The Reborn Lady is Loved by her Foster Brother: The Scariest Villain - Chapter 40

　Tyrol, who was new to the Duke of Verite’s mansion, explored everywhere every day with  lots of curiosity.

Given his young age, Ortansia was worried that he might become homesick, but so far there seemed to be no sign of it.

The people in the mansion also seemed to think that Ortansia had started animal therapy, and they loved him as “a cat with a slightly unusual pattern”.

Having Tyrol by her side, running around adorably, soothed Ortansia and helped her to keep the bad memories away.

She was too frightened to return to the social world outside the mansion, but she was more energetic than before and learned many things inside the mansion.

‘I need to have knowledge of things so I can get around better this time, and if anyone comes to kidnap me again, I’m going to blow them away!’

She was falsely accused, imprisoned and sent to the executioner’s block.

Abducted with nothing to do but wait to be killed. Read only on 

She didn’t want to go through that again.

She wanted to protect herself and the people she cared about.

With this in mind, Ortansia continued working hard on her self-improvement.

‘Let’s see, next is a music lesson, right? ‘

This was a weak area for Ortansia, who was not very dexterous, but that was why she couldn’t let her guard down.

   As she walked down the corridor, doing image training in her head, Ortansia suddenly noticed a figure coming from ahead.

“Huh… Brother?”

It was Ortansia’s brother, Gerard.

However, unlike usual, today he seemed to be… somewhat less cheerful.

Worried, Ortansia called out to Gerard.

“Good day, brother… brother, you seem a little pale…”

Gerard, who stopped and looked at her, looked the same as usual, but if you looked closely, you would notice that his complexion was pale.

Gerard had a somewhat superhuman aura, but he was also human. It wasn’t  strange for him to be out of shape.

Gerard let out a small sigh at Ortansia, who was frightened by his brother’s ill health.

“There’s no problem. I’m just a little sleep-deprived due to some urgent work.”

“Oh no… are you all right?”

“Oh, it’s already done. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Gerard said so, but Hortensia couldn’t help but worry.

‘Brother, is that really all…?’

He was the legitimate son of one of the most prominent dukes in the country. Read only on  

That was exactly why he must be carrying heavy responsibilities that Ortansia couldn’t even imagine.

‘When I grow up, I wonder if I can share my brother’s burdens…’

It didn’t happen in my first life. But this time, I might be able to be of use to him.

“Brother, please don’t be too hard on yourself. I will become stronger and support you! If there’s anything I can do, please tell me!”

Gerard widened his eyes in surprise at Ortansia, who stood tall and declared, and then turned his head down to hide his expression.

‘Eh, angry? Did I get too cocky’

Ortansia became nervous, but before she could open her mouth to mend it, Gerard’s hand reached out and patted her head.

“Oh… I’m counting on you.”

Having said that, Gerard quietly walked past Ortansia. Read only on 

But Ortansia’s heart was so full that she could not move from her position of having her head stroked for a while.

‘Brother has high expectations towards me…!’

“…Shut up, you disgrace of my Ducal family… I never once thought of you as my sister.”

The cold words that were once hurled at her, that froze her body and soul, come back to her.

However, recalling those curse-like words did not make her shudder or make her despair  as before.

More than that, warm feelings filled her heart.

‘Dear brother, I will do my best.’

Ortansia was still immersed in the afterglow of happiness, but she came to her senses when she was unexpectedly approached by the wandering Tyrol.

The most important thing to remember is that you can’t just go out and buy a new pair of jeans and a new pair of jeans and a new pair of jeans.

“Sia, why are you standing there grinning?” 

“What…! Time for my lesson!”

Ortansia, who had inadvertently lost track of time, made an unladylike dash down the corridor.