Dream Life Vol 3 Chapter 41.2: “Rosalind Lockhart”

~Rosalie’s Perspective~

　Looking back, martial arts are not the only power, so a son of a powerful noble family would have suited my purpose. However, at that time, when I thought of power, the only thing I could think of was military might.

　But my wish was granted.

　My husband Roderick promised to protect me, and with the Lockharts on my side, the Roswells would be at peace.

　Angie and I just sat down unable to continue.

　Even though it was only ten minutes, we had to keep swinging the sword in time with Jakes’ commands. We could keep doing normal practice swings for about ten minutes. But the swings in their house were completely different. What can I say? They put their soul into each and every swing.

　We didn’t have that, but if we were even a little sloppy, Jakes and Byron Seedorf would reprimand us. Even though we knew it was not a reprimand to us, we were overwhelmed by the sound of their voices.

　Perhaps if we had taken a break in the middle of the day, no one would have said anything. But I, too, was married into the Lockhart family. I was determined not to throw up on the first day, so I kept swinging my sword. I am ashamed to say that I used up all my energy just doing that. Even though it was only a preparatory exercise to warm up my body for the Lockhart family members.

　After that, I just observed and was amazed by the Lockhart family’s training.

　I was surprised to see the Lockhart family training, not only Zack and his family, who are about my age but even Theophilus and Seraphine, who are only ten years old, were engaging in mock battles without holding back.

　Furthermore, my father-in-law, the lord of the house, was being beaten and shouted at by Byron Seedorf, a giant of a squire. This is a scene that would not have happened in any other house. He was striking his lord with no mercy, and even shouting at him to get up.

　I understood clearly what it meant to carry a sword in this house. And that I would have to choose whether or not I could hold a sword.

　When the training was over, everyone was covered in mud except me, Angie, and my mother-in-law.

　Even though the training was before breakfast.

　I was about to order Angie to ask for hot water to wash off the sweat.

“Oh, it’s okay. Zack will sort it out.” (Tanya)

　My mother-in-law said this with a smile, but I didn’t understand why Zack and the others were involved.

　Here at Welburn Castle, there are two large bathhouses that can accommodate about ten people and several smaller ones. In the case of the large baths, it takes more than three hours just to prepare the hot water, so I had not thought about filling the bathtubs with hot water, but it still takes time to prepare the hot water for wiping the body.

　I understood what my mother-in-law meant as soon as I went to the bath.

　Lydiane Dupre and Guy Jakes’ daughter, Sharon, were making hot water with magic. When I saw the act of making hot water with magic, I was surprised that the rumors about Zack and the others that were going around in Doctus were true.

　According to the rumors I had heard, Zack and his party use magic in everything they do to make themselves comfortable.

　I knew it was true because they used magic to make ice and chill wine at the feast, but I did not expect them to use magic for the bath.

　I talked to my mother-in-law,

“Zack likes taking baths. I think you’ll understand if you come to our village…” (Tanya)

　There is a large bath in their territory, the village of Rathmore, where they apparently bathe together with the other villagers. I was surprised to learn that it was Zack, who was still a young boy at the time, who built the bath, but after hearing my mother-in-law’s story, I strangely came to understand that anything is possible for him.

　Two people prepare the hot water for the women’s bath, but Mr. Zack is the only one doing it for the men’s bath. As expected, the attendants were preparing the water, but it still seemed like a lot of work.

　After washing off the sweat and feeling refreshed, we had breakfast and started preparing for the debut tour that was to begin today. Angie was called in midway through, which took a little time, but we were able to depart as planned at around 10 o’clock.

　Before leaving, I asked Angie where she had been.

“His Excellency summoned the maids and asked for those who would like to accompany the young lady to the Lockhart territory…” (Angie)

　It seems that my father had asked for applicants in order to select a maid to accompany me. I had heard about this and told him that Angie was enough for me at the time, but I guess he truly loved his daughter.

“…Of course, I raised my hand immediately, but to my surprise, more than half of the maids immediately agreed. Even His Excellency was surprised by this…”

　Angie said that almost all of the maidservants who served at yesterday’s feast, with the exception of Ms. Barbara, the head honor, raised their hands.

“…Lady Barbara didn’t seem particularly surprised, but I was impressed by the slight look of disappointment on her face. Maybe Lady Barbara wanted to raise her hand too…” (Angie)

　I didn’t understand why most of the maids who were in charge of serving raised their hands. I hate to say it, but Rathmore Village is a pioneer village on the frontier. It is said to be a peaceful and prosperous village, but I didn’t understand why the young maids wanted to leave the city of Welburn and live in the countryside.

　Angie told me about it based on what she had heard from her colleagues.

“They seem to have been enchanted by Sir Zacharias. His dignified appearance and gentle expression during their training, and the cute expressions he would show from time to time…” (Angie)

　Angie added with a laugh,

“…And yet, Sir Zacharias is just as they say he is. I couldn’t believe it when I heard that he was the all-around harem prince all-range prince, but he’s a terrifying seducer, no, he’s a real treat…” (Angie)

　For some reason, my husband suddenly interjected into the conversation.

“Zach’s not that skilled of a guy.” (Rod)

　I wondered if that was the case,

“But he is living with Lydiane, Beatrice, and his two childhood friends, right?” (Rosalie)

“That’s true, but… maybe if we were together you’d understand.” (Rod)

　My husband didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything more. It was at this point that I realized that my husband was not really jealous of Mr. Zack.

　My husband is also said to be a genius swordsman, but Mr. Zack is a genius in swordsmanship, magic, politics, and alcohol… really in everything he does. If I were born male and my brother was a genius like Mr. Zack, I would definitely be jealous. But my husband Rodrik is not jealous of his brother Mr. Zack at all. On the contrary, he rebuked Angie’s teasing and listened to Zack’s advice last night.

　At that moment, I realized how glad I was to have chosen Rod as my husband.

　Zack is a genius, and my husband has the capacity to admit it. I was so proud of that and unknowingly hugged his arm.

　To change the subject, I asked about the maid who would accompany me.

“Going back to the topic, who else besides Angie is likely to come?” (Rosalie)

“I don’t know yet. It’s not a decision I can make yet. We need our parents’ approval…” (Angie)

　According to her, my father has instructed all applicants to obtain their family’s approval.

　The maids at Welburn Castle are daughters of barons and knights who have estates relatively close by, so if I send a letter, I can get confirmation in about five days. My father has instructed them to obtain my parents’ permission before our departure.

　As for me, I do not want to leave Angie, whom I consider a sister, but this is entirely up to Baron Coleridge.

　In any case, I will become a member of the Lockhart family. If I continue to be as naive as I have been in the past, I will cause trouble for everyone.

　As I was thinking about this, my husband held my hand tightly, looked into my eyes, and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’m here for you,” he whispered.

　Angie looked at him and wanted to say something, but I didn’t care about that and let my body fall into my husband’s hands.

I knew that I would be fine with him from here on out. I felt that way.

T/N: Poor Barbara. Hey, Zack, we talked about the MC’s playboy aura, right? Switch. It. Off.