The Tanaka Family Reincarnates: Volume 3 Part 1 by Choco

Author:Choco
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Light Novel, partial, comedy, isekai, reincarnation, family, light-hearted, female protagonist, insects, low fantasy, High society, Cats
Publisher: J-Novel Club (generated)

Chapter 39: The Etiquette Demon

My mother was a strict woman.

“How many times must I tell you, Hilda? Your bow is not deep enough at all.” As the only daughter of a duke, I was subject to my mother’s neuroticisms day after day, though she called it “etiquette lessons.” Even after I’d mastered a subject, she’d go out of her way to nitpick anything I wasn’t doing right. Her current obsession was the angle of my bow.

My father was an important person in politics, so there were plenty of days when he didn’t come home. The servants couldn’t exactly come to my rescue either, so it really was just my mother and me every day. Yet I endured day in and day out, and soon I came of age to attend school.

Though school was a place students could freely choose what subjects they studied, my mother decided all of my courses. Just as mother instructed, I only took classes that would mold me into a perfect wife.

In my advanced etiquette class my third year, I met my dearest mentor. No matter how hard I tried, I could never bow at an angle my mother would accept. Yet by some miracle, I was able to move into the advanced etiquette courses. I thought surely, the teacher of an advanced etiquette class would know the secret to the bow my mother so fervently sought out, so I became quite attached.

“Professor, I can’t get the angle of my bow correct no matter what I do. My mother’s always scolding me for it...”

Professor Anne tucked my long bangs behind my ear. “The most important thing to remember about manners is that you must always be thinking about who you are with, and to carry yourself in a way that does not bring them displeasure. There are so many people out there, and what one person may consider a beautiful bow may be unacceptable to another. Some individuals may even feel differently about the same bow depending on the day as well.”

That described my mother perfectly.

In the morning, she’d scold me for not bowing deeply enough. That evening, I’d try bowing more deeply and she’d be upset that I bowed too low. The next morning, I’d try to bow somewhere in between, and she’d be upset that my bow was too low again. After years of the same thing, I believe I had felt that her standards were malleable somewhere in the recesses of my mind, but I could never talk back to my mother. All I could do was quietly wait for the rage to pass.

“Why can’t you just do as you’re told? How are you such a worthless child? All you have to do is listen to what your mother says! How many times must I tell you these things? If you just do as I say and mind your manners, you’ll find your prince charming in no time!”

Those who believe they’re always right are merciless to those who can tell they’re wrong. Even if my mother had been right, it wouldn’t be worth berating me so thoroughly.

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