Reincarnated As The Only Son (18 years old) Of The Arrogant And Wicked Marquis Family. - Chapter 46: Elena’s POV
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- Chapter 46: Elena’s POV
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Elena’s POV
“I have to say, I felt relieved when you came to pick me up today, Elena. Honestly.”
“Hmm?”
“Well, you know, I’m not in the kind of relationship where I often meet your father, so I was a bit on edge…”
While being carried in the carriage on their way to the Lecrueil estate, Elena smiled in response to Beret’s words.
“Well, it was my father’s instruction.”
“Huh?”
“He thought you would be able to relax more in the carriage if it’s just me accompanying you. I suppose my father didn’t want to tire you out before the meeting.”
“I-I see. I did feel a bit strange that it was just you… I truly understand how amazing your father is once again.”
“Fufu~. Well, he’s someone I admire, so it’s only natural to think he’s amazing.”
Although such compliments are often heard as mere pleasantries, Elena knew that he was genuinely speaking from his heart.
(It makes me happy… to receive praise like this for my father.)
Because she valued her family, it warmed her heart.
“I have to do my best to have a successful meeting… Even though I’m the one being invited, it’s still a valuable use of their time.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“Do you say that with confidence?”
“I genuinely believe it. It’s the first time my father has done something like this.”
“I-I see…”
With a single bite, and observing him peeking anxiously outside the carriage, Elena realizes.
Beret is usually composed and calm, after all.
“Oh, please don’t be so nervous. Just be confident.”
“Don’t say it so lightly. Considering who we’re dealing with.”
“Really… You can keep a calm face in front of Shea.”
“I thought you would point that out. Well…”
Narrowing her purple eyes and directing her gaze at him, Beret scratches his head and explains.
“I didn’t want to show a worrisome side in front of Shea. If she’s worried, she might make mistakes in her work, and I don’t want to show an uncool side of myself either.”
“Hmm… It’s quite evident in front of me, though, that uncool side of yours.”
“Um, please keep it a secret from Shea, okay? I want to continue being her proud master.”
“The veneer of falsehood will eventually fade away.”
“Before it fades, I should get used to it.”
“You say it so easily. Well, I’ll keep that request. It’s not a bad thing, after all.”
“Thank you.”
Understanding well the things that Beret doesn’t want to do, Elena agrees without teasing him. And as she looks at Beret expressing his gratitude with a relieved expression, she sighs internally.
(But it’s not like Shea to stop boasting just because she got caught. She should think of it as something that would make her even prouder of her master… considering it was done with her in mind.)
Elena thinks this way, but she doesn’t express it because she knows she’ll be dismissed with a response like, “That’s not true. I just feel more reliant on you!” She’s aware of how things would play out.
With the series of thoughts flowing through her mind, Elena twirls her perfectly styled red hair with her index finger and directs a meaningful gaze at Beret, who is sitting in front of her.
(And it’s not like it’s uncool, actually…)
It was an action taken with the consideration of a lowly maid. To put it more simply, it was an action taken with the thought of a girl in mind.
(I’m glad, Shea. You’ve done something that makes me the happiest.)
She was enveloped in a heartwarming feeling, at least initially.
“…”
A haze clouds Elena’s heart. It becomes suffocating.
It feels unfair, having such feelings of jealousy overflowing within her.
In casual conversation, so much is conveyed—the strong bond they share, how much it’s treasured, how much thought is put into it.
With such things being shown, it’s impossible for Elena not to feel anything. As an individual woman… she feels an indescribable sense of jealousy, and unconsciously, she opens her mouth.
“Hey… Beret.”
“What?”
“I could hold your hand, just for a special occasion. As a token of gratitude for considering my friend.”
“Huh? W-Why?”
“Oh, to help relieve your nervousness. You know how it’s said that touching someone’s warm skin can help calm them down.”
“Oh…”
Becoming flustered by his unclear response.
‘In order to relieve your nervousness’—she worries that her excuse might be exposed. She worries that her true feelings of being ‘hazy’ might be revealed. Elena quickly formulates a second plan.
“Heh, don’t misunderstand. This proposal is purely for the purpose of relieving your nervousness, Beret.”
“…Is that so? To relieve your nervousness?”
“…”
Did he realize it?! Her eyes widen, her face turning red, but it all ends up being needless worry.
“The way you reacted just now, it’s like you’re still trying to be mean to me. But honestly, when someone holds my hand, it just makes me more nervous.”
“…”
(Th-That’s right. There’s no need for me to panic… This guy is so dense, there’s no way he would easily figure it out.)
With this one insurance in place, she can remain calm. It gives her a sense of composure and allows her to find fault.
“Oh, really? What does that mean? Are you nervous because you see me as the opposite sex? Just from holding hands…”
Elena tries to make a proud expression, twitching her eyebrows. She deliberately provokes Beret, knowing his personality well.
As a result, she gets the response she was hoping for.
“W-Well, it’s not like that…”
“Hmph, I see. Then let me hold your hand. I’ll help you relax.”
“Alright, alright.”
“What’s with that nonchalant response… Show some gratitude!”
With a show of strength, Elena stands up, still maintaining her confident attitude. She sits back down next to Beret, wearing a devilish smile.
“Fufu!, I’ve got him wrapped around my finger. He’s such a fool.”
Yes, inside her mind, she expresses her delight and initiates the confrontation here.
“Come on, give me your hand already. Or was it a lie that you’re not nervous?”
“It’s not a lie, but…”
“You said you were ‘nervous’ earlier.”
“…I don’t know, it feels like you’re deliberately provoking me. Is it just my imagination?”
“W-What? I have no benefit from provoking you.”
“Well, that’s true.”
(He really is a fool… Why did he admit it so easily?)
As she sighed in exasperation, Beret’s hand was placed right beside her.
“Is it… Is it okay now? To hold hands…”
“Anytime. If this can help relieve your nervousness, then I’m all for it. But if it doesn’t work, I’ll let go right away, okay?”
“O-Okay…”
She nods slightly.
“…”
“…”
And then, in silence, she gazes at the hand that was placed before her. Slowly, she overlays her palm on the back of Beret’s hand.
“Y-Your hand feels rough and weird. It’s unpleasant.”
“Isn’t that mean?”
“I-I just thought that… It’s how I felt…”
While expressing her impressions, she places her other hand on her chest and steals a glance at him.
This gesture seems to hide the sound of her heart, and her face is now as red as her hair.
In exchange for her nervousness and embarrassment, Elena successfully relieved her feelings of jealousy.