s any intelligence.”

 

“Ah…”

 

My mother stared at me with a curious and worried expression.

 

“What is it?”

 

“It's just.
You’re correct.
You're not the same as you were seven years ago.
You've grown up so fast.
I always knew you were smart, but to think you're so clever now.….
I'm just amazed.”

 

“Hmm.
Really? I've buried myself in books for the past 7 years, so I guess my brain works well.
Well I ought to go attend to my business.….
Oh!”

 

As I was about to turn around, I suddenly remembered something.
I caught my mother before she re-entered the drawing room.

 

“What is it?”

 

“A moment ago, I overheard something.
Mother, is it true you're interested in investing?”

 

“Oh, my! Did you hear that? Indeed, the lawyer is a very famous person in the area and the Countess went to great lengths to invite him.
As for me.
I don't have a lot of money, while they are all prestigious noble wives, I am only here as a courtesy.”

 

“Hmm.
Really? I've never heard of Sorbonne wine.
Well you should carefully consider it first, and not invest immediately.”

 

“What?”

 

“Well.
Because we don't know much.
So carefully consider the details first.
You can take your time before making a decision.”

 

“But there is a lot of potential left for profit, and those who invest in advance will profit the most……”

 

“We are not a House without means.
Even though aristocratic wives are given the freedom to make investments it is best to look into it more first.
So please, discuss it with me before you decide.
Please.”

 

I said seriously, looking into my mother's round eyes.

 

“Uh…yes…… Of course.
But, where are you going?”

 

“I'm going to beg someone.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“Well, I'm not begging per se.
It's just…
how do I explain this? Oh! I'm going to make them an offer.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

 

“Something like that.
I'll be back.”

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***

 

Bernard grumbled the whole way.
The grumbling didn't stop the whole carriage ride.
Perhaps he didn't like escorting a woman.

 

“…This is pathetic, truly wretched.
Some men go forth and distinguish themselves on the battlefield…
Some men, ha ha…”

 

“How long until we get there?”

 

“30 minutes.
Uh.… Perhaps I should take the Imperial Palace Guard Examination….”

 

He answered bluntly then continued speaking to himself as if I wasn’t able to hear him.

 

“Did you bring your axe?”

 

“Yes….
Let's see.
At least that's a little bit more honourable….

 

Again, he answered sourly, and mumbled to himself as if I wasn’t there.

 

“Do we still have a long way to go?”

 

“About 25 minutes….
The next exam is in three months….”

 

Crack.
Something in my head snapped with a cracking sound.

 

Oh no, this was not going to work.

 

I tightly pulled the handle on the inside of the carriage.

 

“Stop! Hey, stop!”

 

There was a whirring noise and the carriage came to a standstill.
Bernard trudged forward on horseback regardless, so absorbed in his grumbling he was unaware that the carriage had halted.

 

Seriously!

 

“Bernard!”

 

“Huh? Miss.
Why have you stopped?”

 

“Are you asking because you honestly don't know?”

 

People passing by the carriage stopped and stared at the sound of my raised voice.

 

“Oh, why?”

 

Oh, why?….
Oh why???

 

Bernard stopped, not coming back towards the carriage, and shrugged his shoulders arrogantly.

 

“Shall I go to you? Or will you come to me?”

 

When it appeared I was earnestly about to get out of the carriage, he must have been more bothered by it because he pulled on the reins of his horse and trudged back to me.

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“Why are you doing this, Lady?”

 

“Are you really asking because you don’t know?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Wow.
This enormous man, who was strong enough to strangle a cow with his bare hands, was so distracted that he might as well have his head stuck up said cow's ass.

 

“What's the problem?”

 

“……”

 

Sulking, he refused to talk.

 

“What is your problem? Why do you keep complaining?”

 

“……”

 

Again, his expression turned surly.

 

“Seriously! The only thing I’ve eaten today is two chocolate cookies.
I'm dying of low blood sugar here! How long are you going to keep doing this? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Do you want me to throw a fit or swear at you like last time?!”

 

It had been…
Hadn't it been less than a week since we started training together?

 

Bernard was being so sarcastic and half hearted.
I wondered whether he would stop treating our training as important when the elm sap medicine started working.

 

I suddenly realized what was going on.

 

This bastard was trying to get rid of me.
He was hoping I would release him myself.
So I took the most appropriate course of action.

 

Shouting loudly, I lunged forward, starting a hand-to-hand battle.
I went for his neck, grasping onto his limbs and biting.

 

I kicked, grabbed him by the nape of his neck, and ripped at his hair.
Since he was a knight, he tried his best to knock me down without hurting me.
He tried everything he could to pull me away from him.
It wasn't easy to get rid of me since I was determined to fight like crazy.**

 

Eventually, when he made a sound of surrender, I let go.

 

As if my words had finally gotten through, Bernard's eyes widened and his mouth opened.
His voice was still full of dissatisfaction.

 

“That's not it! I'm just training you.
I didn't say I was going to accompany you outside and escort you!”

 

Oh god, this man was so rigid.

 

“When I asked you to become my knight, of course escort duties were included! What's your problem now?”

 

—–

Editor’s Note:

Victoria in the novel is actually way worse than her manhwa counterpart in my opinion.
The levels of condescension are insane.
Meanwhile, Tara’s internal monologue is so much more blistering in the novel.
I was cackling at a lot of the things she was saying about Victoria in her head, not to mention that line about the cow and Bernard! As for Bernard and Tara… well obviously they need a little work when it comes to cooperating with one another.

 

This chapter overall was a nightmare and a half for some reason.
I blame Victoria…

 

* This is not important to understand the story at all, but I need the world to know that one of the original translations of this sentence was “Rest in peace, ma'am.
I'll refrain from putting shit on my face.” (in this case ‘face’ is referring to the family honour but it sure does not sound that way).
This was just too good not to include.

 

** These two paragraphs about Tara fighting Bernard were complete jumbled nonsense.
So take the details of this entire brawl between Tara and Bernard with a huge grain of salt.

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