Obsessed with Regressors

After Awning and Elliot left, she skipped lunch and shut herself in her study. If she had to pick a person who makes her more angry right now, it would be Elliot, not Awning. He was really crazy, really. She covered her head and tried to jump up from her seat because she couldn’t breathe, but she stopped. It was because she was dizzy after sitting for too long without eating anything.

 

“My lady, are you okay?”

 

She heard the butler ask outside the door. She didn’t know how many times she got asked if she was okay today. Most of them were Elliot’s questions. When Elliot came back to her mind, she thought of something else to get him out of her head. Maybe she should change her name from Lady Biscon to Lady Is-It-All-Right? Everyone called her Lady Are-You-Okay? Then wouldn’t it be convenient to be able to call her and ask if she was okay at the same time.

 

“Miss?”

 

It seemed that Vicent was worried when he replied late because he was thinking nonsensical things. He opened the door calling for her and stopped when he saw her. And he asked carefully.

 

“Aren’t you hungry?”

 

Hungry but no appetite she still had a headache, but it’s because Elliot made it more complicated. She sat down on the sofa again and said.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“Shall I bring some tea?”

 

To be honest, I didn’t think anything would go down her throat. But she nodded her head because she was worried about Vicent. If she couldn’t drink it, she would throw it out the window. She nodded and corrected that this was the study on this floor. She should throw it in a flowerpot, not out the window.

 

“Miss.”

 

Vicent, who had been bringing tea, came back faster than expected. Did he boil it beforehand? When she asked him to come in, he opened the door and said.

 

“A guest has arrived.”

 

She didn’t want to accept it, but she remembered that Julia was coming today. Shit. She leaned back on the sofa with a tired expression on her face and the butler asked anxiously.

 

“Shall I ask them to go?”

 

“Oh, no.”

 

It couldn’t be. She sighed and got up from her seat. Again, slowly and carefully.

 

“Eugenie, what’s wrong?”

 

She guessed she really should change her name to Lady Are-You-Okay? As soon as Julia saw her face, she asked with a concerned expression.

 

“Nothing. How about a piece of pie? Is it fine?”

 

She asked and picked up the plate. She didn’t even have to ask if she was okay. It would be very tasty. Because one of the things chefs do well was peach pie. Julia must have heard the commotion this morning. It seemed that she bought peaches in a hurry to cheer her up and made her a pie. Thinking of the concerned cook and butler, she forced the pie into her mouth.

 

“Tell me what are you doing? There is no better peach pie than this house. You’ll make peach pie better than the royal chef?”

 

Julia’s bright story made her feel a little better. Of course, peach pie also played a role. She chuckled and took another bite of the pie. It’s delicious. It was a bit different from what chefs usually make. And then the shape was a bit different. The cook always covered the pie in a lattice pattern, but today it was shaped like a flower. The pie was also a little thicker than usual. The filling inside was a bit sweet. Did the chef did it differently because he was in a hurry? She would have made it in a hurry to bake and cool it. She took a sip of her tea and spoke to Julia.

 

“Take some pieces. How is your father? Miss Leeds.”

 

She heard that Sir Escalee was busy these days. It was probably because it was the social season, and preparations for the event were in full swing at the palace. Julia nodded her head as she ate the pie, then paused when Lauren’s name came up. What’s going on? She raised her teacup and looked at Julia. Eating the pie, she put her fork in her mouth and seemed to ponder for a moment before she put the fork down, she said.

 

“Before that, that, that bad guy.”

 

Bad guy? When she made a face asking what she was talking about, Julia made a face that didn’t know what to say. She frowned and bit her lip, then she said cautiously.

 

“The bad guy who attacked Eugenie before.”

 

Oh, Kesro. She knew who she was talking about. When she pretended to know, Julia continued.

 

“You said he called Eugenie a witch.”

 

He did. She thought it was strange why she was called a witch. She knew that the swear words these fellows used were harsh. Among them, ‘witch’ was probably the weakest level.

 

“Lauren did it before. Eugenie also appeared in her dream.”

 

“Me too?”

 

That’s kind of surprising. Lauren’s dream was to live the life Lauren didn’t want. What was the reason for her to appear there?

 

“There, she said that Eugenie’s nickname was a witch. She was forgetting…”

 

It reminded her of what she was talking about. It’s a strange thing. It was before she met Lauren that she dreamed of her. Could a stranger appear in her dreams?

 

“Did Lauren know me?”

 

She was not very famous in the social world. Sure enough, Julia shrugged her shoulders.

 

“I’ve heard it from time to time, but that’s about it.”

 

That said, she wouldn’t have been influential enough for Lauren to appear in her dreams. She frowned and looked down at the teacup before asking again.

 

“Why did I have the nickname ‘witch’?”

 

It’s not a very good nickname. Wait, could she possibly be a real witch in Lauren’s dream? Like a witch, living in a forest where people were rare, making and selling medicinal herbs. In a dream, a person in reality appeared in a completely different form. Suddenly, Elliot came to mind. She forgot about it for a while. He appeared in her dream as the killer who killed her mother and brother. Come to think of it, that was a dream she had before meeting Elliot. She felt strange.

 

“Uh, that… It looks like in her dream she said Eugenie was a very important person. So what did she say? You just punished people and that’s why you were nicknamed ‘the witch’.”

 

“What?”

 

What was this again? She gaped at Julia’s ridiculous story. Was she a very important person? She must become queen if she was to rise above Lady Biscon. Currently, the prince of this country was four years old. Wait, was he five years old? He was too young to marry her anyway. Even she got engaged. Oh, of course she was thinking about breaking up.

 

“You mean I was the queen in Lauren’s dream?”

 

Julia’s face contorted at her question. she said with a troubled expression.

 

“You wasn’t, well, what can I say? In her dream, Eugenie was the king.”

 

What? No words came out this time. She burst out laughing as she stared at Julia while she was speechless. It’s nonsense. His Highness the King and the Prince were in good health. Even if something happened to His Highness the King and the crown prince, there was a Duke in this country. The Duke was married and had children. Of course, she also had the right to succeed to the throne. Maybe. If a hundred people died in front of her, no, wait. Would a hundred people be enough? She held her stomach and laughed, wiping away her tears and gasping for breath. It’s a dog’s dream. It’s an unbelievable dream. She felt much better. What happened this morning was starting to feel like something from a long time ago. Recovered, she started eating the remaining pie. She skipped lunch and she was hungry. Julia laughed along with her and asked while eating the pie.

 

“Come to think of it, Oliver is busy with rowing practice these days, right?”

 

“Well, he left early and came back late.”

 

Probably. He usually went out at lunchtime and hung around at the club, but these days he went out early in the morning, probably because the game was close. When she heard the story from the butler, he said that he came in late and fell asleep exhausted.

 

“Will Eugenie go to the game too?”

 

Of course. She was about to tell Julia that, but she grinned when she realized why she was asking. It seemed she wanted to go.

 

“Of course I should go. Aren’t you going?”

 

Julia was like her sister. Same went for Oliver. Julia shook her head at her question. She also wanted to go. She asked, setting the plate of half the pie on the table.

 

“Can I take Lauren?”

 

“Then, let’s ask the cook to pack something delicious for lunch.”

 

“This pie too. It’s delicious.”

 

She should. She should tell them not to put cream on top. As she thought so, she suddenly remembered Elliot. Right. He said he wanted to attend too. He even said he was preparing a boat. Shit.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Julia asked as if her face was distorted. Oh shit. Was she sure that guy was crazy? What kind of love confession was this out of the blue? Even to an engaged woman. Her appetite plummeted again. She set the plate down on the table and took a sip of her tea. If someone had confessed to her, she would have rejected it with a single knife. No, a sensible person would never have thought of confessing to a woman with a fiance in the first place. She was so surprised that she couldn’t even say no to Elliot. Wait, was that something she could say no to? He didn’t say he loved her, he said that she would love him. Once again, the thought flashed in her head that the man was crazy.

 

“Eugenie?”

 

She raised her head at Julia’s worried call. Did she ever look like that? She tried not to be close to men other than Awning. She thought she was doing that. She asked Julia cautiously.

 

“Julia, maybe, I mean just maybe. Who do I seem to like?”

 

“Apart from Awning and Count Burns?”

 

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Translator Note:

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