(TL: ICTAWBICOUEM)The Viscount Granger Family (Patreon)

--AN) Novel Name : I Came to Another World, But I Can Only Use Everyday Magic. This is a translation using ML and editing. Somethings might be off.--

The dim winter sunlight filters through the worn, thin curtains onto my face. It seems Payshence's habits have prevailed; I woke up with my arms out from under the thin top blanket, fingers elegantly intertwined.

"Ugh... It's cold."

I tried to burrow back into the blankets, but my stomach growled loudly.

"I can't do anything without breakfast."

Even though I think "I'm hungry," when I speak, it's translated into Payshence's voice. Mother becomes "Mother." It's unclear whether this is convenient or inconvenient.

From what I remember, the only maid here is the red-haired Mary. There's also the cook, Eva, the manservant, George, and the butler, Wyatt, who manages everything.

"Is this what it's like to be nobility?"

I had imagined a house full of maids, but the Granger family's problem seems to be its own.

Payshence knows no other life, but it seems her father, Viscount Granger, is a non-landowning noble. Normally, he would work at the royal palace and receive a salary, but it appears he has been dismissed. This seems incredibly serious, yet Payshence's memories are vague on this. It seems the young lady wasn't interested in salaries. However, she did remember that the number of maids dwindled a few years before her mother passed away.

"In other words, no salary! And it seems this has been the case for about four years?"

Payshence's younger brother, Henry, is six years old. This means their mother passed away when her adorable son was around four. At that time, Nasius was six, and Payshence was eight.

"Well, a ten-year-old might not understand their father's unemployment."

So, I am ten years old! Whether it's considered rejuvenation or simply becoming younger, it's certainly better than becoming an old lady.

It's clear no maid will come to dress me, so I get out of bed.

"This is for washing my face, then."

A water pitcher sits inside a ceramic washbowl on the sideboard, its once-cute floral pattern now faded and barely visible.

"The toothbrush is... surely not this rough cloth..."

I remember toothbrushes, but now it seems I'm to scrub my teeth with this coarse cloth. This definitely needs improvement!

After washing my face with lukewarm water, I open the dresser. There are two dresses, but I assume the one with lace is for summer, so I choose the long-sleeved, thin, light blue one.

"Isn't this... not for winter?"

It's long-sleeved, sure, but it's thin. Mary's maid uniform seems warmer, though that's made of cotton, and this seems to be silk. It seems they're trying to maintain the appearance of nobility, or perhaps it's a hand-me-down. I remember there being relatives.

"Let's see, underwear... Drawers and a chemise... The socks are cotton."

I fasten the socks with garters and wear the thin, supposedly silk dress.

"It's cold!"

I look for something to wear over it, but there's only a coat in the dresser.

"Is it not alright to wear a coat?"

Payshence's memory makes me retract my hand from reaching for the coat.

"There should be a fireplace in the dining room."

Staying in a cold room won't fill my stomach. I was about to head straight to the dining room when Payshence intervened.

"I must make the bed! And fold the nightgown, storing it in the dresser."

This would normally be a maid's job, I thought bitterly, but there's only Mary. She must be busy taking care of my angelic brothers.

Payshence, being a poor noblewoman, was accustomed to making her bed. And since the blankets are thin, it was easy.

Finally allowed to go, I hurry to the dining room. With Payshence's memories guiding me, I don't get lost. Despite the poverty, the mansion is large, and I descend the gently spiraling staircase to the first-floor dining room.

"Good morning."

My father, William, was reading the newspaper at the dining table. The room is warmer than the bedroom, thanks to a small fire in the fireplace.

"Payshence, good morning. Are you feeling better?"

William, with his brown hair mixed with white and his pale gray eyes, looked up from his newspaper with concern.

"Yes, Father. I apologize for worrying you."

I feel a fondness for my elegant-looking father, though it's clear he lacks practical living skills. William, though not as much as Payshence, is thin, and his jacket sleeves are worn through. I feel a pang in my heart, whether from Payshence's memories or my own, wishing I could give him a warmer jacket.

"Father, sister, good morning."

My brothers, led by Mary, came into the dining

room. They're truly angelic!

"Nasius, Henry! Good morning."

"Sister, are you alright now?"

Nasius, with his brown hair and gray eyes, resembles our father. I hope he doesn't inherit the lack of practical skills.

"Yes, Nasius. Thank you."

I kiss Nasius on the cheek, genuinely happy. Payshence doesn't stop me, so it must be a morning ritual.

"Then, sister, can we play?"

Henry, with blond hair and blue eyes like mine, must resemble our mother. I'll have to make sure he doesn't die young.

"Yes, let's play."

I lift Henry and kiss his cheek. Ah, happiness!!

This happiness was short-lived.

"Yuck!"

The breakfast is a thin vegetable soup with barely any flavor and a slice of hard bread. Payshence doesn't need a diet.

And to only be able to offer such a breakfast to my growing brothers is terrible.

But, with Payshence's ingrained elegance, I slowly sip the soup. It's flavorless, though. I need to find out if Eva, the cook, is just bad at cooking or if the household's finances are so dire that this is all we can afford.