Chapter: 14
Born into a family of watchmakers that had repaired the watches of the Loire royal family and nobles for generations, Emily inherited the skills of her ancestors.
No, it was beyond simply inheriting them.
She created machines that had never existed in the world before.
However, her great achievements would only be revealed after her death.
Because her twin older brother not only stole Emilyâs accomplishments and claimed them as his own, but also used them to enter the Hall of Fame of the Royal Science Academy.
If it had not been for a descendant who eventually felt guilty and revealed the truth, and if it had not been for the mark she secretly hid, Emily probably would have died unable to close her eyes even after death because of her injustice.
âBut this time will be different. Emily, I need you.â
I knew very well how empty it felt to do all the hard work yourself, only for someone else to receive the praise and even take credit for it.
âAn automaton that I cherish broke. Could you repair it? It was made here.â
Camille subtly handed over a business card with the name Charmeuse written on it.
Ah.
I was so rushed that I hadnât even introduced myself.
The thing I brought was a doll of a writing girl that Father had given me as a birthday present.
At first glance, the doll looked no different from an ordinary porcelain doll.
However, hidden beneath the silk clothing was not a cotton body, but thousands of delicate mechanical gears.
When the mechanism was wound, the doll moved its arm and wrote the sentence:
âHappy birthday.â
It was an excessively luxurious gift for a young daughter.
âOh my! This doll is something I sold. I remember it clearly.â
âReally?â
Of course she remembered.
After all, Emily was the person who created this doll.
âFather gave it to me as a birthday present, but I think it broke because it doesnât write anything anymore. Itâs something very precious to meâŠâ
As I trailed off and lowered my gaze, a gentle voice comforted me.
âOh dear⊠You must have been very upset.â
âYeahâŠâ
This was not a lie.
Even though I knew it could be repaired, when it came time to actually break it with my own hands, my hands had trembled.
âCould you wait a moment? Emily should take a look at it.â
While waiting for Emily, who disappeared into the workshop, Antoine and I slowly looked around at the clocks and various mechanical devices filling the store.
On the display shelves, luxurious creations made with generous amounts of gold, silver, and jewels sparkled.
A swan that moved its long elegant neck to drink water.
A noblewoman that played music when a punched card was inserted.
A knight holding a sword and fighting.
A clock shaped like a house with a brown roof where a cuckoo popped out exactly on the hour.
The delicate machines, whose creation process and operating principles were impossible to even guess, went beyond simply being fascinating.
They inspired awe.
Antoine was also at the age where he was naturally interested in things like this, so his fingertips kept twitching.
Hey, Antoine.
No.
Put your hands down.
So Emily made all of these.
And she had to watch with her own eyes as the praise that rightfully belonged to her was stolen away!
Seeing the countless certificates and medals hanging on the wall, each with Emilyâs name written on them, made my chest feel so frustrated that I almost burst with anger.
âWait, you said only the Charmeuse Viscountâs children came? Then why are you calling me out? Donât you know Iâm busy?â
âEmily! What kind of attitude is that toward guests?â
âTch. Itâs probably just some cheap toy they want repaired anyway⊠Ah, youâve been waiting a long time, havenât you? I am Emily, the greatest watchmaker on this workshop street.â
I heard everything.
Idiot.
Unfortunately, the cloth curtain separating the workshop was far too thin to block his voice.
âLetâs see⊠You said your precious automaton broke? Hmm, hmm. OhâŠâ
It would later be revealed that, unlike Emily, Emilâs skills were merely enough to make a living as an ordinary watchmaker.
He was nowhere near skilled enough to run a workshop on this street.
However, judging only by his expression while inspecting the automaton, Emil looked like he deserved to have a statue erected in front of the Hall of Fame tomorrow.
âCan you fix it?â
âHa! Are you doubting me right now? Something like this could be repaired even by the receptionist of our workshop, so thereâs no need to worry.â
âThen canât you just leave it to Emily from the beginning?â
âWh-what? Hahaha, what a joke. I mean, thatâs just how people say things.â
âReallyâŠ?â
What should I do?
I wasnât joking.
They said repairing the automaton would take about a week.
They would contact me if it was finished earlier, so now all I had to do was wait patiently.
âWhat? You want me to leave it to you from the beginning? Ha! Youâre just a child who doesnât know anything!â
When Emil returned to the workshop, he immediately threw off his apron and exploded in anger.
There was no way he could refuse a request from the Charmeuse Viscount family, who had recently been making great profits through Eastern trade.
However, the moment he actually faced the machine, his mind went blank because he had no idea where to begin.
âDamn it⊠Hey! Emily!â
But there was always a solution.
If even the receptionist could repair it, then the receptionist could do it.
Just like always.
âTwo days will be enough, right?â
âTwo days? N-no, I canât. I still havenât finished repairing the farming machines⊠Those need to be done first.â
âAre you talking back to the master craftsman right now? Are you joking? Canât you tell whatâs more urgent?â
Of course the farming machines were more urgent.
Emily bit her lip and silently disagreed.
Wasnât it obvious which was more important between a childâs toy and farming equipment that tenant farmers absolutely needed for their work?
Machines existed to improve peopleâs lives.
They should not be consumed merely as entertainment or amusement.
At least, that was what Emily believed.
However, her twin brother Emil seemed to think differently.
He removed practical functions and replaced them with gold, silver, jewels, and decorations.
Naturally, the price became so expensive that ordinary people could not even dream of buying them.
Meanwhile, their functions became simpler.
People in the guild had already begun quietly saying that Tonel Workshop should become a jewelry store instead of a watchmaker.
But Emily was the only one who did not know.
âYou should be grateful that youâre lucky. Where else would there be an older brother who lets his younger sister, who would otherwise spend her entire life as a receptionist before getting married, handle work? You understand how much I trust you, right? Be thankful for this opportunity!â
And he was right in one sense.
Her grandfather and father allowed their cute granddaughter and daughter to play around in the workshop.
But they never allowed her to work there as an actual employee until the very end.
The reason she could still touch machines and study their principles like this was entirely because Emil allowed it.
In the end, Emily had no choice but to adjust the repair schedule.
ââŠFine. Iâll finish it as quickly as possible.â
Returning to the corner of the workshop, Emily removed her receptionist apron and changed into her old, dirty work apron.
âThen, wouldnât it be better to leave it to Emily from the beginning?â
For some reason, the serious expression and clear voice of the Charmeuse Viscountâs daughter remained especially vivid in her ears today.
âThatâs right⊠If only that could really happenâŠâ
With a sigh, Emily continued her work.
When she disassembled the automaton, a familiar mark engraved between the gears was revealed.
The only proof that she had created it.
A mark she had secretly carved so that no one, not even Emil, would discover it.
Tracing the mark with her fingertips, Emily swallowed a sigh.
Would the day ever come when she could open a workshop under her own name instead of Emilâs?
Would the day ever come when this mark became proof?
âHmm?â
Letâs stop thinking useless thoughts.
As Emily focused again and examined the automaton, she noticed the cause of the malfunction.






