Carlisle’s meeting with Natsuki Subaru and Roswaal took place in the dining room at noon on the second day of their arrival at the mansion.
Miss Subaru, expressing her curiosity about the border countess with a long list of titles, had pestered Carlisle with questions early on.
Of course, this was merely an excuse the young girl came up with to spend time with Carlisle.
However, when she asked what kind of person Roswaal was, Carlisle’s expression became very strange, and he stammered for a long time, finally only managing to blurt out, “You’ll know when you meet her.”
And now, Miss Subaru finally understood why Carlisle had been so hesitant to speak.
The Roswaal before her was, without a doubt, a “great beauty”—if one ignored the jaw-dropping details.
She was tall, with long, dark blue hair cascading down like a waterfall, shimmering as if stars twinkled within her locks.
Her eyes were a rare heterochromia; her left eye was as deep blue as the ocean, while her right eye was golden like amber, exuding a faint sense of melancholy.
If she were to put on a Japanese office lady uniform and a pair of glasses, she would definitely become the “white moonlight” in the hearts of countless teenagers who liked the “older sister” type, captivating countless people.
“So…
what is this…”
However, reality always differed vastly from imagination.
The Roswaal before her had heavy clown makeup on her face, the bizarre colors exaggerating and distorting her features.
She wore a clown suit, as if she had just walked out of a circus.
All her intellect and beauty were completely destroyed by this makeup and strange attire.
Miss Subaru sat stunned in her chair in the dining room, unsure how to react.
She looked at Roswaal, then turned to look at Carlisle, her eyes full of confusion.
Carlisle, on the other hand, shrugged, having clearly anticipated this scene.
“Welcome to my mansion.
You must be Miss Natsuki Subaru, Lady Emilia’s benefactor, aren’t you?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.
It’s true what they say; you are indeed a beautiful and vibrant young girl~”
Roswaal bowed slightly, her tone carrying exaggerated flattery, and the clown makeup on her face made her smile appear particularly eerie.
“…Thank you.”
Miss Subaru forced out a response, a stiff smile on her face.
Despite being praised by such a “beauty,” she felt a deep chill run up her spine, as if something strange was staring at her.
Roswaal seemed completely unfazed by Miss Subaru’s averted gaze, still smiling at her, her eyes holding an elusive interest.
Her gaze then shifted to another person by the dining table, and her tone suddenly became affected.
“Oh, I didn’t expect Betty to come out.
I’m so happy!
You know, you haven’t eaten with me in a long time.”
That affected tone made Miss Subaru shiver involuntarily, and she secretly glanced at Carlisle, finding his smile unusually strained, clearly also finding Roswaal’s tone unbearable.
Roswaal seemed completely oblivious to their reactions, continuing to speak to Carlisle in that hair-raising tone.
“As expected of ‘Perfect Knight’ Carlisle.”
“Lady Emilia must have caused you a lot of trouble in the Royal Capital~”
Carlisle finally couldn’t help but shiver violently, his smile almost failing him.
“You…
flatter me, Lady Roswaal.”
“It is my duty as a knight.”
“Also, please do not call me by that title.”
At this moment, the figure by the dining table—Betty—finally spoke.
Her voice was clear and cold, with undisguised disdain.
“When will you get your head examined?”
“Don’t talk to Betty in that disgusting tone.
It completely ruins her appetite.”
She then added, “Even if you change out of that disgusting outfit, Betty won’t eat with you.”
“Betty is just waiting for Brother.”
Roswaal put on a wounded expression and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“That truly is too sad.”
“Alas, why are there no people around me who understand beauty?”
Miss Subaru’s gaze sought help from Carlisle, her eyes full of the meaning, “I can’t take much more.”
Carlisle looked back at her helplessly, shaking his head slightly.
“I can’t do anything either.
Just bear with it.”
Miss Subaru understood Carlisle’s meaning.
“Alright, alright, Miss Subaru, don’t be so reserved.
Everyone is actually very easy to get along with~ No need to be so polite.”
Roswaal waved her hand, her tone as light as if she were singing.
She pointed to the petite figure by the dining table and introduced, “Carlisle, Miss Subaru, this is Betty, the administrator of my Mathers Forbidden Library.”
“You can call her Beatrice.”
Miss Subaru looked at Beatrice somewhat awkwardly.
“…Um, please take care of me.”
Carlisle nodded slightly.
“Nice to meet you, Lady Beatrice.”
Beatrice glanced at the two coldly, her tone carrying undisguised disdain.
“Don’t introduce Betty to others without permission.
Betty isn’t interested in stiff people and little girls like you.”
Miss Subaru’s gaze fell on Beatrice, and she couldn’t help but marvel at her cuteness.
Beatrice had light, almost cream-colored long hair, styled into twin drill pigtails, and wore a fancy ruffled dress, looking like a delicate doll.
However, her expression was as cold as ice, giving off an unapproachable vibe.
“Is there no normal person in this mansion?!” Miss Subaru muttered to herself, feeling a sense of powerlessness.
Just then, Emilia’s voice came from the dining room doorway.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Her appearance broke the slightly awkward atmosphere in the dining room.
However, before Miss Subaru could breathe a sigh of relief, Beatrice’s reaction made her freeze again. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“Brother~”
The moment Beatrice saw Emilia, she immediately sprang from her seat and flew over like a joyful little bird.
Emilia seemed to have anticipated this scene, and with a wry smile, pushed a greyish-white kitten toward Beatrice.
“Oh, Betty, long time no see.
Have you been a good girl lately?”
That kitten was Puck.
“Brother?”
All sorts of thoughts flooded Miss Subaru’s mind.
“Wait a minute, the cat…
no, Puck is Emilia’s father, right?”
“But this child calls Puck brother?”
“No way, this child is so young, is she already an aunt?”
“Could she also be a spirit?”
Beatrice noticed Miss Subaru’s gaze and, holding Puck, said with some displeasure,
“Hey, don’t look at Betty with such rude eyes.”
Miss Subaru was stunned for a moment, and before she could respond, Beatrice added coldly,
“What?”
“Do you really think Betty is a child?”
“Betty is already four hundred years old.”
“Four-four-four…
hundred years old!”
Miss Subaru’s eyes widened, her voice unconsciously rising by an octave.
She never would have thought, nor could she quite believe, that this little girl before her was old enough to be her great-great-grandmother!
“Hahaha, that’s right.
Betty is a four-hundred-year-old spirit loli~”
“Roswaal, do you want to die?”
“Four hundred years old?”
“And your relationship with the Great Spirit?”
“Could you be…”
Carlisle also showed a surprised expression, his gaze shifting between Beatrice and Puck.
Puck lay lazily in Beatrice’s arms, smiling as he answered Carlisle’s question.
“That’s right, young man.
Betty and I are both Great Spirits.”
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