TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 63

Testing and Trial, Part IV

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

After complimenting Aria, her lips curled up a little as she realized she had not inherited such beauty.

Aria picked up a macaron. Its destination was in front of Annie's lips. Annie's eyes were wide open.

"You were so pretty today, too. Do you have any idea how cute you were today?"

"... really?"

"Well, if you were ugly, I wouldn't take you there. Did you forget the young ladies that complimented you?"

Annie's face turned red.

'Yeah, you have to yearn more and more. Be proud and arrogant beyond self-confidence. Fill the mansion with dumb people like you, so that Mielle can't do anything.'

"What if I take you to a meeting where young men are?"

The macaron rubbed on Annie's lips and left a stain on it. The purple powder left in place of the macaron dyed Annie's lips. Slowly lowering her eyes, Annie's eyes blushed at the murmur of Aria, 'Wouldn't they want to steal your cute lips?' Annie was so cute when she moved her sweet butt.

"I think it'll be as sweet as this macaron.... what do you think?"

A little force at her fingertips pushed the macaron in, and half of it went into Annie's mouth. Her eyes dimmed with the purple macaron, and she blushed.

Aria, who stroked her cheek once, held a dark temptation like a wicked woman who had been decapitated and died.

"I trust you will do a good job until then, Annie."

As long as he moved as Aria wanted, her rise in status was not a dream that could not be achieved. No, it might be very easy because there was the hourglass that could give her back her time.

Annie, who cut the macaron, nodded with a bewitching face.

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Sarah seemed to be in contact with the Marquis of Vincent quite often.

'Who said that she was busy with work?'

Aria could tell what was going on without looking at them. The marquis fell in love with Sarah.

Sarah was also very fond of him, who was caring for her and showed unleashing interest in her. So she asked Aria for advice, including a recent report, whenever she had a class. It was strange to ask for help from Aria who was four years younger than her, but it was so helpful that her face brightened with each passing day.

"... I don't know if I can really do that."

"Of course, you can. Sarah's hands are so warm. When I hold your hand like this, it feels like I'm holding my mom's hand."

After two walks by the lake, she said she was worried about the cold hands of the Marquis of Vincent. Ordinary young ladies would have given gloves as gifts, but Aria recommended that she hold his hand tightly and share her warmth with him.

'Who doesn't like it when a man's favorite woman is holding his hand?'

It was even more so for a casual man such as the Marquis of Vincent, who had stayed away from women. It was clear that the heat from her hand would penetrate his heart and paralyze his rational thinking.

"Everything Lady Aria said was right, so I'll try it again."

"Thank you for believing, Sarah."

"Now winter is coming to an end, but... may I prepare gloves for him, too?"