Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 51

Remembering the drawing being hung in front of the corridor, I concluded.

‘It’s disheartening that I can’t draw even though I’ve worked so hard…’

Thus, I decided to just draw a straight line on the canvas and called it a day.

‘I will be able to keep my pride by not doing my best.’

The idea was quite similar to what I had when I didn’t study during the exam period. Instead, I did my best to do what I could do well. In this case, the invitations that would be sent everywhere were written with sincerity and courtesy.

Then, as Lisa said, letters began to arrive from different people. Though since Serena wanted to peek at them, too, therefore, we opened letters together.

[ Why don’t My Lady come over to our Mirradi house before the banquet? I hope we can become good friends while you stay here. ]

The letter sent by the Viscount Mirradi’s Your Lord was soft and courteous. Serena hummed in as I sent a brief letter of consent.

“Do you want me to investigate Viscount Mirradi’s Young Master?”

“Hmm…?”

Her ‘investigation’ meant a relationship.

“To have a natural friendship with a good-mannered man, a good initiation is needed.”

“Ini…tiation? Okay, that’s enough. I’m a married woman, what are you talking about now?”

Of course, it wasn’t just this man who sent gentlemanly correspondence. For instance, the reply from Count Yuvinart’s Young Master was…

[ I appreciate the invitation. The new Icard’s villa looks splendid, though I’m sorry for the tragedy of Count Rostry… ]

According to social language, it was actually a completely sarcastic response. I noticed it well before, though my skills had truly improved after Olivia’s short classes. So, in a way, this letter meant, ‘Your husband’s villa seemed to look a little decent with money, but your family is ruined, isn’t it?’

And so, I decided to rummage through the data Serena gave me to send a sarcastic reply back.

Serena, who had been staring at the letter for a while, asked cheerfully.

“Count Yuvinart? Should I meet him?”

“What, why this jerk?”

“It’s fun when a man who treated you recklessly rolls over regretting the past.”

“….”

[ Thank you. ]

There were also insincere correspondences that were plain and useless. Ignoring the replies from the women, it didn’t intrigue any interest from Serena. Rather, the men’s correspondence gave their best response.

“Marquis de Bollode’s Young Lord… shall we find out about him, too?”

I replied back, feeling dispirited.

“He’s neither friendly nor mean, why would I?”

“A heartless man is also fun to conquer in his own way. The thrill of fretting only at me!”

“….”

There was also a response from the temple. It was in response to my inquiry regarding the pain I could feel when I was blessed.

[ From my knowledge, I’m not certain about that. However, let me look into it from various ancient books. ]

I smirked at the letter from Marcel.

‘He still hasn’t given up on that facade…?’

Anyway, in the end, it meant that he didn’t know. He was a fake priest who didn’t help as well as I hoped.

“Priest… Hmm, shall we meet him as well?”

“Serena…”

I then answered earnestly, “That is still a dangerous remark, even if you don’t consider the fact that I’m married.”

“Why?”

“You don’t understand? Priests can’t have any relationship. Of course, they can’t date the opposite sex.”

“I know, but the forbidden taste of love is amazing.”

“….”

Realizing that this was futile, let’s just get to know all the men’s letters, including the sacristan she opened, then.

Serena, who replied, ‘Should I meet him?’ at each letter, suddenly had a frightening look painted on her face after glancing through one of the letters.

[ It’s an honor to be invited by you. I will definitely attend. Can we meet personally before that? I can visit the Icard’s villa, or if you prefer, you can come to the Baron’s residence. ]

It was a letter from Seymour.

Looking at it, she murmured, flicking her tongue.

“Oh, he’s crazy. Really… That man is probably feeling itchy.”

“Serena.”

Even though I had no plans to meet him personally, seeing Serena’s bug-like face was so funny that I pretended to ask, “Don’t you want to know more about this guy?”

“If you eat something bad like this, you’ll get an upset stomach later.”

She lifted the corner end of Seymour’s letter with her thumb and index finger and immediately put it in the trash.

“Stalkers should know his place.”

I could destroy the original storyline just because I turned the male lead into a stalker like this… Still, he was going to get alone with another woman, anyway. Being cussed by Serena wouldn’t make a difference with Princess Elanie regardless.

Quickly pressing down my conscience, which had been wriggling for a moment, I picked up the flag pen and wrote a decline.

[ I apologize, but I’m not feeling very well at the moment. I’ll see you at the banquet if I have a chance. ]

It was a rather rude rejection without even euphemisms.

‘Please, don’t pay attention to me…’

In the meantime, there was another letter that unexpectedly.

It was sent by Evan.

[ Laria, how are you? How’s the banquet preparation going? I think I may leave a little earlier than I expected. ]

…You don’t have to come so soon.

It seemed that the date he wrote when he was going to arrive was much earlier than I had anticipated.

[ Overlapping with what I studied at the Academy, I’m getting through a little faster in my successor’s class. ]

In addition, Evan’s letter briefly described the contents of his successor’s class and how the sword training was going.

Serena tilted her head and frowned.

“The letter is longer than I thought? Though I don’t think there’s anything important to mention?”

“Well…”

I smiled as I unfolded the paper to reply.

“I guess he wanted to brag about winning first place at the academy again.”

I wrote half of the reply, chuckling.

* * * 

Nevertheless, once again, several days after receiving my letter, Seymour wrote a reply. After going through the content of the letter, I had a stiff expression on my face.

[ I understand that you’re not feeling well. Then, is it all right if I visit you with the most famous healthy food in this area? ]

‘What the, he’s so scary…’

[ I’m saying this because I think you and I may understand each other well. For example, we both like the paintings of Redian Keos. ]

Serena jumped furiously after reading that part of the letter.

“This stalker is seriously crossing the line…!”

I held the letter for a while and took a moment to consider whether it was him or me who actually crossed the line. However, I couldn’t just say, ‘I’m sorry. Actually, I possessed this character and wanted to share your victory. Though I couldn’t answer you back because I am a little greedy for money!’ Now, can I?

In the end, I wrote back calmly, leaving behind the fuming Serena.

[ I’m sorry, though Lord’s aloof attitude is too much. I’m picky and coy, so I refuse to communicate with anyone at the moment. ]

After hesitating for a while to send it like this, I added two more lines.

[ And, it is burdensome to ask for excessive friendship just because our taste in painting happens to be similar. I already have a husband. ]

In the end, after putting it off for a long time on purpose, I eventually sent the reply to him. And, after quite some time, Evan finally arrived around two days after I had sent the reply.