Chapter 17

As the maids tended her and wiped her body, they could feel her smooth skin as if they were touching a feather

"Madame, your skin is fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's soft and white."

Shameful of the rustling sound of maids wiping her body, she looked down. Her face turned red when she found a tingling mark on her chest.

The marks that seemed to be traces of last night spread throughout the body. When she imagined that the maids would have seen this, she felt ashamed.

"Madame, are you hot?"

As the heat from his face spread down, Korina's question reached her.

"I guess I've been in the bathroom too long. It's a little hot."

She fanned herself with an excuse.

"Madame, clothes are ready. I'll dress you, so you don't get cold."

"Oh, before that."

The maid's hand stopped as she tried to bring clothes to Rosaria .

She looked at Rosaria curiously.

"I'm sure there's a bottle in my luggage, and why don't you bring it?"

"What kind of bottle?"

"It's a bottle of opaque white liquid."

"Okay."

She left the bathroom and soon reappeared with a bottle in her hand.

"Is this the one you asked for?"

"Yes."

Rosaria received the lotion from the maid. As the thick liquid shook in the bottle, Lili couldn't stand it and groaned with curiosity.

"What is this?"

"It's applied to the body."

"If you are applying it on your body, are you referring to perfume? If that's the case, we have prepared them in advance with the highest quality."

"It's not perfume."

Rosaria , who's always in a bed, could not wear perfume. There was a disadvantage of not lying on the bed immediately after applying the liquid perfumed oil. When the blanket got dirty, it was easy just to wash it, but the Lord Duke, who didn't give her any attention, didn't notice her unclean blanket.

But moisturizing was essential for her, who was only lying in bed. The delicate skin was prone to roughness. She couldn't leave her skin that way, and only after reading count's books did she find a way.

Fortunately, the ingredients were easy to find, and while people

gave her a stinging glare, she could get it through a maid. At times like this, even though she was getting a glare at home, she knew how lucky she was to be a noble.

It was the liquid in the hand that made it so. The exact name is lotion. The memory of reading the words that they use the lotion in Lord Aaron where the sun is much more intense than here came to mind.

"If you apply it on the body, it absorbs quickly." "Oh, really?"

Rosaria took out a certain amount of liquid spilled into her hand, leaving Penelope surprised. When she applied it to Penelope's hands as a demonstration, the greasy gloss glistened for a while, but it didn't feel like it would flow down as oil did.

"Oh my!"

Penelope raised her hand in small admiration. Her hands, which had become smoother as if her skin tone had cleared up, smelled a little like a rose.

"Is it scented?"

"Yes, I mixed the water from the rose."

The scent might not last longer than oil perfume, but the moisturizing power was incomparable.

"What a good thing. I should ask the maid to order this instead of perfume. Ma'am, do you know where they sell this?"

"It's not for sale."

"Yes?"

Penelope grumbled sadly. Her eyes were glued to the lotion as she liked it. At the passionate attention, Rosaria hesitated a little and slowly opened her mouth.

"…because I made it."

"Madame?" The Maids were shocked, At the eyes of the maids, who opened their eyes wide in surprise,

Rosaria 's cheeks slightly reddened. The Nobel spirit

needed to make it herself. This minor worry grew in Rosaria 's mind that the

maids might fuss about it.

"You're a genius! How did you come up with all the ideas to make this?"

However, her worries melted away when Penelope said that with a purely amazed glare in her eyes.

Penelope looked at her moist hands for a long time, even though the lotion had seeped in.

"If you liked it so much, would you like one?" "Really?"

But Penelope bit her tongue quickly.

"Oh, no. How can I covet your things..."

"It's alright. It's not that hard to make, and I can make as much as I want with the ingredients."

Rosaria 's softly spoken words touched Lilly's admirable eyes.

"Thank you!"

A present for a maid. The new Duchess's highly dignified performance dumbfounded Penelope .

She had heard that some nobles are deliberately strict to discipline the maids. It's challenging to leave your home and settle down in a new place. She had heard that sensitive people deliberately whip the maids so that they are not seen as careless.

But Rosaria didn't. Rather, she showed the kindness of giving out the things she used. Penelope met a gentle lady, and although it hasn't even been a day since she met her, Penelope 's loyalty had snowballed.

"Then I'll apply this all over your body."

"Yes."

The maids' hands became busy, filling a certain amount of lotion in them. The fragrance of roses filled the bathroom

and their hands.

When Rosaria returned to her bedroom, leaving the maids behind, the box welcomed her alone.

This is what came from the count. When Rosaria opened the box, it was full of familiar objects.

Originally, it was impossible for a noble's luggage to be just a box. Even a carriage is usually not enough. It takes several trips to bear the entire amount.

But Rosaria was different. She had very little in count's house. Her clothes, which are mostly her sleeping clothes, and a few props. It was too simple to say that it was an item of a count's daughter.

But even that was precious to Rosaria . It was also one of the few things she could have in her life.

She pulled out a thick envelope, looking at it as if she were reminiscing about the memories.

"My medicine…"

It must have been the medicine sent so they would never find her to be ill. Since she was young, she'd been taking one or two pills at a time, and it's hard to take a bite out of them.

In the count's house, the maids used to make a frown when the smell got bad. They gave Rosaria a look of resentment.

'Why do you have to do this to yourself?'

Rosaria was always a sinner there.

Recalling the people here looking at her with sparkling eyes, Rosaria hid the medicine deep in the drawer. She must hide the illness. The words kept lingering.