MHYFMAMD Ch 3

Three months passed.

 

Grace had finally been freed from the fever that rarely left her. With her mind now clear, she began to assess the situation carefully.

 

‘So… I’ve become someone named Tenesia Blanchette.’

 

It was an unbelievable story, but it was true.

 

Golden wheat-colored hair and pink eyes. Akelart was nowhere to be found. The reflection in the mirror was no longer Grace.

 

‘And five years have passed since my death.’

 

Her head was a mess.

 

The man she saw before dying wasn’t a hallucination. Nor were his words.

 

It seemed that as long as the resonance was right, it didn’t matter if there was no prior connection. After all, Grace had never even heard of the Blanchette family while she was alive.

 

“Blanchette. Blanchette…”

 

Now inhabiting Tenesia’s body, Grace lightly tapped her knees.

 

One thing was clear during her three months as Tenesia: this family had no money.

 

Fleeting memories of insufficient treatment surfaced in her mind, likely fragments of Tenesia’s own experiences.Everyone believed Tenesia was on the brink of death. And indeed, she would have been, if not for ‘Grace’ occupying her body now.

 

Tenesia Blanchette, daughter of a Baron.

 

The body of this pitiful girl, condemned to a short life, was unbelievably frail. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she lived with colds, body aches, and slight fevers the entire time she was alive.

 

Her healthy days could be counted on hands. Even now, a faint warmth lingered with every breath.

 

“Sigh.”

 

Her lament echoed in the quiet room.

 

Moreover, she couldn’t reveal anything about her past life as Grace. Whenever she tried to speak, her tongue froze, making it impossible to even make a sound.

 

She had completely become Tenesia.

 

The situation was completely unrealistic. And yet, Grace couldn’t hide the joy that spread across her face.

 

I’m alive. Truly alive.

 

She felt guilty for those who rejoiced at Tenesia’s revival, but she was happy. She could finally repay the kindness she had failed to in her previous life.

 

Though it took five years for her to return, it didn’t matter.

 

How is he doing now?

 

Is my child growing up safely?

 

What about the people of the castle? The vassals, the maids who were loyal to me—how are they all doing?

 

The excitement of being alive again made her heart race.

 

First and foremost, it was crucial to find how Dietrich was doing. Tenesia turned to the maid brushing her hair and asked:

 

“How’s the Haberfeld estate these days?”

 

Thud. The wooden comb halted.

 

“…Why do you ask about that place?” the maid asked.

 

“Huh?”

 

Surprised by the maid’s visibly wary demeanor, Tenesia stammered.

 

“I just… I’ve been bedridden for so long. I’m curious about how the war turned out.”

 

Her hasty excuse seemed to ease the maid’s suspicion, but the shadow on her face lingered.

 

“It’s… a topic people avoid speaking about these days.”

 

“What?”

 

Tenesia unintentionally raised her voice in shock.

 

“Why?”

 

‘Could it be? Did another war break out?’

 

It was inconceivable that Dietrich would have lost in a battle that was on the verge of victory.

 

That left only one possibility: a new war.

 

Noticing Tenesia’s growing anxiety, the maid lowered her voice.

 

 

“There are many rumors, but… the most credible one is that Margrave Haberfeld went mad after losing his wife. He refused to accept her death, delaying her funeral and clinging to her.”

 

“What…?”

 

Tenesia was dumbfounded, her mouth agape in disbelief.

 

We didn’t have that close of a relationship, did we?

 

 

It was clear that some absurd rumor had been distorted by gossip. Otherwise, it was impossible to believe that Dietrich, who valued time so highly, would have wasted five long years over her.

 

“It’s true! I heard he refused to eat or sleep, just kept vigil beside the coffin. Who would steal a dead body, anyway?”

 

 

“Is that really… true?”

 

 

“It’s not even the worst part. Even after the coffin was buried, he caused a scandal— No, well, not a scandal, but he kept insisting that his wife would return someday, making the people of his territory suffer.”