Chap 1: Taking care of things

The young girl was reading behind the desk, her long, straight night blue hair in a ponytail, her golden eyes fixated on the book she was reading. She had on a smile, as if painted, and when she finally finished the last page of the book, she closed it gently and put it on top of the pile beside her on the desk.

The maids in front of her were nervous. The young miss hadn't spoken in three hours while she was reading all the books from the office. Her smile never left her face, and each time she flipped the pages, their heartbeat speeded furiously. Cold sweat were on their foreheads.

Finally, the young girl who had been silent raised her golden eyes straight to the maids, and spoke to the unwavering butler who was beside her, calm like water. "Bastien, these are the financial reports of the Count for the last ten years?" Her voice was childish, yet it seemed mature to the ear. It was as if an adult was in the body of the only six years old child.

"Yes, my lady." The butler answered. He then paused for a moment and continued. "Ever since your father has taken over the county." He then shut his mouth.

The little girl tapped her fingers on the desk. She stared at it, then stopped and looked over at the maids. "It seems like this father of mine has played around with the County quite a bit, hm?" She said with a smile. The girl kept her eyes closed, and did not open them. She took a deep breath and looked at the maids.

From youngest to oldest, 15 to 23 years old.

Eufemia looked at each one of them.

12%. 34%. 45%. 47%. 32%. 67%. 56%. 35%. 23%. 68%. 23%.

She then proceeded to point at the sixth, seventh and the tenth. "You're fired." Her voice shook the maids, especially the one concerned. They startled. "Y-Young lady?! Why do—We have been loyal to you. Why fire us?!" They exclaimed in pure indignation, as if they had been wronged.

Bastien looked at the maid who had just spoken. How stupid, he thought. They still haven't understood.

"Ten years. My father has ruled over the County for ten years, and lost 97% of the County's fortune, ruining its reputation. However, I do not believe that my father, even as stupid and incompetent as he is, would deliberately steal his own properties. Would he?" A black-bellied smile on her face as she supported her face with her hand, he elbow on the desk, leaning over, froze the maids.

Eufemia chuckled. "Now if you don't want me to end your meaningless life, either you pay for what you stole, either you pack your things and leave immediately." Her eyes gleamed a golden light. The maids didn't dare to question anymore and hastily rushed out the door and left.

The remaining ones were terrified. "Now for you. It appears that we do not pay you for being trash. So, it's either you get paid and do your job, either you leave too."

The maids gulped and nodded. Eufemia then looked at the first, youngest maid. "Clotilde. You'll be appointed as my personal maid. The others, take care of the mansion. I will send Bastien to make a regular, surprise stock check every week. I want a report from every service's representative maid every Monday. If I don't get it, the whole service's pay will be divided by two. Got it?" She glanced over.

"Yes, my lady!" The maids bowed. Eufemia beamed.

"Good! Now, leave. Clotilde, stay. I have a task for you. Only you can do it." Clotilde, the young, newest maid was a red haired doe-eyed girl with freckles. She startled and walked back in front of the young six years old's desk.

It was incredibly perturbating to see her sitting there. Until now, it had been the Earl's place…Until the young lady suddenly woke up after falling down the stairs and became completely different.

After that, when the Earl left for his usual Casino, he met an accident and died.

Clotilde however knew this accident couldn't possibly an accident. She looked at the young girl, but felt that she was the one who was younger despite the fact that she had almost thrice this girl's age. Eufemia opened a drawer in the desk and got a drawing out of it. Clotilde was a bit surprised.

It was a young boy, about eight years old. He had an amazing, androgynous beauty. Clotilde even felt that he was prettier than her. The boy seemed to have quite long, crimson hair and ruby red eyes. His skin was white like milk and seemed soft, but apparently, the boy was dirty. Eufemia gave the drawing to Clotilde and smiled. "I want you to find this boy and bring him back. He should be living in the slums where you used to live before my mother took you in."

Clotilde flinched upon being reminded of the late Madam; tears welled up in her eyes.

This kind, generous person…How could she have died of disease? God always took the good ones first.

Clotilde blinked the tears away and nodded. "I will, my lady."

"Good. Do it immediately." Clotilde nodded and hurriedly rushed out to go find the young boy. Only Bastien and Eufemia were left in the office.

"My lady, are you sure about this?" Bastien stood still. He looked at Eufemia in the corner of his eyes. She was still smiling without budging.

"You see, Bastien, this child would be a good ally. Despite my father being human garbage, he left some useful things behind him; I might as well take them. Fixing the mistakes of the elders is the job of the younger." Eufemia got down the chair and trotted to the bookshelf of the office; all of the books were about magic, politics, or even business. However, a noticeable layer of dust had been formed on top of them.

They had not been opened since about ten years. Eufemia sneered. This 'father' of hers seemed to be a brainless, useless idiot with only his family name and his handsome face to live with.

Luckily, she had reincarnated as this young Eufemia Lowthe and could fix the mistakes of this imbecile while she had the time to. She snickered just thinking of it.

A carriage accident…Pft—Ha ha! She did not expect that sawing the wheels of the carriage a bit would be so effective. She had just hoped for a severe injury, or even a coma, but death?

Luck was on her side, it seemed.

Luck was always on the villains' side, anyways.

Why would have she reincarnated, otherwise?