The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 48

“Why? Can’t you do this?”

Lisa’s innocent question made Gella chuckle nervously.

“That you can do such large calculations so easily? And, hold on, this reminds me so much of how the young master behaves.”

“What do you mean?”

“During battles, he was always like that. He’d point out which areas were blocked, consider the possibility of ambushes, and suggest that we should take a detour,” Gella continued, recalling past events.

Lisa, not understanding much of the jargon, remained silent but attentive.

“Then, out of nowhere, he’d propose crossing the river for a surprise night attack. People would be left speechless by his unexpected strategies. If no one responded, he’d genuinely ask if his explanation was too difficult to understand.”

“…”

“It’s really sincere, not a criticism. But it makes everyone feel guilty for not keeping up with his deep thoughts, making them apologize for not understanding.”

Lisa nodded, finally grasping the gist of what Gella was saying.

“I hear and see the commander more often than the other knights since I’m a doctor. During urgent times, I’d be in meetings, bandaging and administering medicine,” Gella explained.

Lisa, feeling weary of war talk lately, changed the subject. “Do you think I sound a lot like Jungkook?”

“No, actually, your tone is a bit childlike. Sometimes you speak like Mrs. Jeon, but not always,” Gella replied.

“How do I sound childlike?”

“Well, it’s a bit tricky to explain, but you sometimes address the young master and me in ways that are unusual. It feels awkward when you group us together, saying things like, ‘Gella and Jungkook,’ as if we’re on the same level,” Gella explained earnestly.

“I remember Jungkook asking me to use more formal speech,” Lisa recalled.

“I can’t imagine how you spoke before that. Even now, some of your expressions are a bit off. It’s hard to explain, but typically, you wouldn’t speak to your husband that way,” Gella said, trying to offer advice despite her own lack of expertise in formal etiquette.

“Isn’t there a book on this topic?” Lisa asked.

Just then, a servant knocked on the door. Gella opened it and relayed the message that the young master would be late and asked if Lisa wanted to dine first.

“Alright. Just a moment,” Gella replied, closing the door and returning to Lisa, who was reading a book on etiquette.

“Did you hear that? Do you want to eat now?” Gella asked in a hushed tone.

“Yes. And next time, it’s better not to ask me,” Lisa said, adopting a more aristocratic manner. When Gella looked puzzled, Lisa quickly reverted to her usual tone. “It’s obvious. Would you ask a mad person if they want to eat?”

“Right, I see,” Gella admitted.

“Wait a bit before going. Tell them it took a while because I was changing,” Lisa instructed.

“You’re quite the strategist,” Gella said, shaking her head in amusement.

Lisa timed her movements, making it seem like she was getting dressed. Once enough time had passed, she signaled Gella. “Okay, let’s go.”

Gella dashed to the door, opening it and saying, “Young madam is ready now. You may enter.”

The servant entered, setting the table and arranging the trays. After setting up the entire meal, the servant turned to Gella. “Ring the bell when you’re finished.”