Thrown Into A New World: Let The Punishment Begin!

'Jasper Brodie… Monek Brodie…' Yvonne repeated the names she had heard a while ago.

Right now, she was in the room that Jasper had personally escorted her and her mother to while the servants followed them.

The two servants were just as shocked at the noble ladies when they witnessed the strange actions that their master had made.

Their Master was a stern young man when it comes to the management of his inn but he was also kind to his servants.

However, even if he was kind, they had never seen him smile so widely nor had they seen him get down on one knee to introduce himself to a little child.

When Jasper completed introducing himself to the Young Miss, he then looked at the mother and nodded in greeting.

The stark contrast in their reception had once again shocked them.

According to the information they had heard from their Master, this lady was the Countess of the St. Claire family so the bland reception was something they had not expected.

Jasper's attention which he had given to the young girl was not present when he greeted the Countess.

However, Raylene did not mind it as he had not done anything against the rules of decorum of their society.

The Earl had already contacted the management of the Inn through Butler Limo and had given them proper instructions about the short stay of his wife and child.

So when Jasper heard that it was the Earl's family visiting, he came over to personally greet them.

He even walked them to the best room that the Earl had booked for them and waited until they entered, only then did he leave the corridor where their room was.

Inside the same room, the little girl was now seated on the couch with her feet dangling in the air as she pondered over the events that had taken place after their arrival.

She was pressurizing her mind to recall the names of Jasper and Monek Brodie but even after many minutes, her mind had come up with a big blank.

She had never read about these two people in the script and even Marquess Samed had never bothered to mention them.

The Countess who had just exited the washroom found her daughter to be in deep thoughts.

"What is it, Vonny?" She inquired as she took her seat opposite her child.

Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at her mother who had freshened up after their journey.

Noticing her silence about her inquiry, Raylene had an inkling about what she might be thinking.

"Master Jasper is from the side branch of Duke Brodie's family." She explained what her child was pondering about all along.

"His father, Sir Monek Brodie is the Duke's elder cousin." She added to further simplify the Brodie family tree.

Connecting the dots, Yvonne nodded as she finally understood why they shared the same family name.

'So Glennise and he are second cousins.' She recognized the similarities in their hair colors after discerning the relationship between them.

While Glennise Brodie, the only daughter of Duke Brodie had bright auburn hair, her cousin had a head full of hazel hair with only a few strands being auburn.

She still had a few doubts about this cousin of the Main Villainess of the script but decided to keep those questions for her Tutor who might have a better idea about the inner workings of these big families.

'After all, that gossipmonger will have all the juicy stories of each family.' She rolled her eyes at the thought of her tutor who had information about everyone due to his gossiping habits.

Having come to this conclusion, she no longer had a long face as she smiled at her mother who had been watching her reactions all along.

Raylene smiled back but her smile was more on the mischievous side of the scale.

"So… Vonny thinks Jasper looks good?" She teased her daughter who immediately turned beet red.

The only boys she had met outside the one in her family were the Tanner boys and Damien.

Therefore, she never had any strange thoughts in her head as they were children according to Yvonne who had the mature brain of a 28-year-old woman.

She found it weird to look at them in that way but when she saw Jasper today, she saw a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties.

Her brain had automatically segregated him and placed him in a different part of her brain, one which made her blush when he smiled at her.

She had seen many good-looking men in her previous world but the people in this world were a hundred times prettier than her last.

'That Blue bird sure loved beauty.' She scoffed but thinking of Jasper's pretty face, she decided that it might not be such a bad thing after all.

Raylene chuckled and shook her head when once again her daughter had a shy appearance.

Unlike the time when Taylor had gotten close to Yvonne, the mother was not worried about this interaction between her daughter and the young man.

This was because Raylene believed that her daughter would soon forget about Jasper as she was young and they would not have to worry about this.

'Little girls have tiny harmless crushes on older boys which never leads anywhere.' She recalled the time when she too had a fleeting crush when she was a child.

Therefore, she wasn't too worried about his charming behavior which had further entranced her child.

However, while Raylene was shrugging away Jasper's courteous behavior, another thought popped up in her daughter's head.

Yvonne was recalling this strange behavior of the handsome young man and her eyes widened in horror when she thought of something.

She developed an instant yet harmless crush on the young man because he was good-looking.

Neither was it sexual nor was it romantic. 

She had been amazed by his beautiful face which she had seen for the first time today, causing her to be speechless and even act a little silly before him.

But what had made him behave the way he had done towards her?

She was a 28-year-old soul residing in the body of a little girl so her consciousness was different from other little girls.

But Jasper was not like her. He was just a simple young man who had met her for the first time today.

So what had made him treat her in such an amicable manner right away?

The only proper reasoning that she could find for his behavior was now terrifying her.

Just the thought of what had come to her mind was sending shivers running down her spine.

'Is he a… Pedophile!?' She fretted that this might not be true or she might have to scorn the first man she had found pretty in this world.

While Yvonne was rubbing her arms, trying to shake away the weird thought that has entered her mind, the carriage that had left the inn was moving at a high speed.

"How much longer?" A gruff voice was heard over the loud noises of the galloping horses.

The coach driver who had been controlling the reins of the carriage almost fell forward due to shock at hearing these sudden words.

"Can you not sneak up on me!?" The driver snarled as when he glanced at his side he found a man riding a horse right next to him.

Turning his head to the other side, he found that another horse along with its rider were now keeping up with his pace.

Considering his former question, it was easy to make out that the driver knew these horse riders.

These two were a part of the secret guards that Butler Limo had assigned to guard the Master's family.

While two had remained near the Inn to guard the Countess and Young Miss, the other two had followed the driver to pick the Young Master up.

The driver was also one of them but was employed as the coach driver due to his plain appearance and ability to blend into any atmosphere.

These four guards had been on their horses as they rode at a safe distance away from the carriage where they wouldn't be noticed but at the same time they could keep a proper eye on the carriage.

Now, they had caught up to the driver to inquire how much longer they would be riding but their question was answered when they noticed a large doom which belonged to the Royal Academy a short distance away from them.

Once again the guards took their former positions and it appeared as though only a carriage was speeding ahead while the two horses had vanished for the road.