Thrown Into A New World: Let The Punishment Begin!

Yvonne sneezed when her family was returning to the Mansion as the sun began to slowly set in the evening.

The picnic was a success and Raylene was pleased with the outcome, however, her child's abrupt sneeze had her worried.

"Wear more layers, Vonny." She patted her head and advised to which the little girl nodded without replying.

'Someone must be thinking of me.' Yvonne rubbed her nose as they entered the Mansion.

There was someone thinking about her but it was not with the identity of Yvonne St. Claire, the only beloved daughter of Earl St. Claire.

The identity of VC, the owner of CLOVER, was the one the King of this land was thinking about.

Since Yvonne did not know about this, she wasn't bothered about it as she returned to her room.

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A week had passed since they had arrived at the Summer estate and things had been going according to their expectations.

Just as Rutherford had said, the King had approved their documents of ownership for the soap recipe and sent it back through the messengers.

The Earl had sent these messengers to deliver the documents to the Capital and also asked them to be discreet in their ways.

Thus, Rutherford's men returned to the Summer estate using a roundabout route in order to cover their tracks.

Therefore, right now, the King had no clue about the real identity of VC.

According to the King's deductions, VC was a commoner who was starting a business with the funding and backing of a rich nobleman.

King Ophire's first guess for the rich nobleman was none other than Viscount Marcus Valente who was playing a major part in this business.

The factory's location was in his fief and he was also named a business partner which only strengthened the King's convictions about his deductions.

Therefore, while King Ophire was still in the misconception that Marcus Valente was the mastermind behind CLOVER, the true mastermind had begun her work.

Once the Royal Seal was received, Yvonne sent a letter to her Uncle and was informed that everything was in order and that they could start mass production at any moment.

Pleased with this reply, she instructed that the Hagens should focus on creating simple but effective soaps for the present situation.

'Being able to supply to everyone in need is the major concern right now.' She recalled that creating a fancy and expensive product was not on their agenda right now.

Once the plague ended, she could think about expanding her base into the noble stores as well but right now, the commoners needed CLOVER's soaps more.

Having received her instructions, CLOVER's production of the first batch of soap began without any obstructions.

This news was still a secret from Earl Blaise and the credit for this went to the King who had blocked all news of the new company CLOVER who might be their competitors.

Rutherford understood that the King was helping them out in the shadows but he also knew that King Ophire had his own ideas behind this action.

Therefore, he did not question or mull over this tactic of the King and focused on how he would help his child better.

Soon, Yvonne and Marcus were in constant contact through Hakka, the snow hawk who acted as the messenger bird between the two.

While they were busy, another pair was also busy with the task assigned to them.

This pair consisted of the Old Butler of the Summer Estate, Butler Limo's mentor, and the new boy who was to become a Butler soon.

Since the St. Claires would be staying here for two whole weeks before Summer vacation came to an end, the Old Butler was instructed to train the new recruit.

He had trained Butler Limo years ago and now, he had to train Jax before they could return to the Capital.

Yvonne and Jax had nearly zero contact with each other during this period as they each were busy with their own tasks, having no chance to meet each other.

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As time passed, their stay here at the Summer estate came to an end.

The family of four with their servants and the new recruit, Jax, were all ready to begin their journey back to the place they called home in the Capital city, Amarthea.

Yvonne finally caught sight of her soon-to-be Butler and shot him a curious glance when she noticed that the boy was slimmer than before.

'Was he overworked?' She wondered and turned her inquisitive eyes towards the Old Butler who coughed before looking away.

This answered her but she could not meddle in this matter as her father had asked her to let the two main Butlers do their job without her interference.

Thus, the little girl could only watch as her first real employee in this world bowed to her with a soft smile before he got into his carriage.

'I should find an opportunity to talk to him once we get back home.' She decided and looked away.

Bidding goodbye to the people who had been serving her for the last two weeks, she smiled before her father carried her into the carriage.

'You feel alright, Demon?' She spoke to her etcher through her thoughts.

'I can bear this much if it is for you, Master.' The considerate pet assured her and was satisfied that she was concerned about his discomfort.

The horse who was harnessed to her carriage then neighed as they began their journey back to Amarthea.

Turning to look outside the window, she found the scene to be similar to the one she had seen when they were returning to the Capital last year.

The servants all stood in a line as they bowed before waving their hands at the line of carriages moving away at a steady pace.

'Only one person is missing.' She surmised and knew very well who that person was.

Yvonne's mind thought of the child who had forced her into a hug last year when she was about to leave for the Capital.

'She made me promise to meet her again next year but she isn't here.' She sneered at the thought of the fluffy brown-haired girl she had met briefly.

The Female lead of the script, Hilda, had been present among the line of servants and had hoped that they would meet next summer.

However, she wasn't present now as her family had moved away to someplace close to the Southern parts of Rosenhyde.

Yvonne shook her head at the girl who most likely had forgotten about that promise and decided to nap for the rest of the journey.

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In another town, far far away from the carriage that was currently moving in the direction of Amarthea,

"Child, can I get some water in my room?" A feeble voice was heard coming from one of the rooms on the upper floor.

A little girl with dark brown hair looked up when she heard a sound that was as faint as a whisper and hurried to stand up from her seat.

"Hilda! Tell me if you are leaving!" A man chided as the little girl ran away.

'Whatever will I do with this girl?' The owner of the Cozy Inn, a middle-aged man, shook his head at his daughter who had run away from her task.

The man had given her the task of minding the counter until he was done sorting out the accounts for the month.

However, while he was deep in his calculations, he looked up after hearing the sounds of hurried footsteps only to see that his daughter had left the counter unattended and ran away.

The direction that she was heading in was the Kitchen where his wife looked after the meals of their patrons and guests.

Their Inn had been doing well in the last year and profits have been increasing steadily each month.

As they began renovating the place to accommodate more people, their expenses had also increased.

This was why the father had asked his daughter to help him with the chores in the Inn, instead of hiring more helping hands.

Yet that girl had escaped her duty to spend time with her mother which made him shake his head in dismay.

The sounds of hurried footsteps were heard once again and this time, his child reappeared with a pitcher of water in her hands.

Glancing at the one placed on the counter which was still full, he wondered why she had brought another one.

However, he got his answer when she rushed upstairs.

'So she ran away in a hurry to serve a guest?' He grasped what was going on and smiled as his daughter was still as caring and loving as ever.

'I'm so grateful to have found such an angel.' He stared at the stairs she had climbed with love and pride filled in his eyes.

Upstairs, the little girl knocked on a door and entered after receiving permission.

"Here you go, Grandma." Hilda, the girl with dark brown hair announced as she placed the pitcher on the table.

She then filled a glass for the old lady on the bed and also helped her drink it.

"Thank you, child." The lady smiled before laying back on the bed.

Hilda, the Female Lead of the script Asmodeus had written, was concerned after touching the old lady's forehead which was burning up.

"You should see the physician, Grandma." She advised but the old lady's firm shake of the head deterred her from speaking further.

Thus, Hilda was so busy worrying about the elderly guest in her father's Inn that she had no time to think about the promise she had once made with her friend, Yvonne.