Violet Blooming in Patronage

"Finn, the second young master, or the second brother, what kind of person is he?"

When Violet came back to her room and asked Finn combing her hair, Finn smiled and asked.

"Oh, have you met the young master Daniel?"

"Yes, I also met the third son, no, my brother."

"I see. What do you think, He's a very kind person, isn't he?""

"Yes."

As she said, there was a small tremor at the tip of the hand that touched her head, as Finn smiled slightly.

"He is the person who resembles the Madame the most, and he is the most gentle and considerate. If the young master Daniel had not been there, who would have taken care of the troublemaker young master Aiden, and perhaps the youngest master might have become even more arrogant than he is now."

"Really?"

Violet recalls Daniel finding Aiden hiding behind her and skillfully sending him away. Obviously, Aiden was afraid of him. Daniel smiling face. She wondered where there was something scary.

"He was also good at studying, so he listened to the voices of the geniuses. He will do great things for the country. I heard that he has already gone beyond what an adult can learn."

"Is that so?"

Daniel was a really great person. Such a person called himself her brother. As her older brother, there was a sense of pride in her.

"It seems that the Saintess is finally interested in the family. Because he is also the second young master."

It was not that she wasn't interested, but she didn't dare to be interested. Violet wanted to correct it but shut up because she was about to hear another sound. And she asked about a man who suddenly came to mind.

"Then what about the first young master?"

It was a mistake, she ended up calling him the young master again.

"Saintess. It's not the young master, but the older brother."

But it never occurred to her that he was her brother. She didn't share the meals with them now and he was someone she was never met since then. A person who has never exchanged malicious words, let alone warm words, she didn't know what he was thinking. How could she think of such a person as a brother?

"That's, the young master Esselmond, is the person who most resembles the Marquis."

"The Marquis?"

"Saintess, do you know that the Ermengart family is famous for their sword, for producing the great general, for protecting the King?"

Violet nodded her head.

"He's the successor. The sword that protects the King cannot be the successor just because he is the first born. But at the age of thirteen, he was already recognized and educated as the successor and joined the Royal Order of the First Knights this year."

"The First Knights?"

"Yeah, at the age of only fifteen, it's the First Knights Templar that only the elite gather, isn't it amazing?"

Somehow, Violet nodded as she felt she needed to nod. As if proud of her own child, Finn boasted of the first young master. His educational background is also second to none, and he is reticent, but Finn even named him as a kind young master. Well, is he kind? She thought it over. But no answer was given. The face of the first young master she knew was just a young boy who resembled the Marquis. She didn't know what was on his mind. He has a blunt expression and a cold way of speaking. Where do you see him being kind? Violet agonized.

Violet was surprised to see the dress in front of her. They were pretty dresses. It was definitely the colorful and pretty clothes she had dreamed of when she was young. Even Sera, the wealthiest woman when she lived in the village, could not wear clothes like this. How dazzling everything was. She looked at it blankly for a long time and couldn't even lift her hand to touch it.

"Look, the Marquis bought it for you."

This is mine? She couldn't believe it. She looked at it and looked up at Finn.

"Are you sure it's mine?"

"Yes, of course. You wore it when you went to see His Majesty the King, didn't you?"

Finn said so and whispered, "Shall we try it on?" Violet nodded her head. When she went to see the King, she was almost unconscious. The changed environment and anxiety that led to her being dragged around in a daze without even knowing what kind of clothes she was wearing.

The frill of the light-yellow dress chosen by Finn was cute. Violet wore it and looked in the mirror. The dress was definitely pretty. It was the fancy dress she dreamed of. But the skirt was too long and cumbersome. She looked pretty, but when she put it on, her breath was suffocating.

Violet didn't wear a corset yet, but the strong lines forced her ungrown body to look mature. All she was wearing was always a comfortable home dress, and she was gasping for breath as she wore a real dress. Originally, it was Violet, who refused Finn to take care of her dressing and always dressed alone, but it was necessary for Finn to help in the middle and finish her dressing.

"Wow, you're so beautiful."

Is that true? Violet thought depressingly. Why did the Marquis buy this? Seeing that he bought several of these things made her feel burdened. How can noble ladies wear such clothes casually? Thinking so, she had an idea for the Marquis who presented it to her. Maybe it meant to grow up enough to wear that dress. Her face was tinged as she looked to the ground when she thought about it.

"Now is the time for the Viscountess to come. I will bring the tea."

Finn said so and walked away. Violet sat in the chair for a long while, staring at the dresses. She saw a fancy mirror next to the dress. The woman in the mirror was still unfamiliar. As she blinked her eyes, the girl's eyes in the mirror also blinked. The girl with a different appearance really looked like a noble lady. She was delighted when she just saw this dress. But she was gloomy that now she has to wear that kind of clothes all the time. Wearing a dress won't really make you an aristocrat. She closed her eyes. The door opened and the Viscountess came in and looked at her. Violet lifted her face and saw at the stern Viscountess. She was always a cold Viscountess and polite to her, but for a moment the Viscountess was silent.

"What are you wearing now?"

The Viscountess asked with sharp tone. Violet could feel the stinging emotion in that tone. It was clearly a sharp voice.

"The Marquis gave it to me."

Now she could barely answer the Viscountess' voice. The Viscountess frowned, even though Violet answered in a clear voice, not a crawling voice, as the Viscounts had told her. Then her wrinkles appeared more prominent.

"Do you know why the Marquis gave it to you?"

"I think he gave me to work even harder."

"Yes, that's right. Still, I'm glad you're thinking so."

The Viscountess Iskinder said. The Viscountess approached the hanging dress. The Viscountess briefly exclaimed and frowned when she found out that the owner was the Saintess. And the Viscountess glared at Violet. She was always mean, but this time she seemed angry for some reason.

"Let's practice walking again."

She shrugged her body and walked. Step by step, step by step, her gaze turned to the front, her waist straightened, and her chin slightly raised. But it didn't seem to be in the Viscountess' heart.

"Stop, stop!"

The annoying look on her face scared Violet. The Viscountess came with a whip.

"Wrap your calves."

She wrapped her calves. The white calf was engraved with red marks without a day off. Another new red line was drawn with a popping sound. The Viscountess was a very strict person. The Viscountess had beaten her calf at the slightest crack, and she had endured the beating silently. In fact, it was her beating that made her feel better. Violet, who was always told that she had to be beaten to listen, felt the beating was only natural. Rather, she was relieved when she was whipped. It meant, even the nobility had a 'falcon'. Of course, this was a whip.

"I expected the pace of learning to be slow due to the low blood, but I didn't expect it to be this slow."

At her words, Violet bowed her head.

"Let's practice table manners again next time."

Indeed, the Viscountess seems to be angry. Violet looked terrified and saw the Viscountess. The Viscountess just stared at her as if displeased with her. A quick meal prepared by the maids came out. The Viscountess seemed to have a ball of fire in her eyes. She did as the Viscountess told. But shortly thereafter, the Viscountess put down the knife to the sound of the clanging nervously. Violet looked at her in amazement.

"How many times do I have to tell you!"

When the Viscountess shouted, she was startled by the sound and dropped the knife. There was no loud noise, but it came into the eyes of the Viscountess without filtering.

"Wrap up your skirt!"

She quietly stepped down from her chair and rolled up her skirt. The intensity of the beating was a little strong that day. But she took this beating for granted and considered it weaker than the one hit by Grandma Goth in the Flower Street. Nevertheless, her calves were swollen and bleeding.

"I'll tell the Marquis that I punished you physically."

Violet bit her lip in guilt for disappointing the Marquis. In this way, he was the one who took care of her. If he heard that she has been whipped again and again today even though he has given her such pretty clothes, he would sigh and shook his head like last time. She wanted to sniff tears, but then she knew she'd be scolded for crying again. Before she knew it, the boundaries between the Viscountess, her etiquette teacher, and the pimp, Grandma Goth, had long been blurred.

"Do you think the dress you're wearing now suits you?"

"......"

The Viscount said to her, who couldn't say anything.

"As always, don't show the wounds, because it's embarrassing to the underlings. Do you understand?"

Violet nodded her head.

"Saintess, it is against the etiquette to nod your head. It's only for the people below."

"Yes, I see, Viscountess."

Violet bowed her head. After the Viscountess had gone, she sighed and sat in bed. Her swollen leg hurt. The Marquis must be aware of this. She bit her lip thinking so. She wanted to change her mood.

Daniel was always kind and comforting her. She didn't say she was beaten because it was embarrassed, but he always said kindly, saying 'Are you getting better?' She suddenly missed the warmth. In fact, he was also a nobleman and was not comfortable dealing with him, but he was the second most comforting after Finn.

It was actually hard to walk around due to the whip that lasted for days from some point, but in the past, she was able to walk around casually even with a more severe beating than this. Finn didn't come back to see if she had anything else to do, so she went outside. Violet wanted to see Daniel.

The sunset evening wind blew on the marquis' mansion. As she walked out a bit, Aiden, who was snooping this way, approached her with a moving gait, looked at her, and looked over her with his eyes round. In fact, Violet's personality would have run away quickly, but Aiden was quick, and her dress was too heavy for her to even dare to run away.

"Hey, lowly commoner!"

Aiden grumbled next to her.

"Are you wearing a dress that doesn't suit you today?"

Aiden shrugged and circled around her. She always felt it, but the word "lowly commoner*" came so painful. Was she this inferior because she has such a lowly blood? The Viscountess' words came to her so painfully. And now Aiden's words. <TN: *The original word is 'Cheonnim'. It's the lowest caste of commoners in dynastical Korea. In english, it said 'vulgar commoners' but I'll use 'lowly commoners' here.>

"I know it doesn't suit me."

"Huh?"

It was the first thing she said. Rather, it was Aiden who was perplexed. He tried to say something, but she disappeared with a slightly clumsy walk.

"What's wrong with your walk."

Aiden was annoyed. But his gaze that looked at her back did not go away.