The Struggle of a Reincarnated Marquisā€™ Daughterā€”Iā€™ll Show you What Iā€™m Capable of! (LN) Translation

1.11 The Struggle of a Reincarnated Marquis Daughter

My motherā€™s dress from when she was still young, an article Liz procured from the storeroom, was made out of a really nice fabric. As a whole, it looked dignified. Although the design was outdated, it could be called classic.

Liz spent a week reworking the simple, elegant, dark blue dress. The collar and the sleeves were changed into something more modern.

ā€œWow, even though itā€™s plain, it looks nice.ā€

Liz nodded, agreeing with my impression.

It was plain, but in terms of color, it wasnā€™t stale, either. No, which one was it?

There was a knock, followed by Kyleā€™s voice.

ā€œStepsister, can I have a moment?ā€

ā€œOh, youā€™ve returned. Alright, come in.ā€

A few days after I had regained my memories of my previous life, Kyle returned to the territory. He should be very busy because via Baldie, I had ordered something to be done in the territory. Despite his frivolous appearance, he was the type to work seriously.

Kyle peeked inside through a small gap in the door. He seemed hesitant over coming inside, so I snorted.

ā€œItā€™s cold outside. Not to mention, dust will get in. Please come in quickly.ā€

The door opened wide. Kyleā€™s eyes, which had been narrowed like a cautious cat, were also wide open.

ā€œH, huh? Are you… my stepsister?ā€

It was as if his soul had been plucked from his body. Well, it had been almost a month. He was understandably astonished because my obesity, which was far above the average, had vanished.

ā€œW, w, whatā€™s with your appearance? Did you finally go crazy?ā€

ā€œIā€™m sorry, could it be, you were trying to say, ā€˜Do you intend to attract Alfredā€™s attention?ā€™ Then please, leave me alone.ā€

Because there was no need for me to stand out, I only wore thin makeup. In the first place, I had been freed of my acne, so there was no need for me to conceal anything.

Or, perhaps, my loose black hair was too plain? Shall I attach an accessory? No, after all, there was no need for me to stand out.

With that in mind, I had Liz comb my hair. That was when I noticed, Kyleā€™s cheeks, which were reflected in the mirror, were strangely flushed.

ā€œDid you catch a cold? The territory is indeed colder, but have you washed your hands properly? Did you remove your rings and bracelets and properly wash them?ā€

Towards the first and the second questions, Kyle shook his head, then nodded. By the way, his face was bright red while his shoulders were tense.

ā€œThe escort from the royal palace has arrived to pick me up. If you have anything to report, make it brief. Have you understood the meaning of, ā€˜lottery ticketā€™?ā€

ā€œO, okay… the lottery… itā€™s a winning voucher. It took me a while to understand it because it is something unheard of. The sales proceeds will then go to constructing schools and hospitals, along with the costs for repairs. I am selling them on a small scale for the time being. I made the lottery open to the public, and properly added some witnesses. I got a lot of moneyā€”more than I expected.ā€

ā€œI see. To prevent addiction, did you properly set an upper limit on purchases? There are many things to considerā€”such as, what to do if a minor wins? Or, prohibiting sale to anyone other than the authorized group.ā€

Well, since it was Kyle, he shouldā€™ve done it.

ā€œStepsister, what kind of luxury do you want to gain with the profit?ā€

ā€œIā€™m depressed, so I asked father for to permission to, ā€˜play as a lordā€™ for a change. Iā€™m getting tired of it, hence why I summoned you here, Kyle. Itā€™s not a big deal to me, so do whatever you want. Iā€™ll tell father that if he starts selling lottery tickets, the situation will shift.ā€

A full-scale tax reform will start after Kyle becomes the lord. For now, I had to do what I could for the lord with lottery sales and the money I had saved.

With Baldie is crazy about hair growth and gymnastics, I have to get him more immersed to keep his eyes off Kyle for a while…

Kyle had a strong jawline, and he had also grown an Adamā€™s apple. Before I knew it, he had grown tall enough that I had to look up. He had become a grown man.

Kyle murmured sullenly.

ā€œ…How did you come up with the lottery?ā€

ā€œHmm? Itā€™s because a certain place in another country recently started one.ā€

Well, to be honest, there was an aunt who loved buy lottery tickets among the patients in my previous life. Together, weā€™d look forward to the winning lottery announcement. After I waved my hand as if to drive away a fly, Kyle silently distorted his expression and dejectedly went out. I was sure he was exhausted from traveling to the territory and back.

By the way, I had a mission called, Tea Party to oversee from there onward. I had to collect information for Sasha without a fail.

ā€œThen, itā€™s time to go. Hey, Liz, can you request for the chef to give Kyle some healthy tea helpful for recovering from fatigue?ā€

ā€œI understand. Please be careful.ā€

I left the room with a smile towards Lizā€™s weathered reply.

In a sense, the future of the Gessel family depended on me. Of course, I was determined to be strong.


***T/N: …WhAt ArE YoU doInG sTEpBro???

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