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I have so far I had Maltese, no maids, and grasped a few facts.
First, Amelia is using the Duke’s annex alone.
It is said that it has been so since the Duke and Duchess were alive, and there were especially pretty flowers and trees in front of the annex, proving that she is the youngest and adorned daughter.
Though they are the Duke’s family, they were once a harmonious family.
The second son of this family, Amelia’s second brother, will be a wizard. He left their home 10 years ago. Therefore, the love for the youngest child of the Duke and his wife must have been more special.
But after such a couple died early, and Amelia suddenly disappeared five years ago, the duchy is simply in catastrophe.
After a while, Bastian was left alone, and it felt like he was walking on thin ice.
The maids shook their shoulders.
“He didn’t even smile once, and I was so scared.”
“I don’t know how many times the maids have been changed.”
“Thinking back then, I’m really-…”
No wonder the knights who came to pick me up didn’t seem to know my face. It seems that the replacement of the knights has been completed all at once.
Of course I am well aware that this alteration was actually done at the tip of the Bastian’s sword.
[T/n: It is said in metaphoric expression as if it is said by Bastian’s command.]
Why would they have been changed though? I’ll really kill them all.
Ambiguously, the people of this annex stayed the same while the other staff of the mansion changed several times. It is said that Bastian did not interfere as much in this annex.
Among them, Monica, the chief maid of the annex, was a former maid on the periphery and is the one who had been in charge of small administration while Amelia was away.
I thought she was charismatic. She is not just a bluff that came out for nothing.
When I heard the story, I asked why she didn’t leave here, and someone replied.
“We believed that you would come back!”
To be honest, my nose has been stuffed in this part.
The more I knew, the worse Amelia’s situation was.
One of my older brothers is psycho, one has run away from home, and there is also an unknown disappearance case and a commoner cosplayer going on.
At this point, I became curious about the writer’s mind.
Isn’t it too little to mention a couple of lines in this work without conscience?
Why did you keep this setting to yourself, writer? If you’re going to make me the extra, make the narrative more normal. Or could you set it up a better work, please?
While I curse the Creator so often, the maids are busy keeping my body washed.
They brought hot water, lathered me with massage sponges, and put on all kinds of packs.
“Ma’am, this was your favorite bath bomb. At least smell the scent…”
“This is your favorite lavender foam. Do you remember? ”
They continuously ask me in the middle of the night.
After taking a bath, my whole body felt soft. My skin was glossy. It was different from when I washed myself roughly in the eastern village.
Even before my admiration session was over, the maids clung to me and began to dry myself with utmost care.
When I combed my hair and put perfume on my arms and legs, I fell asleep. I dozed off and woke up repeatedly due to their soft touch.
But peace didn’t last long. It was because of the maid who opened the door the next moment.
“Ma’am, the Duke is on his way to the annex.”
The feeling of me being rich just now subsided.
“That crazy… No, the Duke?
“Yes, miss.”
“Why is he coming this instant?”
I asked with all my heart.
Why?
Too soon?
It’s been an hour since I came here.
I remembered the back of the knights I was leaving a moment ago.
I’ve been recognizing them since they kidnapped me quickly, but they’ve been flying more than necessary.
Well, it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a temporary job.
But that isn’t very good news for me.
“Sigh.”
No, man. If you’ve heard the report, you’ll be a day or two, and you’ll be here. Why so fast? Duke. No, man. If you heard the report, you’d be playing around and procrastinate for a day or two right? Why are you in such a hurry? Don’t you have anything to do, Duke?
I looked around at the cute little maids around me.
I’m sorry to tell you guys but I am heretic. I didn’t realize you guys were even more mild.
The noisy Maltese are going to lose their owners again a day after they returned. What should I do?
“Congratulations, miss!”
Then I came to my senses with a sudden voice.
“Huh?”
“Finally, you’re meeting the Duke!”
I cried because of the kindness of keeping me to my death and check my ears as if I hadn’t heard anything.
“Yes, I heard you.”
“You must be so happy!”
“You probably missed him!”
“I can’t believe I’m seeing you two together again!”
“Oh, I’m so thrilled that I’m about to cry.”
It is clear that the God had taken away the wits of the maids of the annex instead of keeping their loyalty towards me.
Come on, we were just having a good time.
“Oh no, I haven’t seen you in a long time!”
“You haven’t been to the annex in a while.”
“I feel like my heart is beating a little.”
“Heart beats is natural, Irene. If you don’t run, you’ll die.”
“There’s no one comparable to our Duke. How sweet and sweet he is!”
“You came back, and the Duke visits the annex. Isn’t this a double celebration?”
“Shall we have a party tonight?”
Guys?
I don’t feel good right now.
I’m still here.
“Lady Amelia is probably happy, too!”
“No, I don’t…”
“Of course! I knew you would!”
You just didn’t listen to me.
The maids, being excited among themselves, made a fuss.
I quietly wrapped my head in between, feeling the soft sheets.
“Ha…”
I forgot for a second.
That Bastian has the face of an angel externally.
Bastian Cedric is a thoroughly social people. One couldn’t find any gaps.
Thanks to his succession lessons since he was young, he has learned the art of life and death.
Moreover, he has excelled in image management since birth.
Nobles, commoners alike, he is very polite. Even the aristocrats who were sought for their own lives, he treated them with a consistent attitude.
Many people praised Bastian in unison.
How many years have he been the most loyal to the capital?
Moreover, how calm and premeditated this psychopathic subject was, he had never been caught before he kidnapped the heroine while killing people.
A man died at the duchy, and only the maids in the annex didn’t know could explain his thoroughness.
I’ve read the book and I know he’s gone mad a long time ago, but people here can’t tell the truth.
Perhaps if I reveal in this situation, “Bastian is a psycho who kills people!” the maids will throw me in a mental hospital without hesitation.
“The lady has gone crazy!”
While doing it.
I am living alone huh? There’s no one on my side.
“Sigh.”
No matter how much oblivious they are, how can anyone not know what Bastian is?
Of course, not everyone didn’t doubt him.
Marquis Pluto, who is keeping Bastian in check, and once attempted to dig into his stuff.
What happened? Bastian tore the Marquis’ neck straight away.
In the late night, he broke through his tight security, stabbed the Marquis himself, and returned leisurely.
The dead have no words.
That was Bastian’s favorite phrase.
The next day when the marquis died, no one caught the culprit. It was as neat and private as that.
It would be understandable if it had been done at that point, but Bastian didn’t stop there.
The dork acted as a sad stranger and even attended the marquis’ funeral.
“He used to care for me a lot when I was young, and it breaks my heart.”
Marquis Pluto had a history of trying to poison Bastian when he was five.
“What a crazy man…”
“What did you say, miss?”
“No, do what you’re doing.”
I don’t know if he’s just a psychopath or a smart guy.
After thinking for a moment, I quickly concluded.
Both of them, I guess.
I been thinking too much.
While I am being serious, the arriving but tactless maids chatted and even asked me what clothes I should wear.
“Would a three-quarter sleeved evening dress be good? Or should I choose a more fancy dress since it’s been a while since he saw you?”
“You’ve grown a lot, so I’ve only bought a few of them. I’ll have to call a tailor soon.”
“Of course my lady will pull off whatever she wears!”
Yeah, what do you guys know?
After half giving up, I said anything was okay, and this time they rubbed their tears with their sleeves.
“Oh, I can’t believe I can dress you up again. I can’t believe it…”
“Hey, why are you crying on a fine good day, huh?”
Oh, my. I feel sad, too.
If I die at the hands of that psycho, you will all cry more than that.
Then I laid everything down and looked at the children aloof over the mirror.
This time, someone brought a large jewelry box with head ornaments.
There was another scuffle. This one is pretty, that pin is also pretty, and it was all over the place.
“Let’s go with this pumpkin that looks like a lady’s eye?”
“Hey, of course Ruby should be in the outfit!”
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