BERTRANMIGRATED TO BE A VILLAIN IN THE NOVEL
CHAPTER 8. I LOVE THIS WORLD

The advantage of being a grand duke's daughter is that I am subjected to many bribes. Most of my gorgeous jewelry and jewelry collection are gifts from desperate nobles, wanting to please me and in turn, Dad. 

I generously accepted their offerings and helped with their help, thus indebted to them and encouraged others to be my allies. Among the gifts, my favorite are always things touched with magic. 

Maybe it had something to do with the bland world I lived in before, but magic really fascinated and delighted me. It wasn't something big, just a little trinkets like a necklace with a pendant that seemed to contain shards of the night sky, a jewelry box that could only be opened with my touch, or a magic mirror that captured memories. 

There are also simpler everyday pleasantries. I was lucky to see a dragon flying overhead a few times, and our piano had the ability to inspire or calm down. Many of my dresses are sewn with spells that make them sparkle in the right way, and our roses, growing under charm, have the most beautiful yet unnatural fragrance that is perfect for criminals. 

This afternoon, I was embroidering a handkerchief in my favorite sitting room when Dad came in, holding a wrapped box and smiling brightly. 

"My sweet Valentine, do you want to know what's in the box?"

"What's that?"

I put down my work and got up to meet him. He lifted the box above his head and chuckled as I tried to grab it, jumping. Finally, I pouted and fell back onto the sofa. He laughed and sat down beside me. 

“Ayo, open. Marquis Tennesley just sent it, and I think you'll really like it.”

Father handed the box to me and I opened the package excitedly. The final object is a small and ornate music box, which is very well carved. I admired the outside before opening it, and flinched. 

"Dad! Oh thank you!"

It contained a small but amazing statue of a figure that bore a perfect resemblance to me, or at least how I imagined I would look in a few years. She wore a brilliant red dress and danced gracefully and the perfect fluidity that only charm could produce when music was played. 

There were four pairs, one on each side of the box, one with black hair, one with brown, one with blonde, and one with silver. They all waited and danced alternately with the girl, and although their features were not clear enough for their identity to become clear and the possibility of the handyman meant nothing, this pleased me a lot. It was like a sign from God that all the male leads would be mine. 

I smiled and kissed my forehead. 

"If it'll please you this much, I'll choose the sun and the moon for you."

These words brought a pause for my pleasure and a little pain in my heart. 

"Thank you dad. Thank you very much, but I will not ask for sun or moon.”

At my sudden change in calmness, Dad looked worried. He quickly changed the subject. 

“Looks like I should thank Marquis Tennesley next time I see him. He's just smart in things like this.”

I put a pipe. The marquis' daughter is Annalise, one of my best friends and a loyal follower of the novel. Both the father and daughter were not very intelligent, but were good at socializing and loyal to death, literally. 

“He's a good person. We can trust him.” Father seemed to be amused at my suggestion, even though he nodded. We chatted more about the affairs of the palace and which nobles we respected, before he left for work. 

I listened and watched the music box all afternoon, because unfortunately the entertainment in this world is a little less. In addition, the song he played was the most enchanting and mesmerizing song I have ever heard. Soon, I had the desire to learn how to play it. 

Among my collection, there is a quill pen that can write down anything it hears. I don't know if it applies to music, but I still try it. The magic proved to be amazing and I soon had the song on sheet music. 

After dinner, I headed to the piano, and started practicing. 

In my past life, I started playing the piano when I was four, like most other little girls my age. I did love it, at first, until the only goal was to achieve certification and the music could no longer give me pleasure. I stopped when I was fourteen, after I had passed the level my parents considered sufficient, and I barely touched it again before I died. It has become something I hate. 

In this life, my Mom and my nanny started teaching me the piano as soon as I could sit on the bench without falling down. Mom is known to be brilliant in music and I inherited her talent. It was strange to be able to enjoy it without worry, to be freely praised and forgiven even if I messed up. It was the most pleasant feeling in the world. 

My fingers are dancing on those keys. A picture came to me, a beautiful sight. I danced very gracefully with the male lead, who was watching me, just for me. They love me. Everybody loves me. 

I flinched as I missed the key and let out a horrible voice, expecting a loud reprimand from my elderly mother or a disapproving comment from my old father, but no one came. Instead, Mom waltzed into the room, Dad and Damian behind her. 

“Honey, it's beautiful!”

“You inherited your mother's talent. I'm so proud of you!”

“Val, you are amazing!”

Suddenly, tears came into my eyes and flowed down my face before I could stop it. My family rushed to my side, asking what was wrong. I smiled and hugged them.

"There's nothing. I love you so much."