Violet Blooming in Patronage

"Oh, my God! Did you cry?"

Finn trembled looking at the swollen face of the Saintess. Yesterday Violet couldn't sleep because of various thoughts. Her biggest anxiety was the thought that she had come here because of someone's misunderstanding. Maybe the Marquis misunderstood, maybe the King misunderstood. Something was wrong. Maybe God was mistaken.

Night had the power to turn all her thoughts into negative ones, and she was no exception. She couldn't even mourn the deaths of those she was with because she was anxious. It felt as if someone was going to kill her.

It took time to put on a cold compress. Finn said as Violet tried to run away, startled by the cold touch on her red face.

"Shh, it's alright, Saintess. This is ice."

With Finn's tenderness, Violet endured the cold, unfamiliar touch of the ice. Violet couldn't even imagine putting ice on her face. Ice was something that could only be seen in winter, and it was so rare in this warm spring like this now. Are you just using this to reduce puffiness on my face? how? Violet was confused.

"It's time to see the young masters, but you can't go with an ugly face, right?"

Young masters? Violet's body stiffened with tension. Some of the aristocrat masters who came to the Flower Street were very demanding, violent, and arrogant. One aristocrat beat Violet so that her legs were blackened because she spilled alcohol while bringing it. It was impossible for her to be with the master of the aristocrat family. She looked at Finn with a pleading expression on her face, but Finn ignored it. Violet also knew well that she could not avoid it. Violet walked slowly, but Finn urging and said that the young masters would be waiting for her. Because she didn't know how ferocious they would be, because they didn't eat their breakfast while waiting for her. As she went down to the dining room, she saw a long table. Violet trembled. The chair, which appeared to be the seat of the Marquis in the center, and the chair on the right side of the Marquis were empty, and the boys were sitting on the left side, looking at Violet with curious eyes.

"What is it? She has white hair like a ghost."

The boy on the edge looked up and down at her, frowning. Violet bowed her head, startled by the blatant search gaze. The glance at his face was the arrogant aristocrat she imagined.

"Aiden."

The voice behind her startled her and she tried to greet, but the Marquis' hands were faster. He dissuaded the boy to greet her.

"She is the Saintess. Aiden, greet her right away."

"Wh- what?!"

The boy jumped. He stared intently into Violet's face, which was literally mixed with disbelief, 'no way.' His face was almost hostile, and he was stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Excuse me, Aiden."

A boy with a calm voice stood up next to Aiden. The boy's hair was light blonde, and he had dark blue eyes like the Marquis. The boy was taller than the boy called Aiden and looked older to her, then he approached her without much hesitation.

"Nice to meet you, Saintess, I'm Daniel Ermengart. It is an honor to serve you."

The boy knelt before her with impeccable manners. Violet shut her mouth in surprise without being able to say anything. As far as she was concerned, she has never seen such a beautiful man. She was ignorant of manners, but he really fitted the image of the aristocrat she recalled. Her cheeks flushed red.

"You have to tell him to get up."

Violet stuttered at what someone had said.

"G- get up."

Daniel got up, looked her in the eye, and grinned. It was time to relax for a moment at his friendly smile.

"Isn't she an idiot?"

When Violet heard the voice, the boy from earlier was looking at her with his arms crossed and his face grimacing. At that, she bowed her head. It wasn't wrong. It was the words, as always Grandma Goth said the same thing to her. As expected, the aristocrat masters would hate her.

"Aiden!"

Daniel and the Marquis rebuked him at the same time.

"You have to greet her."

At that, Aiden clicked his tongue.

"After all, she's my sister. Why should I kneel down to my sister?"

Aiden said when he tried to get the Marquis' attention to his rebellious words.

"Oh really! How can you tell to kneel down to the lowly commoner?"

At those words, Violet stiffened. Yes, that was right. Such a thing would never have been imagined by humble origin. She bowed her head again.

"Aiden."

There was a gentle rage in the Marquis' voice. For a while, the others didn't say anything. Then, without a small word, the Marquis dragged her and sat her down at the table. It was on the Marquis's left side. The brothers sat to the right side of the Marquis, and Aiden glanced at her.

"Is Esselmond not come yet?"

The Marquis asked the butler who was standing next to him.

"No, the young master went out first."

He frowned at the answer.

"I told him to eat today, though."

"You are well aware of the young master's temper, right?"

"......"

Instead of silence, the Marquis let out an uncomfortable breath. The meal started when the Marquis picked up the knife. Violet saw a big chicken in front of her. As she stared blankly at it, not knowing what to eat, Aiden looked at her and said.

"You can't even eat. Seriously, when have you ever eaten something like this?"

It was the truth, and she could not refute it. Rather, it was Aiden who spoke the words that surprised her.

"Aiden, that's enough."

"Brother."

"Just because you know table manners a little better, you don't have the right to ignore her."

At Daniel's resolute words, Aiden's mouth twitched. Finn said to her from the side.

"Saintess, use the spoon on the far right. Here you go."

The meal was difficult. Violet has already felt dizzy to remember all of this and eat it. She forced the meal into her mouth, looking at them. Aiden mocked her with a blatant laugh every time she made a mistake. If you eat a lot, you will say that you eat a lot, and if you eat less, you will say that you eat less. Nobles have always been arbitrary. As long as she's already looked displeased, she'll be ridiculed no matter what she does. Knowing this, she could not eat. The Marquis, who had not been able to see, helped out a word.

"I think we should bring a tutor."

Violet couldn't raise her head in embarrassment at the almost sighing words. After finishing the meal, Daniel approached her with warm eyes.

"Aiden is usually very mischievous, Saintess."

"Yeah......"

Violet replied weakly. Daniel raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder. An unexpectedly large hand rested on her shoulder. Startled by the warm touch, she raised her head. He said with a smile.

"It will get better."

It was obviously a friendly word, but it was an embarrassment to her that her dining etiquette was poor. She didn't have the confidence to get better. She felt sick on top of her stomach. Violet run into her room without realizing it. Then, as if she had waited, vomit poured out. Finn was startled and called her.

"Saintess!"

Several maids came in after her. They were gossiping. Violet continued to vomit. The sweet white bread that she had never eaten in her life, the savory soup, and the exquisitely flavored lamb with the right seasoning, she ate it all in her mouth. The food she threw up was as muddy as porridge. Finn was helpless and brought her fresh water. She washed the vomit off her body again. A couple of maids stopped by to attend the bath, but for the first time Violet stubbornly shook her head and refused to be served. Violet was very uncomfortable with the people here.

Violet saw a strange-looking girl in the mirror. Her hair color has turned silver, the eye color has turned blue, and the purple color of lost violet. She was unbearably uncomfortable with the way she was now. She coughed. There was still a bitter taste of gastric juice in her mouth.