Chapter 6 - ‘No Luck’ Is An Ability
I Won't Go Back to My Family Who Abandoned Me
âDo I really have an ability?â
If so, what is it? Why canât I see it?
The next morning, the talk with Seos flickered in Leticiaâs mind.
âYou donât need to be awakened, because you already have?an?ability.â
âIt would be nice if I really did.â
But at the same time, there was a contradictory wish that she didnât want to have the ability.
âIf I really had the ability.â
What?about?the discrimination and the neglect she has suffered so far?
âNo, I still need the ability, so that my family wonât be ashamed of me any more.â
Leticia wanted to tell her family that she had?an?ability, but she didnât know what it was,?so?she?decided?it was better to keep quiet. They wouldnât believe her if she told them anyway.
âWhat on earth is this ability?â
What kind of ability?is it for it to not?awaken?
âMiss.â
ââ¦â
âMiss?â
ââ¦Oh, sorry. Did you call me?â
Leticia, who?blankly stood?there, turned in surprise. There, the baker was enthusiastic and readily to teach her how to make tarts.
The image of El and Ian, who fought with each other the day about making tarts, came to mind, and Leticia paid a visit to the kitchen. Fortunately, the baker who worked at the mansion said he would help.
As she made it, she thought about getting close to her siblings while giving them dessert like before.
âHow about figs on top of the tart?â
âYes, thank you.â
With the help of the baker, Leticia rolled out the dough with a stick, put it in a mold and baked it in the oven. She spread fig jam on top of the freshly baked tart to bring out the flavors, and also placed the chopped figs on top of the jam.
âWell done, young lady.â
At first glance, the fig tart looked delicious.
The fig tart was better than she had expected and Leticia was very proud.
âThank you for your help.â
âIâm glad I could be of help, Young Lady.â
After expressing her gratitude to the baker, Leticia cut the tart into quarters and separated them on a clean plate. Then the baker asked,
âAre you not going to eat it, Young Lady?â
âItâs okay, I can make another one and eat it later.â
Leticia said thank you again for today and left with a plate of fig tarts.
Soon the first place she went was Dianaâs room.
âDiana.â
Leticia knocked on the door of Dianaâs room. When there was no response, she spoke again.
âHey, can I come in?â
But there was still no answer. Leticia knocked on the door and went in, but Diana seemed to be out.
âSheâs not here.â
As she left the room, she ran into a passing maid. It was the maid who was assisting Diana.
âMiss, whatâs wrong?â
âOh, itâs â¦â¦.â
After a moment of hesitation, Leticia handed the maid a plate.
âCan you pass this to Diana when she comes back?â
âYes, of course.â
It was a pity that she couldnât see Diana in person, but it was okay.
Leticia gave her regards to the maid and then went to Emilâs room. Fortunately, this time Emil answered.
âCome in.â
As soon as the permission was granted, Leticia carefully opened the door and entered.
A brilliant mind, Emil always excelled at the Academy of Sciences and earned the fullest expectations of his professors and the family. He was now in the midst of preparing for the Imperial Civil Service exam.
âWhatâs wrong, sister?â
âOh, I have something for you.â
ââ¦?â
Seeing the curious expression on Emilâs face, Leticia placed the tart plate she was holding on the table.
ââ¦this is â¦â¦.â
âI remember you used to like desserts, so I baked?for you.â
ââ¦.â
âI hope itâs to your liking.â
She beckoned him to try it quickly, but Emil only looked at Leticia silently.Then he quickly said with a sigh.
âSister.â
âYes?â
âIâm a little busy right now.â
Leticia immediately understood what he meant and managed to smile.
âSorry, then work hard.â
As soon as she left the room with an embarrassed look on?her?face, she let out a long sigh. She didnât have high expectations, but she didnât expect such a lack of response.
Next she went to Xavierâs room? and gave him the tart. It was obvious that he didnât like it, but Leticia was just happy that he accepted it.
Then, she immediately went to Ireneâs room to?hand?her?a plate of??tart.
âSister, I donât like tarts. I donât even like figs.â
âOh, itâs â¦â¦.â
A sigh naturally escaped from Leticiaâs lips.
However, Leticia managed to smile and recommended it again.
âStill, try one bite to seeâ¦.â
âI donât want toâ¦â
ââ¦â
âI donât like it.â
With that, Irene turned her face away as if she didnât want to look at it any longer. Leticia couldnât convince her to eat any more at that sight.
âIâm sorry.â
She didnât expect Irene to be so uncomfortable, and she couldnât hide her embarrassment.
Back in the days when even a small dessert was a luxury, Irene ate the burnt cookies without hesitation and even said it was delicious. That Irene was longer there.
Leticia left Ireneâs room immediately and went back to her room, suppressing her melancholy. In her room stood Mary, who was preparing tea.
âMiss, are you here?â
âYeahâ¦â¦.â
Leticia, who came in with a trudge and no strength, set the tart she was holding down on the table and sat down in a chair. Mary, who approached her with a worried look on her drooping face, looked at the tart and asked.
âWhere did the tart come from?â
âOh, I made itâ¦â
âReally?â
The tart, loaded with ripe figs, looked amazing at first glance.
âIt looks delicious.â
Leticia, who was sitting sadly, looked up at those words.
âWould you like to try some?â
âYes? Can I really eat it?â
âYes. Please try it and let me know if itâs good.â
Leticia quickly put a fork in Maryâs hand. After a moment of panic, Mary meekly did as Leticia said and took a bite of the tart.
However, as soon as she put it in her mouth, her expression hardened.
âMissâ¦..â
âWhat? Does it taste bad?â
âWhoa â¦â¦.â
Leticia naturally tensed up from seeing Maryâs expression. She looked at Mary with a stiff face and their eyes met immediately.
âIf itâs bad, just spit it outâ¦â
âItâs so good!â
âReally?â
âYes, itâs very good. Did you?really?make this yourself?â
Mary took another bite of the tart, her eyes twinkling. Leticia felt her nerves relax as she saw how Mary enjoyed it.
âIâm glad you like it.â
It was a pity that Irene didnât eat the tart, but she was relieved that it still suited the taste to the others.
***
At first it was just a coincidence.
âAre we really allowed to eat this?â
âMaster Xavier told me to eat it.â
The next day, on her way through the corridor, Leticia heard the voices of the maidservants through a crack in the open room, but something didnât seem right, so Leticia stopped in her tracks and concentrated on their conversation.
âThis tart is really good.â
âYes, it is. By the way, I heard that it was made by the First Lady.â
âAre you sure?â
Thump.
She could hear the faint beating sound in her heart. She hoped it was just an illusion, but they mentioned âLeticiaâ.
âYou didnât eat it, you gave it to the maids.â
Leticia bit her lip as she felt something complicated.
âDid the others eat it?â
Suddenly remembering? something, Leticia went to Emilâs room. There was no answer to her pounding on the door, so Leticia entered cautiously. But the room was quiet, no one was in it.
âWhere did you go?â
Just as she was about to leave, she saw something. Leticia glanced at it and slowly approached.
ââ¦â
The tart she had given Emil was still on the table.
It looked as if it was abandoned.
No, it couldnât be.
âSometimes you canât eat when youâre busyâ¦â¦â¦.â
Leticia came out of the room feeling bitter and burning in her eyes. She bit her lip hard to hold it in.
âIrene didnât want it, Xavier gave it to others, and Emil didnât eat itâ¦â
She went straight to the garden to calm herself down. But the dialogue between the maids and the tart that was placed untouched on Emilâs table did not leave her mind.
âItâs all right. It happens.â
Leticia finally calmed down and headed towards the fountain when she stopped. Strangely, there were many birds gathered there today.
It looked as if they were eating something.
âNo way, itâs â¦â¦.â
She had a bad feeling about this, but she kept approaching it as if she was possessed.
And the moment she saw the birds eating the discarded tarts, Leticia couldnât say a word.
ââ¦â
She felt like her heart was broken in pieces and shoved into a trash can.
***
âThe first young lady.â
After the meal was over, the maids rested for a while. In the middle of gathering and eating the remaining dessert, one of the maids began to look around. As soon as she saw that no one was around, she whispered in a small voice.
âShe has an ability.â
âWhat?â
âReally?â
âYes. I heard it myself.â
On the day that Leticia and Seos had their conversation in the reception room, the maid sensed something unusual and, unable to contain her curiosity, secretly eavesdropped from outside.
The maid spoke more covertly, recalling what she had heard at that time.
âBy the way, do you know what they were talking about?â
âWhat?â
âThat lack of luck seems to be her ability.â
The maids, who were listening intently, asked back with expressions of dismay.
âIs there such an ability?â
âWell, â¦â¦the second lady can make?it?rain flowers. So, the first ladyâs lack of luck can?also?be an ability.â
The maid shrugged her shoulders lightly and everyone started nodding.
âBut I feel sorry for her. Sheâs been ignored by her family.â
âWell, yeah. I feel sorry for her.â
âWait a minute.â
One of the maids, who was quietly listening to the conversation and eating her dessert, suddenly continued with an anxious expression.
âIf lack of luck is an ability, shouldnât it be avoided?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âShe can make others have bad luck as well.â
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
Marquis Leroyâs obsession with luck, ronin, and superstition exerted his influence not only on his family but also on his servants. So as soon as the other maids heard?of this, they?immediately?turned pale and looked at each other in bewilderment.
âWhat shall we do! I even ate the tart that she made.â
âI ate it too.â
âSo did I.â
âWhat are we going to do nowâ¦..?â
Everyone was solemn because they couldnât think of a better way.
Then one of the maidservants said with a tragic look on her face.
âLetâs avoid her from now on.â
âThen what about meals and refreshments prepping?â
âWhat are we supposed to do?â
âWeâll leave it to Mary.â
âYes. Thatâs better.â
They were sure that Mary would not complain about taking care of Leticia and would gladly accept it.
The maids breathed a sigh of relief as they were thinking the same thing.
âPhew⦠thatâs good.â
âThatâs right. We were about to get unlucky too, werenât we?â
The maids decided that from now on, they should not approach the eldest Lady who had bad luck.
***
âWhat am I? What have I been doing all this time?â
After escaping from the mansion and coming to the fountain in the square, Leticia sat in a daze and reflected on the days that had passed.
A good day with the family? Of course there was. When she was a child, her family was not rich and it was even in hardship, but they were rather closer and friendlier than now.
âBut what about now?â
The living condition was much better, but their relationship was far from what it used to be. Now, her family always felt ashamed of her and ignored her.
In the beginning, her family didnât treat her like this. They even worried about her for a while, comforted and encouraged her.
But since her ability never awakened, they gradually started to give up on her, and nowâ¦â¦..
ââ¦â
Leticia stared down at the ground incessantly. The thought of having to endure this misery alone suffocated her.
Thatâs when it happened.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Leticia looked up as soon as she saw the shadows spreading at her feet. In front of her, gently tilting their head, El and Ian were looking at her.
âAre you sick?â
âOh, no, noâ¦â
âYou donât look so good.â
El and Ian took turns?carefully observing?Leticiaâs face. They could see the worry in her eyes, and Leticia suddenly felt like crying.
âIâm fine. Iâm not sick.â
She clutched the hem of her dress and managed to smile. El, who was watching Leticia with a strange look, tugged on Leticiaâs hand.
âGo somewhere with me.â
âEl, where are you going all of a sudden?â
âWhat?â
Ian was perplexed by the sudden action and?questioned?El, but El replied without sincerity.
âJust be quiet and follow me.â