The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today

‘Is he talking about Ollie?’

I suddenly thought of Ollie.

Ollie was called ‘Miss’ in the mansion, but when she went outside, she was called ‘Princess’.

It felt a little strange that the title that used to be called for myself before marriage has now become a reference to Ollie.

“What is the Princess doing now?”

“Sleeping.”

I answered immediately without a hitch because I was lost in thought.

Come to think of it, the sleeping face of our Ollie is pretty too.

Not only that. Whenever she came to the bedroom hugging a pillow and asking if she could sleep together, how lovely that appearance was.

Although it inevitably interrupts for a couple's long nights, that's fine. Because it’s Ollie.

Sigh, Ollie.

I don't know who gave birth to her and raised her, but she’s so pretty. Lovely from head to toe.

Perfect Ollie. I want to see Ollie.

“Do you mean the Princess is still sleeping yet?”

“Yes.”

“……Isn't it late?”

I stopped imagining Ollie to my heart's content, in Irdan's babbling voice.

“Late?”

“I think it's past the right time to wake up.”

“Ollie is five years old.”

You can't compare her to someone who's about 35 years old.

Well, maybe he’s age less than that. Anyway.

“A child sleeps a lot.”

Especially, Ollie needs a lot of sleep. She’s been running around all day.

My judgment is that she can fill half of her day with sleep. Yeah, that's fine. Ollie can do that, matter what.

But my answer has made Irdan silent for a while. I took my eyes off the flower bed and glanced at him.

‘…….?’

What kind of expression is that?

I think he thinks my answer is unexpected, and I think he’s worried about something.

Wait, is that also the daughter in-law’s virtue?

Among the virtues, was it like ‘child disciplined’?

But I don't intend to change the answer either. Ollie should sleep as much as she wants.

Thinking so, Irdan's words finally fell.

“Today…….”

“……..”

“If you don't mind, I'd like to join you for a meal. Can I get an invitation to the dinner?”

Is this what he means by joining the dinner?

As the daughter-in-law, he wants to see how well-equipped my table manners are?

The answer was set.

I'm a real gentlewoman, but I said to the man with a mother-in-law gaze.

“No.”

***

Although I said that…… I couldn't kick him out of the restaurant while he was staying as a guest, so Irdan ate with us.

Here with us. Me, Ash, and Ollie.

“Ollie, don't you like carrots?”

“………Of course I like it.”

“But why don’t you eat it and leave it to the side like this?”

“I like it, so I'll save it and eat it later.”

Lie.

Anyway, the excuses that children make while leaving vegetables are all the same.

Ollie is surprisingly precocious and only like an ordinary child at times like this.

“Cute.”

The corners of my mouth twitched. Ollie, who is picky, is cute. Too cute.

But Ollie still has to eat carrots. It's good for her health. She can do whatever she wants, but she has to eat carrots.

I chopped the boiled carrots into small pieces and mixed them into Ollie's favourite meat.

Ollie stared at the carrot pieces mixed with the meat for a while, then bravely ate them by dipping the meat with a fork like a general who killed the enemy.

“That’s right.”

She’s eating well.

I watched Ollie munch her food with her dainty cheeks delightedly.

If a large piece is put on the inside of the meal and forces her to swallow it, it will be a big problem. Next time, I'm going to cut it little by little.

By the way, why do all these aged children hate carrots?

Do children normally have hormones that hate carrots and spinach in their body around the age of 4 till 7?

I was thinking about the two major mountains of food that children hated, then Ash put grilled fish on my plate.

I skillfully split it in half, ate half myself, and put half into Ollie’s mouth.

Now that I'm doing that, I can suddenly feel the gaze.

As I raised my head, I saw Irdan Magzier staring at this side with a subtle expression with his hand stopped.

I don't know since when he’s been like that, but I can see that the dishes on his plate have barely touched.

“Does the food not suit your taste?”

Irdan replied as if he had come to his senses.

“No, the food tastes great. The chef is really skilled.”

“The chef will be pleased to hear that.”

Before that, it would be better to touch the food on the plate, which is practically the same as before.

Irdan moved the knife, which had stopped noticing it late, and began slicing the meat hard.

I gave him a fresh look for a moment.

Contrary to my worries, Irdan Magzier was quiet throughout the meal.

It was the same until the main dish was over.

I was also nervous about what kind of test for the daughter-in-law’s virtue would come out, which is surprising.

“Ollie, would you like an orange for dessert? Or grapes?

“What about you, Mother?”

“Mother will have what Ollie likes.”

“Ollie wants to eat what Mother likes…….”

“Ollie!”

I gave Ollie a big hug instead of eating.

By the time the chef had both oranges and grapes for dessert, I had completely forgotten the existence of the quiet Irdan.

So, of course, I couldn't confirm what Irdan's face was like when I grabbed Ollie and kissed her on her soft cheek.

***

Even after that, Irdan appeared around me at any time.

‘May I ask what you're going to do now?’

He asked me that question very often, and I usually answered it.

‘I have to get a new nanny for the princess, so I'm going to interview some people.’

‘I need to go to the study to choose a book for the princess before going to bed.’

‘Princess has dessert she wants, so I’m going to tell the chef.’

Of course, the Princess means Ollie.

And among the answers, there have often been answers like  ‘go to my husband'.

Irdan always backed down without a word after hearing the answer from me.

There was no such thing as pestering along the way or prying into anything else.

‘What the hell are you thinking?'

I can't guess what Irdan is thinking.

It's the same now.

“Good afternoon, Duchess. Where are you going now?”

I was walking down the hall with Bessie with a basket when I ran into Irdan.

It was annoying, but I was getting used to it. I spoke comfortably.

“I'm going out in the garden.”

“Garden?”

“It's a nice day, so I thought I'd have a snack with Ollie.”

But Irdan, who usually nodded here and was stepping down, asked for some reason today.

“May I join you?”

“……?”

All of a sudden?

I looked wonderfully at Irdan's blunt face.

There is still no change in his expression.

“I don't mind it, but…… I don't have any snacks to offer.”

“That's fine.”

I joked lightly and headed for the garden with Irdan on.

‘How long is it left?'

The day Irdan stays here.

It's been four days, so will it be over in three days?

‘I must ask him then.’

Why did he look at me with those mother-in-law's gaze, and what is the meaning of the actions he had shown so far?

“Mother!”

“Ollie.”

I searched the garden with Ollie for a place with moderate sunlight and shade of trees.

I laid a rug and took out a snack and chatted.

Then Ollie, who had already begun to doze off, fell asleep with a handkerchief.

Bessie said she would bring a blanket and left.

I watched Ollie take a nap silently. Then Irdan spoke.

“What do you have in mind?”

Now you're asking me everything. I was embarrassed and sighing, but I simply answered.

He’s going to leave in three days anyway.

“I think I'm happy.”

“Happy?”

“If you're watching someone you love, that's what anyone would think.”

“…….is that so.”

“Isn't Duke Magzier like that too? Even if you're not having a child, there must be someone you love.”

Irdan Magzier did not deny nor affirm it.

I wasn't really trying to hear the answer either.

How much longer have I stayed still like that? Ollie rubbed her eyes half awake and raised her head.

“Mother……?”

“Yes, Ollie. Mom's here.”

Perhaps because she just woke up from her sleep, her approaching step was at stake.

Sure enough, Ollie tripped while walking.

I quickly reached the point where Ollie fell.

Fortunately, Ollie sat down on the ground safely using my hands as a cushion.

“…….Ollie, are you okay?”

“Mother, I had a dream.”

“What dream?”

I raised Ollie’s upper body from her fall and immediately held her in my arms.

I held Ollie in my arms and patted my right hand behind her back.

What was there in the place where Ollie fell? Is there a piece of glass?

I don't know why I didn't see it earlier that there’s something like that. Maybe, I didn't find it because it was too small.

‘Thank God.'

It was fortunate that my hands were fast.

My palms were bitter, but I didn't think it would be a big wound because the pieces were small.

While stroking Ollie's head with my left hand with ease, I looked up because I felt a gaze.

Irdan's face, looking this way without budging, was completely hardened.

***

The cut on the palm of my hand was really small.

So I tried to hide it well, but the attempt went up in smoke and eventually got caught by Ash.

Ash called in the priest and wizard without a word, and my wound healed as if it had never been there.

And a massive sweep of the garden was done.

‘Whether that's cleaning or construction.'

The next day, I was watching the garden turn upside down through the hallway window when Irdan appeared.

“I'm watching the garden be cleaned.”

I answered in advance in anticipation of him asking what I was doing, but Irdan said something unexpected.

“I will leave.”