Reincarnated as a villainess: Tilsim Bertarini's revenge

reborn

The spring rain seemed to be endless, raining incessantly.

The stove fire is burning vigorously, the lid of the medicine jar boiling on top is water gas upward, and you can hear the "goo goo goo" sound.

The girl sat in front of the mirror. A pair of almond eyes, black and moist, is a pretty girl, but also nothing but pretty.

The smell of grease and powder lingers around, I shrugged his nose and couldn't help but sneeze.

The mirror was immediately covered with a layer of white frost by the exhaled hot air, along with the face also became unclear, I had a momentary trance, as if back to the moment when the first time to remove my mage robe, is also the same sitting in front of the mirror, looking at the mirror woman-like self, as if in a different world.

I drowned in the pond, but when I woke up, I was Tilsit. Not Tilsim Bertarini, the sister of today's Thunder princess, nor the wife of Axel Romanova. Instead, it was the owner of this dilapidated hut, the eldest daughter of the unheard military officer lieutenant.

"Tilsim, why don't you say anything when you wake up?" Accompanied by a voice from outside, the door curtain was lifted.

It was a middle-aged man with a full beard, dark skin, and a tall figure like an awkward bear, with a smile on his face with a hint of careful ingratiation. Seeing no one in the house, he called out, " Anna, where is Anna?"

"Anna has gone to pick herbs," I said softly and coldly.

The man scratched his head and said, "Oh, then dad will pour the medicine for you."

The white porcelain medicine bowl was not as big as his hand, and he knew this, so he poured it with extra care, filling the room with the fresh, bitter smell of the herbs. I looked at the plum blossoms on the side of the medicine bowl, and my gaze moved to the man's face, which is my father.

The word father is foreign to me.

Her biological father should be the master of Bertarini. Still, because I was carrying the identity of Eilidh Bertarini, I could only call him my uncle. And my adoptive father is actually my eldest uncle.

The relationship between my adoptive father and me, which was not very close, dropped to a freezing point at one point when I first proposed to learn electric magic. Only when I achieved merit and received a commendation from the emperor...did our relationship begin to warm up? Over the years, although my so-called parents did not give me less food and care, I did not quite understand what they were thinking. When I was young, I thought it was because I was not their biological daughter. But my biological parents were indifferent to me.

He had already poured the medicine into a bowl, carefully fished up a little residue floating on the water, then blew gently and brought it to her, feeding me the medicine.

I took the medicine bowl and said, "I'll do it myself."

The man withdrew his hand. "Okay."

The soup emitted curling heat, and I hesitantly looked at the medicine bowl in front of me as I thought of what my dear sister had said before I died.

"This bowl of herbs that poisoned your blindness was delivered by your clan elders themselves!"

I thought again of the cup of hot tea served by my maid. Who knows if what others bring up comes with an evil purpose?

When he saw my hesitation to drink it, he thought the medicine was too bitter, so he smiled and coaxed me, " this medicine is not bitter. Just drink it and you will be fine."

I no longer hesitated, did not wait for him to continue talking, put my lips to the edge of the bowl, tilted my head, and poured medicine into it.

"Wait ......" He is too late to speak. I already put the empty bowl on the table before he spat out the rest of the words in his mouth." Hot ...... "

"It's not hot," I replied softly.

He did not know what to say, mumbled a few times, and softly instructed." Then you rest well, do not run around. Dad need to go for work." The empty bowl was taken away together.

In the end, I was still not used to interacting with people in such proximity, especially as a young girl who was pampered and ...spoiled?

The maidservant, Anna, has yet to return, and my monthly allowance is not much. As a lieutenant, he is only a military official with no real power, and his income is pitifully small. The people in this house are supported by his work alone. He can only afford one maid. The rest of his income probably turned into my piled-up skin care products and makeup on my table.

I stood up and walked to the door.

This body is soft as white jade, fragrant and tender, utterly foreign to me. There is no power to protect me. But a pair of eyes, clean and bright, can let me see the long lost.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind, and I turned my head, and the young man standing in front of me was unloading the firewood bundled on his shoulders.

The young man is not very old, similar to my age. To facilitate work, he is wearing a green cloth waist-loop jacket under the same color pants, legs tied with white cloth strips. His chin is slightly narrower and more robust, looks determined, stubborn, and arrogant.

This is my younger brother,Ben.

For the last few days, I have been lying in bed. Ben came a few times, but only to bring water to the stove and did not say a word to me. The relationship between the two siblings seems like it could be better, but ...... I look at Ben's crude and ill-fitting cloth and then look at my green satin-laced dress, slightly surprised.

In this patriarchal society, women are paving the way for men, as if men are the world's center. However, in this family, it is different. It seems that this biological young son is 'adapted.' All the best things went to me.... why is this?

I blocked in front of Ben and did not move a step. Ben piles the firewood on the eaves and begins to chop wood.

This family is impoverished, the only servant is a maid, and the son is doing the servant's work.

The pile of firewood is in front of me. Ben chopped twice and frowned slightly, "Excuse me, you're blocking my way."

Not even a "sister" is called.

He could not help but raise his head and meet my severe gaze.

I said, "You can not chop wood like this, it is not okay."