TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 59

Poor Little Lamb Falls Into The Hands Of A Wicked Woman, Part IX

Translator: Khan

Editor: SootyOwl

Mielle's struggle during the count's absence was to learn embroidery, but there was no way to brag about her hack embroidery work, so Aria was curious about what the hell she was going to do.

"It's a little late, but I've tried to embroider a handkerchief."

Mielle took out the handkerchief, and Emma, who had been waiting behind her, took it to the count. He was seated quite far away, so the handkerchief was not visible to Aria, but considering Mielle's age, the embroidered handkerchief she had made was excellent. The count's satisfied laugh filled the dining hall.

"What great work!"

"Do you like it? I was worried because I'm young."

"I can't believe you are young! It's a lily more beautiful than any other in the world!"

'Is it because the handkerchief was embroidered by his biological daughter?' The count praised Mielle's handkerchief as if it had erased the one Aria had given him last time.

The countess helped, pretending to be surprised, and Lane and Cain also expounded lavish praise on her handkerchief. Aria stared at the handkerchief that came to her through everyone.

'How could you do this?'

Unlike in the past, the embroidery on the handkerchief was pretty good. Mielle had only been able to reach that level before after a few years of practice.

'Don't tell me... Isn't she lying? Wasn't this made by someone else?'

But there was something awkward about the embroidered work, so Aria was sure that it was Mielle who had made the embroidery.

"... Great, Mielle."

'What the hell is going on? How did she suddenly grow that much in skill?'

Mielle was not very good at embroidery, but she was much better at it than in the past. Even if she had spent more time learning it now, shouldn't her fundamental skill level remain unchanged?

Aria couldn't guess why she had suddenly grown.

"Really? I'm so happy... I finally feel what it is to be recognized by you," Mielle said, wrapping her cheeks in her palms.

Aria had become the wicked woman again because Mielle spoke as if Aria had never praised her.

'A bitch like a fox.'

Aria chewed her gums and tried hard to keep her face from shuddering.

Mielle had to know that everyone would praise her even though she was lacking in comparison. Unlike Aria, who was perfect but underrated, Mielle was the daughter of the count.

'So, you were able to put it forth without hesitation, even though it's far inferior to the one I made the other day.'

Unlike the daughter of a vulgar prostitute, Mielle was a noble girl who was loved for whatever she did.

"I'm just glad you gave me that compliment. I've made a few more. It's not much, but I'd like to give them as a gift to celebrate today."

'You showcase your handkerchief in a cowardly manner just like in the past! You must have been desperate to hand Oscar a handkerchief. The count, who would always be happy with it and accept it, is an exception. Who would refuse to receive a handkerchief that was given as a souvenir?'