I am a Duchess who has Rewound Nine Times, but my Tenth Life Seems to be a Reward Mode Translation

18. Second Go! (2)

by Antoinette Vanessa

At the end of Stila’s afternoon lesson, Ally received a call from the Muscle Special Squadron. It seemed that they would be holding the ‘Society to Avert the Crisis of Our Kingdom’s’ second meeting. It would be their second meeting there, ever since they had returned from the mountain.

“The tea Ally brewed is delicious.”

While sipping from the delicate, white, porcelain cup, Maximilian showed a deep smile.

The entire time, Ally was thinking—is it just me or does the cup seem to be shrinking inside his hand? When she heard that line, she recalled that in her previous nine lives, he said the exact same thing, only with different name!

Don’t make me rehash the Maximilian of my previous nine lives… I wish you would stop.

Not to mention, his favorite foods, his habit of squeezing his neck when he was troubled, the way he beautifully pronounced things, the way his little finger always stood when holding the cup… they were all the same.

Every time she started having those unnecessary flashbacks, she would take a glimpse at the current Maximilian and all was right with the world again—after all, the beautiful, slender, youth named Maximilian was there no longer.

“Fun, Ally, could you stop staring at me with such a fervent gaze?”

“No, you misunderstand.”

Ally exhaled deeply.

It was just her way of regaining her sanity after what happened with Maximilian in her previous nine lives!

The way the four muscle devas’ stared at her—which was warmly, annoyed her to no end.

Surprisingly, those four muscle devas’ fiancées stayed consistent with her previous nine lives. They were Ally’s former friends—Marilyn, Carol, Carrie, and Linda. In her previous lives, all of them suffered tragic fates after Saint Mia stole their respective fiancés.

The four muscle devas turned their gazes to Maximilian and Ally—it was obvious from their gazes that not only were they insinuating their Master still didn’t have a fiancée, they were also matchmaking Maximilian with her! Those eyes were clearly beaming with the words, ‘C’mon, you guys, just go out already!’

Ally immediately shot down such notions.

That can’t happen, the reasons are because of what’ve happened in my previous lives, and our huge difference in status… also, to put it bluntly, I hate the idea!

“Alright, Stila, we’ve prepared a lot of delicious sweets! Eat aplenty until your stomach is full!”

“Yay~! I love you, Older Brother~!”

Stila was probably the only one in the royal family who could withstand Maximilian’s exuberance. She climbed up his muscles and sat down on his knee.

Maximilian was quite pleased. After all, whenever he summoned for Ally, Stila would automatically follow her from behind.

Ally’s gaze wandered around Maximilian’s private drawing room, which also served as the meeting room. She didn’t really want to enter that room. Back when she was still a duchess, she indeed had been invited several times to that exact room.

However, even though it was the same room, the furniture had completely changed.

Of course, it was also due to the previous delicate furniture breaking from the current width and weight of the Muscle Special Squadron.

It was a very helpful change that also kept her from being pervaded by sentimental feelings.

It seems that I will need to buy replacement white porcelain cups soon… considering their grip strength, I think a copper pot with a handle will be perfect.

Inside the West Wing full of men, was one young maiden.

It would be nice if they treated her like a mere, forgettable, servant—but, they were treating her like some kind of older sister in a delinquent group (anego), instead…

…I’m seriously quite baffled.

In all honesty, she just wanted to find a new love. That way, she could forget about Maximilian and everything he did to her during her previous nine lives—

—however, it seemed that nothing was going as she hoped…

***T/N:

It seems that I will need to buy replacement white porcelain cups soon… considering their grip strength, I think a copper pot with a handle will be perfect.

At this point, I’m certain Ally isn’t serving them like how a maid would a bunch of aristocrats, but how a maid would a bunch of aristocrats with special needs.

It would be nice if they treated her like a mere, forgettable, servant—but, they were treating her like some kind of older sister in a delinquent group (anego), instead…

DONT MAKE MY PICTURE OF YOU GUYS BEING A GROUP OF PPL FROM 1990S SHOUNEN ANIME BECAME MORE VIVID!

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