Aria, who opened the door and took out the well-hidden box inside, put the box on the table.
'My benefactor, savior of my life.'
When she opened the lid and touched the hourglass, she felt a little relieved.
'It's all right.'
That stupid woman who'd been decapitated in the past was no more. There was only a pioneer, who would kill the demons that would later kill her.
While she comforted herself for a moment, she heard Jessie's voice, followed by a careful knock on the door.
"Miss, I have someone ready to deliver the goods."
"Really? Come in. You prepared everything earlier than I thought."
The letter was not ready, so she took out the paper the owner of the jewelry shop enclosed with the brooches. There were as many as five sheets of paper in the case. Fortunately, without making any mistakes, Aria only used one of them. She briefly expressed her gratitude without writing anything profound.
[Oscar Frederik,
I don't know what to say for your gift of thanks for my handkerchief.
This is a small token of sincerity, so please accept it.
Aria Roscent.』
She wrote it all down briefly. The brooch was being sent by a poor young lady in plain clothes, so he would surely respond without accepting it.
"How's the handwriting?"
"You wrote it in a kind and beautiful style."
'When did she even practice handwriting like that?' Jessie's eyes widened because she hadn't seen Aria writing anything down before or practicing.
Her handwriting had become naturally calibrated as she had grown older, and it eventually became quite worthy to see. Of course, that meant that her handwriting was better than those of the young ladies of her age. It was still clumsy and sloppy when compared to adults, and that was when she remembered that she had always had someone to help her or to write for her as a ghostwriter
'It'll be weird if my calligraphy is too good.'
Aria contentedly ordered the envelope to be sealed.
"Please, deliver it with the gift."
"Yes, miss."
Jessie organized what was on the table and sealed the written letter in an envelope. She carefully packed the box with the gift so as to prevent it from being twisted or broken, and stamped the seal of the Roscents on the lid to announce the sender.
It was not a fancy package, so it would be seen as a simple and neat gift. Unlike the present he had sent, it was also small in size. No one would expect a very expensive brooch to be inside that package.
"Tell him to deliver it as soon as possible."
"Yes, miss."
That way, she would be able to see Mielle's distorted face as soon as possible.
Jessie left the room, and Aria pulled the hourglass out of the box. The thing was the size of her palm, and she wanted to see if it was OK.
It was perfect, without a grain of dust on it, thanks to the fact that she completely hid it in a box that no one could touch. Aria turned the hourglass over and put it on the table to make sure the sand was falling through well.
Then, the grains of sand, glistening as finely as snow, fell gently down. When she found out that the hourglass was operating safely, Aria was a little relieved and leaned against the back of the chair, breathing out a small sigh.
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The villainess reverses the hourglass
FantasyAria's mother is a prostitute and marries a count, and Aria suddenly rises to fame as the daughter of the Roscent Family. Aria lives a life of luxury, but is killed by a plot by her sister, Mielle. She dies amidst the cold stares and jeers from thos...