Rosentine smiled. The day would come when she would speak to the ghost herself.
As expected, the ghosts who didn't recognize her spun around in surprise.
As far as they knew, the only person who recognized them was Arzen's daughter.
The ghosts, their expressions suspicious, finally recognized Rosentine. Among them, one named Ranon was circling the sky.
Rosentine was tired because Ranon looked so happy.
- Oh my god
-Isn't that a cheeky Arzen?
- Are you back? I was bored!
- What is that? It's messy!
The ghosts were still there.
She glanced at the ghosts in their luxurious attire, then glanced at the maid's uniform. Not shabby, she thought. No, perhaps they were referring to her shabby black wig.
She cut off the ghosts' commotion, not wanting to engage in any more complicated conversation.
"Noisy."
Because she's hungry.
"First of all. Can you tell me where there's something to eat?"
"Why are you starving when there are so many great sources here?" Rosentine grinned. She had no intention of filling her stomach with two potatoes.
***
Rosentine was holding a cherry in one hand. It was the result of polishing the ghosts.
Inside the pocket of the maid's dress was buttered bread and some cheese. As she became acquainted with the lady at the restaurant, she exchanged it for cherries.
The ripe red cherries exuded a fresh aroma in her hands.
It was then that Rosentine ran into someone. When she was fiddling with the bulging pouch and smelling cherries.
The man stared at Rosentine rudely. He was a man with long, dark green hair tied neatly together.
"Do you have anything to do with me?"
First of all, she is a handmaid. Rosentine asked, trying to ignore the piercing gaze. If cherries were something he wanted to eat, she was willing to give in a little.
Upon closer inspection, the man was looking at Rosentine with a look of anger. It was a somewhat familiar gaze. Yes, just a while ago. The look in Hostang's eyes was exactly like that.
"What are you doing here? A new dedicated maid."
As expected. The unnamed man knew that Rosentine was a new maid.
Rosentine recognized him at a glance and noticed that this man was deeply connected to Shartus.
Even if she looks at it, the luxurious clothes are neat like those of a bureaucrat rather than those of an aristocrat. Hard, dark clothes that fit the standard.
"Are you an aide?"
The man looked surprised. It was a look that was hard to come out of the scholar's face.
After pausing for a moment, the man immediately put a smile on his face and said hello.
"You are as intelligent as I have heard. How do you do? My name is Lucen Aina."
"It's Roan. I'm embarrassed because you're protecting me so much. I'm just a little bit better."
Rosentine grinned. Whoever the opponent was, if he was a vassal of Shartus, she had to make them feel good. Lusen is free to be confused and misunderstand her.
Lucen frowned and smiled slightly. It looked like he couldn't stop it.
Rosentine knew from his remark that she was clever, that Hostang had told him her story.
Seeing that Lucen noticed this, she could guess that Hostang's evaluation of Rosentine must have been full of criticism without thinking deeply.
"Are you collecting that clue of etiquette?"
She guesses Lucen is not in a normal relationship with Shartus. If he knows about the clues, he also knows about the danger to the Prince.
In other words, Shartus had revealed his danger.
Although he may have seemed foolish, Hostang was also trusted enough to accompany Shartus on his secret journey to Count Herman.
There were usually two arms, so it was clear that Hostang and Lucen Aina were about the left and right arms, respectively.
"No. I'm looking for food."
Rosentine said simply.
Clue collection. Of course, it was a way to stop by the ghost and return, but what is more important than that is the well-being of one's stomach.
Lucen coughed when he saw the cherries in Rosentine's hand. Lucen, who avoided his gaze as if he were in trouble, looked at the dense trees around him for no reason.
"What... Does it work? The dining room is over there, Lady Roan."
"Please call me Roan. Since I am not a lady, I think my dedicated maid should be of a wild nature. The fact that the palace is a place that does not even provide meals is something that even the market rascals would laugh at."
Rosentine replied with a shrug, and Lucen sighed and shook his head. The situation was obvious without looking at it. If he receives such a direct statement, he can no longer pretend not to see it.
Roan's words were deeply embedded in his bones, and she expected to be treated like this by him. It wasn't that his conscience hurt.
If the life of Lucen's master, Shartus, is at stake, no one can trust him deeply. In other words, the Second Prince was now trying his 'heterogeneous chess pieces'.
"He said you would have a hard time."
'I knew, you little worm.'
This was the thought that came to her mind all at once.
Rosentine smiled even brighter and showed her viciousness. She remained calm. She expected this to be the case anyway, and she didn't think that Shartus would test her.
It's just that the two overlapped.
"I am glad that you have achieved his goal, the Prince."
"Yes, you never thought that the new maid would carry food, even my lord. I'll tell you.
Lucen's words were focused on the tone of 'obtaining' and 'carrying' food. Things that the maids of the past could not bear to do with perfect etiquette and pride.
However, Rosentine's pride was in survival itself, and it never included the attention of others.
Rosentine handed a cherry to Lucen, who was showing curiosity and embarrassment.
"And..."
"And you have something to say to me."
She said this while chewing on the bursting cherries. A refreshing fruity aroma wafted from Rosentine's mouth.
Lucen smiled as if he couldn't help but be embarrassed. He seemed to have known what she had to do for a long time, and he was very surprised by Roan's unstoppable attitude. Obviously, she wouldn't have gotten along with the knowledgeable Hostang.
Lucen gladly took one of her cherries and put it in his mouth. His mouth smelled the same refreshing.
As Roan said, it was no coincidence that Lucen met her.
"He told me to show you the study."
"I've been waiting for a long time."
Seeing Roan with a smile on her lips, Lucen understood that his lord had brought a woman who was making a strange noise as a vassal. Also, the Hostang did not react more than grumbling to him.
Roan was a woman who acted as if she had something more than zhe seem.
Something that they must hear.
***
"You came early."
"I was able to meet you on the way."
"You've gained weight for a while."
Shartus's words were clearly directed at Rosentine's bulging clothes. Rosentine smelled of savory butter and the aroma of cherries at the same time.
Shartus smiled faintly. He wondered how she could survive in a place no one wanted to endure. She was now covered in the smell of the kitchen.
Her appearance was something that could not be expected in any corner of his imagination.
"Animals that hoard food naturally gain weight."
Rosentine responded lightly. The answer implied that it was a situation where food had to be stockpiled. Shartus' smile deepened.
Rosentine replied and was in a hurry to find Hostang. Lucen was also a fairly handsome man, but he was not comparable to Shartus.
Unfortunately, there was no Hostang, so Rosentine had no choice but to frown at the cherries she was holding. Rosentine thought she was going to add one more thing to the contract.
Shartus' ban on laughter.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"It seems that you have it."
It was as if she was saying she wouldn't tell anyone what had happened among the maids. She looked up again, her eyes fixed directly on Shartus, their expressions concise.
She would do her own work, and she meant that she would carry out the purpose of her here. Shartus nodded and tapped on the table where he was sitting.
There was a letter with the seal torn off.
Next to Shartus was Lucen, who looked on in surprise at Rosentine's unwavering response to his every word. Even more amused was Rosentine, who, unfazed by Shartus's intensity, continued to respond. Shartus, who was watching the situation with amused amusement, was even more amused.
To be honest, it was creepy. He only raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but Lucen had never seen him smile so long. Even after fifteen years of working for him, he had never seen him smile so long.
"What is the clue?"
It had been about half a day since Rosentine arrived at the palace, and it was difficult to bring anything in that time. She had been out of the laundry room for less than two hours.
But Shartus was asking for more, and Rosentine nodded as if it were a matter of course.
"Let me see the letter first."
“As long as it happens.”
"What did you think?"
"I guess I should say something. What do you think I thought?"
It was a good question. Shartus pushed the letter to Rosentine with the tip of the platinum paper knife that opened the envelope.
The letter landed at the end of the desk where Rosentine was standing. The envelope was sticking out, as if begging to be opened immediately.
Rosentine bit back a smile. It was a gentle smile that gently dispelled the irritation that had welled up within him.
'You're taking the test very openly now.'
Rosentine wondered if he had made a fool of her. Once again, the job she volunteered for was a detective, but looking at the current situation, she was working as a servant and even undergoing a pressure interview.
Rosentine often seemed to be called a bright person. Once again, she volunteered for the job of detective, but judging by her current situation, she was being subjected to a pressure interview on top of being a servant.
That too to that undefeated knight.
Count Almert's handwriting was thin and sharp.
She began to read the letter slowly. Lucen and Shartus were looking at Rosentine.
[ I humbly send this letter to your wise Second Prince. I hope you will forgive me for contacting you in secret. ]
It's all more moderate than she thought. Rosentine raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise and began reading the rest.
She thinks it might be a letter from a political enemy, warning against expanding power or asking to join hands behind the scenes.
But as she read the flowing handwriting, Rosentine's expression hardened.
Shartus was looking at her with interest. He was, on the other hand, part of the plan Rosentine knew. And this letter was precisely why he predicted a man-made disaster.
[ As we celebrate the birthday of Princess Aventua this year, please do not raise your golden cup. Your Highness, forgive me. There is poison in that cup. ]
It was a planned poisoning.
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