Rosetta-sama, You're Overdoing It! - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Rosetta’s Expedition for Essentials 1

Good morning, world, it’s me. Just kidding.

It’s quite commonly used in the online world, you know. I’ve seen it several times. And I don’t even know where these words came from.

I started playing because I heard my juniors were into social games, but I couldn’t join guilds or anything due to communication issues. I’ve been avoiding those games as much as possible since I got my account banned.

Thanks to that, I’m just a bystander on the bulletin board.

Hehe, I want to join in, but I can’t. Once you get involved, it’s the end with a ban.

I don’t even know what I did wrong, so I keep repeating it.

That’s why I deliberately don’t join guilds. Hehe, ahaha…

Weird… I was woken up by the maid with a refreshing morning call.

“Good morning, miss.”

And it’s such a refreshing morning indeed.

I’m starting to feel sad.

Talking about bulletin boards is taboo. A woman in her 40s like me shouldn’t go to dangerous places for such socially inept people.

Ugh, damn it. I won’t forgive those darn vandals.

They tried to expose me, so I retaliated by spreading it all over various media, and then I became the villain. Ridiculous.

I just casually revealed their misdeeds to schools, parents, and various other places.

Well, I made sure to use hacking techniques I learned in advance to hide my IP, so there was no risk for me..

Yeah, maybe I went too far after all. I have to be careful not to overdo it in this world as well.

Getting banned in the real world sucks.

Well then, for now, it’s morning, morning…

Hmm, I stretch and crawl out of bed.

Huh? Can’t I change by myself? Do I have to rely on the maid to dress me?

As I try to change, the maid hurriedly stops me.

Come to think of it, that’s right. Rosetta used to boss the maid around to hurry up and change her clothes.

It’s so embarrassing. But this is normal, right, according to my memories?

Well, I can’t tighten the corset by myself, after all.

But Lionetta, was there even a point in tightening the corset when I’m going to take a morning bath? It’s redundant, right? Right?

Actually, I don’t want to bother with the corset anymore. Lionetta, I’m going without a corset from now on.

Huh? The corset is mandatory? Maybe for a flabby heiress, but I’m going to shape up from now on. I might even develop abs and not fit into it with my muscles!

Right now, my body isn’t that big, so it’s not that bad, but I hate being squeezed like this. Seriously. So, I won’t use it anymore. Just throw it into the closet!

There’s no need to worry so much, I’m thin enough.

Hey, why are you giving me such a hostile look!?

Alright, let’s start by buying some easy-to-move clothes or a dress. Otherwise, running will be tough.

Today, let’s start with warm-up exercises. Stretching is essential.

Spread your legs front and back, stretching your heels.

Shift your weight onto the back leg and step firmly.

Then switch legs and repeat.

Stretch tall and take a deep breath.

And then, radio exercises.

Lionetta’s piercing glare asks, “What are you doing?”.

But I’ll get used to it. I’ll get used to those piercing stares. Because from now on, I’ll be doing all sorts of odd things in this world. I need to get used to those stares now.

But if it turns into pleasure, it could be dangerous, so I’ll stop when I start showing signs of that.

“Alright, morning exercise finished!”

“Huh, was that exercise?”

“What did you think it was!?”

“Well…”

For some reason, Lionetta looks away and mumbles her words.

It seems she was thinking about something she shouldn’t tell her master. If it were my father, she’d be fired immediately, you know?

If it were the old me, I think there would have been severe consequences. She should be grateful for who I am now, right?

Now, onto running, but I can’t exactly dash around in high heels. I don’t have normal shoes either.

Let’s go buy some today.

My father will provide the money. I’ll just casually buy whatever I want with Lionetta.

I’ll have Lionetta write up the bill and suggest it to my father.

And then my father will pay.

Being a kid is so easy. It’s like using a credit card, but if you overdo it, you’ll end up bankrupt, so I’ll be careful.

I’ll restrain myself so my father won’t end up screaming for me to stop.

“Lionetta, after breakfast, we’re going out. Shopping.”

“Understood. Shall we go to the usual store?”

“No, not a confectionery or clothing store, well, it’s a clothing store, but it’s not the usual place. And we’re going on foot.”

“Walking is dangerous. I’ll arrange for a carriage.”

No, we’re walking, right? It’s good for our health.

And I want to familiarize myself with the area.

Eventually, I want to be able to walk there alone.

But apparently, they can’t let the daughter of a duke walk on foot.

No matter how much I insist, they won’t nod their heads, and by Lionetta’s authority, a carriage was arranged, with even guards accompanying us.

Strange, even though I’m Lionetta’s master, my opinions are being disregarded? It seems I have no say. It’s strange, isn’t it, Miss Duchess?