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Lunaria: Reborn Of The Bloody Empress - Chapter 25
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I chewed the steak in my mouth slowly to enjoy the delicious taste from the meat.
I noticed that lately the food had been prepared thoroughly to suit my taste.
They were becoming even more mouth-watering and easy to digest in my stomach.
I placed my fork and spoon and took a sip from my red wine, began to ponder over things.
I figured out it must be when Cervantes yelled at the chefs for their treatment towards me.
The chefs in our duchy were the most arrogant people among the workers.
They usually cooked plain and simple food, unsuitable for a lady coming from a rich noble family.
Sometimes, the food were uncooked and just being served raw.
Of course, I didn’t complain anything because I was afraid of them. I let out a chuckle and wiped my mouth.
Thinking back, I used to get scared of my surroundings and the people around me after I got poisoned.
The food in the past increased better after Cervantes often checked out my food to see if there was any poison in them.
However, this didn’t change their treatment towards me, they still continued to bully me by talking behind my back.
They called me a witch and a brat for making their life miserable.
I used to act like what other people expected me to do in order to impress or to please them.
The chefs asked me not to picky and be less demanding when it comes to food because it would displeased my fiance, the second prince, Rexiald.
They also said it was a bad behaviour to the empress-to-be.
Heh … How dare they said that to me when they are only workers who’s job supposed to do the cooking in my house!
I glanced over the chefs and the servants who were standing waiting for my response nervously.
I spoke, “The food is a bit better from the last time.”
The older chef among them sighed in relief. He took out a handkerchief and wiped off his sweat. “We’re glad that you love this gourmet, milady.”
“However … “ I didn’t finish my last sentence and only continued staring at them, biting my lips.
He asked anxiously and peeking over the meals. “What’s wrong, milady? Is there something you don’t like in the food?”
I closed my eyes and expressed the displeasure in my face. “The scallops. They are half-cooked.”
“Ah … that … “
I slowly lifted my eyelids. “I don’t like them.”
“Pardon?” This time, another chef asked.
She was a middle-aged woman who wore a bun and had been working in the manor for a long time.
She was the head chef and was responsible for cooking all my meals.
“I don’t like them,” I repeated. “They’re not my taste.”
Her face hardened, and I knew what she would say in the next moment.
“You’re not supposed to be picky about food, milady. Look at you, you are — “
I hurriedly cut her words. “ — skinny, malnourished and the second prince would not like this. I know Petra, I know. You don’t even need to tell me this thousands of times.”
Petra smiled cheesily and praised me. “Miady, you sure have such a good memory.”
This was the first time being praised made me angry.
“Now, instead of throwing tantrums, why don’t you just eat what we have prepared for you? It’s not good to waste food, you know.”
Why do you drag things off? Just say directly that you’re pissed off when I complain about such useless things.
Let’s be a bit demanding in this life, shall we?
“It seems you forgot something, Petra.”
“Oh, dear. Please remind me of this forgetful servant, milady.”
“You forget that I’m the lady of this house and you’re just a servant who works for me.”
Petra seemed as if she could not utter a word. She was there, stiffened and just stared at me with a surprise look.
“I can fire you if you misbehave and treat me like shit.”
“I — I — “
Petra looked awfully surprised at what she was hearing.
Nonetheless, it was worth it.
“It seems that you’re too old to remember the things that are supposed to be remembered while you’re staying here.” I looked around the servants and spoke clearly, “It looks like the head chef needs to be replaced.”
“No, milady!” cried Petra, protesting.
“Why shouldn’t I?” I said coldly and threw a sharp glare. “Are you, perhaps, denying my authority in this house?”
“No, no! I don’t mean that way!”
I narrowed my gaze. “Petra, I know you’re a clever person so you know which things are more beneficial to you. Choose, pack up your things or step down quietly and serve me like a worthy servant.”
Petra lowered her head and flushed. She mumbled slowly, “I-I … I will … milady. “
“Sorry, Petra. But I can’t hear you.”
“I will resign as the head chef, milady.”
“Louder!” I shouted, feeling pissed off.
“I will step down as the head chef and serve you fairly, milady!”
“That’s better, don’t you think so?”
Petra bursted into tears and sobbed sniffly in the corner.
Suddenly, a lowly, trembling voice flowed into my ears.
“…M-milady.”
I retracted my gaze from Petra and turned to look at the younger maid beside me who was cowering in fear. I smiled gently. “Now, what message do you want to relay for me, Kelly?”
She hesitated, not daring to look me in the eyes. She stealthily glanced at Petra and watched her as she dabbed her eyes with her sleeves.
“Er — er — Cervantes s-send me t-to no-notify milady t-t-t-that someone wants to meet you,” she stammered.
“I see. Who’s the person who visits me at this hour?”
“T-that’s…” Kelly flinched. She stepped forward and until we were close enough, she tiptoed her feet and whispered in my ears.
“Lady Chermaine and Lord Quentin Lisianthus.”
“Oh … “
“Cervantes said you don’t have to go to meet them,” she squeaked.
“It’s alright. Tell him I’ll be right there.”
Kelly bowed and immediately left the dining room without looking back.
I tapped my fingers a few times on the table, thinking a lot of thoughts.
“Aunt Chermaine and Cousin Quentin,” I muttered.
I smirked and stood up so suddenly, alarming all the chefs and the other servants in the dining room.
“M-milady? Where are you going? The food … “
The chefs pushed down a trolley of meals and were about to serve them on the table when they noticed I looked like I wanted to go out.
I ordered, “Pack them up and send them over to my room.”
I could not waste any more time right here. The guests are waiting for me. I shouldn’t keep them waiting for me. It’s improper to treat your honorable guests like that.
I stole a glance of my reflection of the mirror which was hanging on the side of the room as I left.
“Pretty. I guess this is enough.”
Good thing I wore my new crimson dress which I bought from Facinellie’s Boutique a few days ago. In this dress, I looked a bit menacing and intimidating, which is quite suitable for me to step down a bloody war in the next few minutes.
I gritted my lips and wetted it several times with my tongue.
Now, let’s meet the people who were responsible for making my entire family executed in the charge of treason in the past!
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“What keep her for so long?” asked Quentin impatiently. “Doesn’t she have any idea we are waiting here for 40 minutes? For God’s sake!”
Chermaine furrowed her eyebrows and stole a glance over the clock on the wall.
She muttered, “She is late.”
“Did she on purpose make us wait for her for a million hours?” yelled Quentin furiously. He leaned against the wall and kept tapping his feet on the marble floor.
Then, he began to pace up and down, looking so frustrated and Chermaine followed his movements with anxious expressions.
Chermaine later whirled around, fanning herself and turned over to Cervantes.
“No, I don’t want to drink tea anymore,” she said, waving her hands in refusal as she noticed Cervantes holding the teapot and intended to pour another tea in her cup.
“Where is your lady? Have you told her about us?”
“Rest assured, madam. I have sent a message to her.”
The corner of Cervantes’ lips twitched, secretly happy the lady wasn’t going to meet those pair of mother and son.
Truthfully, he never liked those people who kept ‘intruding’ the duchy late in the middle of the night.
Each time they were here, they would only bring bad omen to the house, much less to the lady.
However, upon seeing the lady was coming to greet the guests, Cervantes’ face showed he was clearly unhappy with it.
Alas, what could he do? He was only a butler in the duchy.
Cervantes cleared his throat before announcing the lady’s arrival. “Ehem … Lady Lunaria Lisianthus has arrived, my lord and madam.”
Chermaine and Quentin instantly turned their backs.
Quentin lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the lady who stood in front of them.
“You took your time!” he roared when Lunaria appeared at the top of the stairs. “Get down here, I want a word!”
But Lunaria, however, said nothing.
For a moment, he seemed to be taken aback by his cousin’s new appearance. Without realising, his jaws dropped, the same with Chermaine.
Lunaria stood there, still, folding her arms and kept her gaze fixed on them as she walked down the staircase.
Two pairs of blue eyes continued watching her. But somehow, Chermaine and Quentin could not look away.
Their blue eyes shook faintly as they felt a bit swayed and trembled slightly at her sudden entrance.
The way she strolled downstairs, her movements were neat, organized, proper and graceful. That kind of atmosphere that couldn’t be owned by other ladies her age.
‘Was Lunaria always been this kind of a delicate girl?’ was what they thought in their minds.
Chermaine swallowed, clutching the teacup tightly.
After a few seconds, Quentin snorted, shaking his big head and gnashed his teeth.
“Ah … goodness!” cried Chermaine, sighing in relief and rubbing her chest. “You scared me, my lovely niece! I thought for a moment that you had gone to sleep already.”
“Why are you so late? Have you no idea how long we were waiting for you?” grumbled Quentin, shooting his cousin a dark look.
He threw Lunaria a deadly glare from his piggy little eyes.
“Hush! Be quiet, Quentin!” Chermaine pressed her finger against her lips and glared at her son.
Quentin instantly closed his mouth and did not say any word anymore. Instead, he just looked away and sometimes stole a glance at his mother.
“Now, now, Quentin! Don’t be so rude like that to your cousin!” advised Chermaine, staring lovingly at Quentin and Lunaria.
“Haven’t I already taught you manners, Quentin, darling?”
Quentin scoffed.
Chermaine rubbed her hands together and approached her beautiful niece slowly, ignoring the low grumbles from Quentin.
“Oh, darling. No matter how many times I look at you, you’ll always be beautiful,” she praised her sweetly.
“Trust me, sweetie. In just a few years, you’ll become the most beautiful lady throughout the empire. You’ll be surrounded by handsome men out there, wanting to take your hand in marriage.”
“Aunt,” called Lunaria.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I have a fiance. Do you mean that, perhaps, you are suggesting that I should cheat on the second prince?”
“Oh, no! Not at all! It’s not like that!” Chermaine winced slightly and her head shook frantically, her eyes widened in alarm.
“Mom said that you look, er — so pretty that anyone might fall in love with you,” corrected Quentin quickly, trying not to sound too judgemental.
He managed not to roll his eyes, but with great difficulty.
“Oh, yes! Yes, yes! That’s what I mean!” She nodded her head vigorously that she almost looked like a woodpecker.
“Anyway,” she waved her hands and cleared her throat. “We come here to request you for something. Ehem, you know … Our budget is too little this month … so —”
“— So we have no money left,” Quentin cut her words impatiently and looked at Lunaria with his greedy eyes.
“It would be good if you give us some money. How about 600 000 gold coins?”
“I’m sure you don’t mind this much, my dear niece. You’re not stingy and would help your poor aunt and little cousin, don’t you think so?” continued Chermaine.
Lunaria giggled in delight as thought their request was hilarious. She then coughed for several times before clearing her throat.
“It seems you guys are mistaking my intention. I did not come here to meet or greet you, I’m here to announce something.”
“What do you mean, my dear niece?” asked Chermaine kindly.
“Let me get things straight here, my dear aunt and cousin.” told Lunaria, keeping a calm and composed face with no sight of fear for what would occur later.
“I won’t do what you tell me to do anymore.”