Lissana

Chapter Two

"Young mistress, Lady Katerina is inside the study and is calling for you," a man at the age of 50 called my attention as the door opened inside my room.

I blinked at him for a few times as I took in his image bowing at 90 degrees. "I understand Kael, you may tell mother that I will be in the study right after I finish tidying my toys," I slowly replied as my values from my past life tried to lecture me in calling the 50-year-old man with his first name.

What can I do? I thought helplessly.

Even though the monarchy had been dissolved centuries ago, the system of caste can still be clearly and transparently seen even though years had gone by. People that descended from noble families still scorn people of humble birth. As I am apparently the "young mistress" of this house and as the only daughter of this manor, I need to uphold my image of being the "young mistress" of this household and should never bow my head to anyone lower than me in standing. Mother described this trait as 'manners' but for me it's plainly their pride. Even though it is against my values to disrespect my elders in anyway, I was forced (and thoroughly reprimanded) that I am not to try persuading my mother again about this topic nor attempt calling the servants with prefixes or titles such as Sir, Mister, Miss, or even the term Uncle. Should I do this, I'm not the only one who will receive the consequences.

As my eyes landed near the doorway, my eyes met the butler's gaze, Kael once again smiled warmly, bowed and silently left my room.

Troublesome.

This whole ordeal is tiring me out. At the age of two, my evident weirdness as a child acting like an adult has been giving me headaches. Only few of the servants could tolerate my presence and servants that could actually talk to me without fear is nearly non-existent. Allegedly, I am now branded as a devil's child through and through, which made me wonder, what are their standards to label as one? Is it because this country is dominated by a religion?

In fact I am part of a religion when I was 17—I think, but I am was in no way a devout follower and I intend to carry on this belief in this life.

Currently, I am inside a jaw-dropping, eye-catching and drool deserving luxurious room. Although it cannot be compared to the 5-star hotels in my past life but judging by how they used gold-plated metals even at the edge of the cabinets and doors, they are wasting precious resources (an understatement). The walls are covered with white carpet-like thing that is very soft to touch but not that eye-catching. While the carpet on the floor is so white the floor itself is a combination of whites and blacks, everything single thing appeared to blend in and it was perfect. I usually tell myself that the carpet is cheap so that I would not be sorry for stepping on it. The whole place is flawless, but nothing beats the king size bed that was placed on the upper middle part of the large room. My heart was taken when I first saw it under the chandelier's light just after I transferred here a month ago. The red sandalwood frames sparkled as the chandelier's light touched its surface, I was overwhelmed. A melancholic sigh escaped my lips, ah a waste of money. My peasant upbringing is screaming for justice, my sadness for the loss I never had, had proven it's truth that every time my gaze lands on the luxurious bed, my right eye twitches a little.

Even though I was 17 years old in my past life and only three years old right now, I clearly know that this family is throwing money, you know?! My miser heart ached a little.

Ah right, I am not three years old yet, but I will be after a few weeks. Age became a sensitive topic for me when I deduced that I did not spend my youth in the right way before. As my birthday approaches, it will be soon 3 years since I reincarnated to this place.

Reincarnated, I say?

I want to laugh at my own predicament. If someone told me this bullshit story 5 years ago, even I will be laughing my ass off because of how ridiculous the idea was. But now it is not so laughable, I told myself.