters on her face after applying your cosmetics. So I had you bring the cosmetics from your room to check."
“You applied my cosmetics?”
Rose couldn't hide her bewilderment at Eric's words.
"So... you just stole my cosmetics and applied them without saying a word?"
Eric asked Doana, ignoring Rose's bewildered expression.
“Which of these do you think is correct?”
Doana examined each of the creams the servant had brought. However, the cream she had applied was nowhere to be found.
“Did you bring everything? The one I just bought isn’t here.”
As the sound of a scream echoed, the servant nodded urgently.
“I brought them all. The Countess doesn’t have many cosmetics to begin with...”
“Which of these do you think is correct?”
Doana examined each of the creams the servant had brought. However, the cream she had applied was nowhere to be found.
“Did you bring everything? The one I just bought isn’t here.”
As the sound of a scream echoed, the servant nodded urgently.
“I brought them all. The Countess doesn’t have many cosmetics to begin with...”
“Look again. Are you sure that the makeup you were applying isn’t here?”
Doana nodded weakly at Eric's words. But that was only for a moment, as her eyes flashed with a ferocious glare.
“... Rose, did you really throw it away?”
She glared at Rose with a sharp gaze.
“Throw it away, what?”
“I mean, those cosmetics! The ones in the red bottles!”
“I don’t have any red bottle cosmetics.”
Rose frowned and answered Doana's words.
“You clearly left those cosmetics on your room floor. Why are you pretending not to notice?”
Doana, who wanted to spit out a curse, tried to suppress her anger and glared at Rose. At that moment, a spark of suspicion began to bloom in Doana's mind.
'Could it be... that this was a trap set by Rose from the beginning? She knew I was having sex with her husband, so she put that toxic cream on my vanity?'
No matter how much she thought about it, there was no other way to explain the current situation. Eric had claimed he hadn't given Rose anything as a gift, and the servant, who had swept the vanity table at Eric's command, had taken out the cream she'd applied and brought it back. Doana's head grew cold.
‘...This fucking bitch!’
Clearly, that vixen Rose was jealous of her and had destroyed the evidence, causing her to suffer like this. Doana was so angry at Rose that tears welled up in her eyes.
“Sigh... Count.”
She glared at Eric and spoke with difficulty.
"I think Rose is the culprit. She must have lured me in on purpose to get my skin like this!"
"What...?"
Doana's actions, accusing her of being the culprit despite his innocence, were enough to make her shiver. Eric, perhaps believing Doana's words were credible, glared sharply at Rose. Rose, fearing she might actually be framed as the culprit, quickly opened her mouth. Just as she was about to refute Doana, the butler, Gwen, appeared. Gwen blocked Rose's path and addressed Doana, saying.
“There’s no way a lady would do that, Count.”
He continued speaking in a very calm voice.
"I just finished checking with Jane, the maid in charge of Madam. She said there was no such thing as a red bottle of cream. Not only Jane, but all the other maids also gave the same testimony."
“It was a gift that arrived today! So, how could the other maids not know about it?”
Doana nodded weakly at Eric's words. But that was only for a moment, as her eyes flashed with a ferocious glare.
“... Rose, did you really throw it away?”
She glared at Rose with a sharp gaze.
“Throw it away, what?”
“I mean, those cosmetics! The ones in the red bottles!”
“I don’t have any red bottle cosmetics.”
Rose frowned and answered Doana's words.
“You clearly left those cosmetics on your room floor. Why are you pretending not to notice?”
Doana, who wanted to spit out a curse, tried to suppress her anger and glared at Rose. At that moment, a spark of suspicion began to bloom in Doana's mind.
'Could it be... that this was a trap set by Rose from the beginning? She knew I was having sex with her husband, so she put that toxic cream on my vanity?'
No matter how much she thought about it, there was no other way to explain the current situation. Eric had claimed he hadn't given Rose anything as a gift, and the servant, who had swept the vanity table at Eric's command, had taken out the cream she'd applied and brought it back. Doana's head grew cold.
‘...This fucking bitch!’
Clearly, that vixen Rose was jealous of her and had destroyed the evidence, causing her to suffer like this. Doana was so angry at Rose that tears welled up in her eyes.
“Sigh... Count.”
She glared at Eric and spoke with difficulty.
"I think Rose is the culprit. She must have lured me in on purpose to get my skin like this!"
"What...?"
Doana's actions, accusing her of being the culprit despite his innocence, were enough to make her shiver. Eric, perhaps believing Doana's words were credible, glared sharply at Rose. Rose, fearing she might actually be framed as the culprit, quickly opened her mouth. Just as she was about to refute Doana, the butler, Gwen, appeared. Gwen blocked Rose's path and addressed Doana, saying.
“There’s no way a lady would do that, Count.”
He continued speaking in a very calm voice.
"I just finished checking with Jane, the maid in charge of Madam. She said there was no such thing as a red bottle of cream. Not only Jane, but all the other maids also gave the same testimony."
“It was a gift that arrived today! So, how could the other maids not know about it?”
“I searched Madam's room, but I didn’t find the red bottle, Doana.”
Gwen looked at Doana pitifully as she argued with him.
"I really wonder if your face changed so much after using the Countess's cosmetics. It's ridiculous that a mere maid would dare steal the Countess's cosmetics."
Doana bit her lower lip at Gwen's blatant attack. It would be nice if Eric stepped in, but...
“First, I’ll go and find out how things are going.”
He left the room without even bothering to stay by her side. With Eric gone, Doana was left alone in the room. Doana simply glared at Rose with a fierce gaze. Gwen couldn't stand the sight of Doana glaring at Rose with such an arrogant gaze. He didn't want to do this to someone who was sick...
"Madam, I'll take care of the rest. You must be tired. Why don't you go and rest?"
“...Right.”
Rose didn't want to be in the same room with Doana for too long. And with that foolish woman who framed her as the culprit... Gwen winked at the maid next to Rose, signaling her to leave. With Rose and the maid gone, Doana and Gwen were left alone in the room. Doana had to endure all sorts of insults from the butler.
“Doana, can you please do it in moderation?”
"What did I do to deserve this? Can't you see? I'm the victim."
"Victim? No matter how I think about it, you're the perpetrator. You act friendly to the lady, but behind her back, you're scheming with the Count. You don't even know your place. You don't think you, a mere maid, can displace the Countess, do you?"
Gwen looked at Doana pitifully as she argued with him.
"I really wonder if your face changed so much after using the Countess's cosmetics. It's ridiculous that a mere maid would dare steal the Countess's cosmetics."
Doana bit her lower lip at Gwen's blatant attack. It would be nice if Eric stepped in, but...
“First, I’ll go and find out how things are going.”
He left the room without even bothering to stay by her side. With Eric gone, Doana was left alone in the room. Doana simply glared at Rose with a fierce gaze. Gwen couldn't stand the sight of Doana glaring at Rose with such an arrogant gaze. He didn't want to do this to someone who was sick...
"Madam, I'll take care of the rest. You must be tired. Why don't you go and rest?"
“...Right.”
Rose didn't want to be in the same room with Doana for too long. And with that foolish woman who framed her as the culprit... Gwen winked at the maid next to Rose, signaling her to leave. With Rose and the maid gone, Doana and Gwen were left alone in the room. Doana had to endure all sorts of insults from the butler.
“Doana, can you please do it in moderation?”
"What did I do to deserve this? Can't you see? I'm the victim."
"Victim? No matter how I think about it, you're the perpetrator. You act friendly to the lady, but behind her back, you're scheming with the Count. You don't even know your place. You don't think you, a mere maid, can displace the Countess, do you?"
"Why are we talking about that now? I'm talking about the accident I had today."
“If you hadn’t entered that room without permission and touched that thing without permission, wouldn’t this have happened?”
He looked at Doana with cold eyes and said one more thing.
“Why did you steal that dress that doesn’t even suit you?”
Every word the butler spoke was humiliating. She couldn't bear the sight of a lowly old man daring to scold her, the future countess.
‘...Do you think I can just sit still after being treated like this?!’
Doana, who was deeply shaken by the butler, gritted her teeth. She vowed to drive out the butler who had ignored her. And the next day, Doana immediately put her plan into action. The entire mansion shook with Doana's single word.
“Huh, huff. Really. The butler... dragged me away last night...”
Doana squeezed her eyes shut, as if unable to speak fully, and her words trailed off into tears. She tearfully pleaded that the butler had assaulted her. Ironically, however, not a single member of the Count's household believed her.
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