The Noble Lady of the Sinking Ship, Disguising her Young Brother as her Son, Stubbornly Survives in the Neighboring Country! – Chapter 26

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔: 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

A refreshing morning

The whirlwind of a day finally came to an end.

Florenci, perhaps tired, is sound asleep beside me.

I was worried if he could cope with the change of environment, but he has an appetite and is sleeping soundly. He is more reliable than I had anticipated.

I cannot seem to fall asleep yet, and have turned over many times.

Maybe my body is reacting to the stress because I was fired up thinking that today, my first day at work, was a decisive one.

When I first met Marchioness, I wondered how things would turn out, but Florenci’s presence saved me.

I never imagined that Marchioness would like Florenci to that extent.

I thought it was just my brother’s fondness that made him look exceptionally cute.

However, I cannot simply rely on Florenci’s ability to be loved. I also have to work hard to be liked.

What I can’t do anything about with my efforts, is the existence of Lord Montyver.

I heard he is a knight belonging to the guards, and a tea-drinking friend of the Marchioness, so I thought he must be in his late thirties even if he is young.

All of my assumptions were off, and Lord Montyver turned out to be a handsome 26-year-old youth.

Who could have imagined that such a person would make advances towards me.

If I wasn’t set as a 25-year-old mother, a married woman, Marchioness would have told me to marry him.

I never dreamed that I would be saved by the setting of being a married woman.

It was the right decision to come to Binemöer as a mother and child.

Nevertheless, I don’t understand any of Lord Montyver’s words and actions.

I understand that he must have seen me as a carefree playmate because I’m a married woman, and our relationship won’t get too deep. . . . . .

A married woman with no aftertaste must be a convenient “friend”.

This was the first time I had been told I was cute by someone of the opposite sex.

My fiancé, Anthony, used to say “You’re not cute at all.” and I remember being described as having a stiff atmosphere.

For someone like him to call me cute, Lord Montyver’s perception might be significantly off.

Thinking up to this point, I came to a sudden realization.

Unconsciously, the “cute” Lord Montyver said seemed to have resonated in my heart.

To be honest, I felt a little happy.

At the same time, I also had a resentment towards the word “cute,” wondering “where?!”

I’ll stop worrying about him.

I just have to think about Florenci.

I have to guide my promising younger brother to a bright path.

While thinking about this, I fell deeply asleep.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Today, I’m making churros in the morning. It’s a staple breakfast in Vulcano.

I heard that the Marchioness usually settles for a single biscuit in the morning, so I thought of churros as something that can be eaten easily.

I stand in the kitchen of the Marquis house, putting on my apron.

The way to make it is not so difficult.

Put a cup of water and a spoonful of salt in a pot and heat it until it boils, and when it starts to bubble, take it off the heat.

Next, put flour in the pot and stir quickly with a whisk. Then, the dough comes together more and more.

Put the well-mixed dough into a piping bag and let it rest for a while.

During that time, pour olive oil into the pot and put it on the fire. Once it’s warm, squeeze the dough from the piping bag into the oil.

The point is to squeeze it out long and thin like a tree branch.

Once it’s fried to a fox color, the traditional Vulcano churros are complete.

What goes with these churros is hot chocolate.

It’s not a thin chocolate made by putting it in milk, but a rich one made by melting chocolate.

It’s probably the most delicious way to eat churros by dipping them in this hot chocolate.

The hot chocolate is poured into a cup with a heat retention spell on it. This way, the chocolate won’t harden.

In Vulcano, if the chocolate hardened, I had to scoop it up with a butter knife. It was very hard to get the thick and heavily hardened chocolate. It seems that I don’t have to go through that trouble here.

It goes without saying that I was grateful for the magic rooted in life.

In addition to churros and hot chocolate, I also prepared boiled eggs, warm vegetable salad, soup, etc. considering the balance of the meal.

Now that breakfast is ready, I flick the threads of Ga-chan, which are stretched all over the mansion, with my fingertips.

This is something I made for communication with Ga-chan, and it can convey my voice.

Ga-chan must be waking up Florenci and getting him changed by now. When I told her that breakfast was ready, a vibration came back to the thread. She must want to say she understood.

I brew a slightly bitter tea and carry it to Marchioness.

When I knock on the bedroom door, I get a response right away.

“Lara, good morning.”

“Good morning.”

She’s already changed and was thinking about having breakfast in the conservatory.

“Um, if it’s not too much trouble, would you like to try the breakfast I made?”

“Breakfast? I’m sorry. I can’t eat things like bread or omelettes that are heavy in the morning.”

“Ah, I thought so, so I made traditional Vulcano churros.”

“Churros?”

“Yes. It’s a crispy fried dough that you dip in warm chocolate. It’s very delicious.”

When I appealed to her to at least take a look, the Marchioness nodded deeply and replied, “If you say so.”

Florenci was already in the dining room, and as soon as he saw Marchioness, he greeted her cheerfully.

“Marchioness, good morning!”

“Yes, good morning.”

Marchioness, who had been frowning since morning, softened her expression as soon as she saw Florenci.

“Marchioness, the churros Okaa-san makes are really delicious.”

“That’s good, I’m looking forward to it.”

Thanks to Florenci, she was moving in the direction of eating.

“Hey, Lara. How do I eat these churros?”

“It’s easy.”

Pick up a churro with your fingertips and scoop up some hot chocolate to eat.

No need for cutlery, it’s a very simple way of eating.

“So that’s how you eat it.”

Marchioness seemed surprised to eat with her hands, but after watching Florenci and me eating, she seemed to make up her mind.

She awkwardly picked up a churro and dipped it in the chocolate to eat.

Then, she widened her eyes.

“Oh, it’s delicious!!”

It seems she liked it.

She usually eats only one biscuit, but she ate five churros.

Not only that, but she also ate boiled eggs, warm vegetable salad, and soup.

“Lara, breakfast at Vulcano was truly splendid.”

“Your flattery is too generous.”

I was overcome with your words of praise.

Since then, the serene days have passed for Marchioness, me, and Florenci.

Whether Marchioness was inspired by the lively Florenci or not, it seemed like her complexion was getting better day by day.

She even became active, and yesterday we went out to stroll in the garden with Florenci.

Rosa says it’s the first time in years to see Marchioness out and about like that.

She secretly told me that when Irma was alive, she used to walk with her almost every day.

It seems to be changing in a good direction, which is more than anything else.

The churros I made seem to have become a favorite, and I’ve been told to make them every three days.

In addition to chocolate, I want to enhance sauces for dipping, such as jam and caramel.

I was relieved that Lord Montyver, whom I was worried about, did not come, but then he visited.

“Hey, Lara!”


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