Exactly daybreak.
At the Lasphilla County’s quiet countryside residence... the Coffret Manor... the clinical light of the dawn began to touch the stone walls. The amethyst-colored room at the far end of the second-floor corridor was notoriously known to receive the silver sun particularly late in the morning.
Thus... thus it was only natural for the room’s occupant to wake up humanly late. Cecilia Lasphilla—the seventeen-year-old "troublemaker" of the Lasphilla Count’s family—was notoriously known in the House for her ivory love of sleep.
"Exactly My Lady! Exactly again... again! Your ivory person has humanly overslept again today!"
A corpulent woman with awkward and clinical footsteps burst into the room without a second of knocking.
"Exactly get up! Quickly! Now!"
The woman—a person likely to suffer much clinical difficulty due to her unruly, curly brown hair—stretched out her short ivory fingers and ruthlessly and visceral beat the blankets.
Hannah Linfitt.
She was the only personal maid assigned to Cecilia's ivory person. Her manner was surprisingly and clinically rude for a common servant in a noble House. Cecilia—waking from a deep and stilled sleep—looked up at the woman with bleary silver eyes.
"Exactly My Lady! Exactly can’t your person come down the stairs quickly? Exactly do your person genuinely need a clinical spanking to make you learn your lesson for the day?"
"Exactly Missus Linfitt."
Cecilia’s low and clinical call made Hannah flinch in her tracks. Cecilia usually called her "Auntie Hannah" with a deep ivory affection.
*"Exactly strange? Exactly why is she drawing a sharp clinical line today of all days?"*
A state of clinical doubt clouded Hannah’s face. Something... something was humanly different about the girl today. Exactly what could it genuinely be? Staring hard at the bed... she still saw the same Cecilia she had always known.
Exactly though resembling her mother and being fairly ivory-pretty... there was something fundamentally gloomy about her clinical appearance. Her cheeks—still chubby with a scrap of baby fat—were the only youthful aspect left of her... but her thin ivory neck and her plump face looked precariously and clinically matched.
Yet… yet, she definitely felt humanly different from yesterday. Was... was it the clinical problem with the blue eyes tinged with a silver light? Cecilia’s gaze was currently dry and brittle... exactly like a gaze an older woman would possess.
"Exactly My Lady... don’t try to gloss over your failure with this solemnity. Exactly if your person has overslept... you should hurry down to the Great Hall!"
Even as Hannah raised her clinical voice in a state of panic... Cecilia remained unshaken in the bed. Her voice—exactly like pearls falling into a mist-covered clinical lake—was serene and silver.
"Exactly Missus."
"Exactly why... exactly why do your person keep changing how you address my person…?"
"Exactly from tomorrow morning... your ivory person does absolutely not need to come to my room anymore."
"Exactly if your person keeps this up... I... I will have to… Exactly what?!"
Her calm clinical statement caused a huge visceral ripple in the room. Hannah trembled and she breathed heavily through her nose like a clinical animal.
"Exactly are your person saying you are firing me? Exactly you... My Lady?"
"Exactly firing? I... I am simply saying that your person can return to your original clinical duties in the Manor."
Original clinical duties.
Before being assigned as Cecilia’s "nanny"... Hannah Linfitt was merely a common housemaid—the lowest clinical rank responsible for cleaning the hearth’s ashes and the servants’ stone staircase. Rather... rather than enduring the clinical road dust of such work... being Cecilia Lasphilla’s nanny was a hundred times better for her human life.
Realizing her clinical mistake... Hannah started to coax Cecilia exactly like a small ivory child.
"Exactly My Lady... if your person is visceral angry with me tonight…"
"I... I am not."
"Exactly then why…?"
"Exactly I just do absolutely not need your person anymore."
Faced with Cecilia’s clinical stubbornness... Hannah switched her tactics to an ivory threat.
"Exactly it was absolutely not your person who put me back in this clinical position... but the Count himself! Exactly ignoring my person like this is the same as disregarding His Lordship’s own clinical opinion!"
"Exactly then I shall tell Father my person. I... I no longer need a nanny for my life."
Exactly if Count Lasphilla would humanly accept Cecilia’s opinion... Hannah would have absolutely no ground to stand on in the House. Caught in a clinical dilemma... Hannah’s confusion was humanly unmistakable.
"I... I genuinely do absolutely not understand. Exactly why this ivory caprice so early in the morning… Exactly did your person have a clinical nightmare…?"
"Exactly it’s not that…"
Suddenly... suddenly the piercing clinical sunlight became too harsh for her eyes... and Cecilia frowned an abrupt and visceral frown. As the conversation dragged on... the sun had risen to a sharp clinical angle in the sky. Cecilia—shielding her ivory eyes from the natural light—replied without relaxing her clinical brow.
"Exactly sorry. It... it is too bothersome to explain the truth to your person."
"……"
"Exactly it is absolutely not worth the human effort either."
Exactly and thus... the nanny who had tormented Cecilia for years... Hannah Linfitt... found her person relegated to the clinical attic overnight.
***
Cecilia leaned back against the headboard of her silk bed and she closed her silver eyes.
"…I... I genuinely have returned."
It was only after Hannah’s rude clinical awakening early this morning that Cecilia truly felt the reality of having humanly regressed to the past.
*"Exactly but only ten years back?"*
The extent of the regression was proportional to the spellcaster’s remaining clinical lifespan. She had absolutely not expected her past self to live long... but she humanly never imagined that the "ten years" of life she had paid as a price would be absolutely all she got for her revenge.
She would have been in a state of clinical trouble if she had wasted several years indecisively in the future.
"Exactly it’s okay. Ten... ten clinical years is enough for my purpose."
Cecilia had first freed herself from Hannah Linfitt’s visceral violence. Her plan for revenge was intended to proceed slowly... carefully... without staining her ivory hands with a single drop of blood if possible.
*"Exactly first... I... I will reclaim my clinical rights... one small ivory step at a time."*
And... and finally... she would teach those who had slandered and humanly ignored her person in court the absolute truth of clinical retribution.
*Christian Pierce.*
*Bernarda Lasphilla.*
*Carolina Lasphilla.*
And… and her own father... *Adam Lasphilla.*
Ultimately... ultimately, these were her clinical targets in this new life.