Reborn as a Corrupt Noble

Chapter 2

"Ah!"

The maid hesitantly turned toward the Young Lady of House Oberelle, who is now 5 years old. She stared at her master with wide open eyes as she kneeled, a red, visible handprint on her face.

Yes, that's right. Rosie had slapped a maid, and she wasn't Annie! Everything had happened so fast, that even Rosie was shocked. Truly, slapping someone had become her subconscious action, perhaps because power had gone to her head.

So, what happened was this random maid, who Rosie had forgotten the name of, was carrying soup on a tray. She happened to meet Rosie in one of the countless hallways. She also happened to slip in front of her, and just so happened to bump into her, spilling the hot soup on her new dress.

By this point, as the whole manor knows, Rosie valued luxury. Since she was only 5, her clothes are managed and bought by her nanny. But Annie, being wrong in the head (according to Rosie) had only bought ugly pink dresses that are both expensive and blinding to the eyes, without taste at all. Rosie finally got her to buy a pretty one after multiple tries of eloquent persuasion and description.

It was creamy in color, with nice puffy frills and light flowers. It was elegant, but also suited her child body. It didn't help much with her ugliness problem since her face was not obscured, but again, she didn't care about that. She couldn't see her face unless she looked in the mirror, anyways. On the other hand, she could play with the pretty and soft frills of her dress anytime.

That was, until her dress was soiled. The hot, smelly soup also hurt her skin, but she was not as perturbed about that as the dress. The soup just so happened to be tomato soup, its red color contrasting with the light fabric. With one look she could tell that her dress was unsalvageable.

In her rage, she mustered all her energy into slapping the one who caused this tragedy.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

"N-no! I didn't mean to, Lady Roselyn!"

Rosie didn't care whether she did it purposefully or not; just the thought of someone disrespecting her like this sent her close to the edge of madness.

"Don't show your face in front of me again."

"Y-yes, Lady Roselyn!"

The flustered maid ran away after picking up the fallen tray. Annie watched this scene unfold in shock, not moving a muscle. Although Rosie was rude to her, she had never hit her.

Glancing at the dazed maid, Rosie clicked her tongue.

"What are you waiting for? Get a new dress ready before I reach my room!"

Annie was still standing blankly, before sounding out an 'ah' and hurriedly leaving. She can't be blamed, as many would be shocked after seeing such a scene. No one could imagine that a young girl at the age of 5 could have such a sharp tongue! Although her voice was extremely high pitched and childish, it could not hide the powerful and authoritative tone of a noble. It could be said that she was born to be someone in power.

On the other hand, Rosie slowly trotted back to her bedroom, her hand slightly twitching from the sensation of the sudden impact. Her mind was also full on digesting what had just taken place.

How can slapping someone feel so good?!

Rosie felt good after slapping someone, especially someone who she genuinely hates. It was as if she broke past some limit, some restraint. It felt like she no longer have to abide by previous, absolute rules. She was free!

I have never felt this way before...

She would show those around her an unquelled rage accumulated from two lifetimes!