Chapter 4 His Secret
"Are you interested in her?"
"Isn't this someone who can't help but be interested?"
"You say that even though you know that's not what you mean."
After locking the spelling in the villa prison, Lucien arrived at the office and exchanged opinions with Shartus.
He was honestly surprised by the situation.
He still vividly saw her volunteering to catch the spy herself.
Black hair and blue eyes. Dressed in a maid's suit. Roan had a strategist's face instead of a shameless smile.
He had no choice but to admit that. This fact is the only solution.
This poisoning plot should not be known to others. At least until they found out who was behind the conspiracy, they had to keep it out of the spotlight.
Just as the conspiracy was secret, those who found out about it must also act secretly. Therefore, Lucen and Hostang, which attracted a lot of attention, could not step forward.
The other characters could not even be trusted. They don't know who the spy was bought by.
'Did you know how to handle a sword?'
'I've never even held it.'
'Or even martial arts?'
'I've done a little bit of witchcraft.'
Even though she said something ridiculous, Roan had a cold expression. She affirmed that if she were a straw, she would be a steel straw.
No one would suspect anything, and since it was a surprise attack, he would have to comply with her demands, since she was not a veteran of martial arts.
Lucen dismissed the offer, saying it was dangerous. Even if it wasn't for Roan's sake, her immediate death would have been problematic. She was the one who had the most access to information.
In the first place, he couldn't understand why Roan volunteered to do such a dangerous job. This was all the more so because he had heard that she had signed a contract with Shartus to guarantee her life.
And Shartus allowed it. Staring straight into her burning eyes.
***
“Isn’t it similar?”
"..."
"You must have felt it. I know from your attitude, Lucen."
Lucen smiled bitterly. His heart was beating from the moment he had told Hostang. Not excitement or palpitations, but anxiety.
Shaman. It is now difficult to find in Kartazen. Lucen didn't even know if they remained in Kartazen.
He didn't want to meet them. On the contrary, he hoped that he would never see them for the rest of his life.
The shamans he encountered were judged to be witches and burned at the stake, or hanged; they were all horrific corpses.
So this is the first time she ever met a living shaman.
He knew why Shartus had signed her contract.
The situation was so suitable. A conspiracy against the lord. However, that alone does not mean that his lord will make anyone a vassal.
Roan may not know this, but it was the first time in seven years that the number of people around Shartus increased. It was also the first time that Shartus continued to smile.
Intriguing. The irresistible Interest must have caught his attention. Just like Lucen did.
When Shartus said he needed a meeting, Lucen went to find Roan, even to the east gate. It was voluntary.
She resembled him.
They held their breath for some reason, and they acted accordingly. The given background tightens their breath.
He recalled the background of his rise to become Shartus's lieutenant.
As Shartus grew up, he stopped getting close to people, and the reason why he met so many women in the process. They had the same but different goals.
There was only one difference between them and Roan. It is not to hide oneself by holding one's breath, but to squeeze through a narrow gap and find a way out.
"Don't worry."
Shartus declared, drawing his weapon from its scabbard. With a slurp, the polished weapon gleamed with a silvery sheen.
Shartus, who had an inhumanly cold expression, looked into the air. The place he was looking at was the place where Roan presented the contract.
"What do you think will not happen. I have no intention of reaching out any further."
When someone desperately sought something, their blue eyes were quite impressive. From start to finish, it could be said that they were someone who never existed in his life.
So, naturally, he was intrigued. Chartus knew what Lucien meant. Sometimes, he would glance at Roan, who stood before him.
There was no way that Lucen would not have known what he felt.
He recalled his father, Aventua, and the royal family members who had lived in his childhood, before finally recalling Eswar. A cold smile filled his lips.
"You can't put a bird in a cage that risks its life for freedom."
At this point, it can be said that it is a consideration that comes purely from goodwill.
Shartus kept thinking of the shaman he'd been eyeing. He chuckled. How firm was her resolve?
It was not known whether it would be maintained.
It has been a long-standing human habit to be blinded by flames.
As if to hide his complicated feelings, Shartus added briefly.
"Isn't it the cursed royal family?"
Lucen closed his eyes heavily.
***
"Wake up!"
Cold water poured down her face. Rosentine, who had been struck by lightning out of nowhere, woke up in anger
'Is it a nightmare?'
Unable to feel real, Rosentine blinked a few times.
In front of her, Moren stood triumphantly. Judging from the fact that the cup of water was in her hand, the person who sprayed Rosentine with water must have been Moren.
Still dumbfounded, she only pouted.
'It's the first time this has happened.'
Such a thought crossed her mind.
From the first meeting until now, she felt that she had mastered creating something truly unrealistic.
"What is this?"
Rosentine said blankly, wiping the water from her face. Her senses were gradually returning, and she was getting angry.
Is it sane to spray water while sleeping? Rosentine never dreamed that the face she would see when she woke up was Moren.
Rosentine and Moren's room was a little far away from the hostel where the maids were staying. Of course, it was a place where the new maids lived, so it wasn't too far.
However, she never thought that Moren would want to see her in the morning.
'You didn't wash the rags?'
At that time, the day she returned after meeting Lucen for the first time, Rosentine encountered Moren's face, which did not disappoint her expectations at all.
It seemed that the senior maid had been scolding her for a long time, as if she was in a bad mood that day.
Luckily, Moren's senior was known to be the most.
They said that she was a person who was so precise in handling things that she really didn't want to have a boss.
This was also something she heard in the kitchen.
'I don't think I'll be able to even look at the food from now on!'
The level was truly low. Moren shouted venomously, her eyes reddened as if she'd been crying. Even if she called it venomous, it was now a look that was unsightly.
Thanks to this, during the three days to obtain information about the poison cup, Rosentine stopped by the kitchen most often. She was proud of herself for being very diligent.
The reason for not being able to sleep included what Moren had done.
She'll investigate the ghosts, stop by the kitchen to get acquainted with them and get something to eat, and she'll pay back for Moren's harassment in between.
To do so, she even poured the water she had used to wash the mop over it. And the maid's uniform ended up completely in Moren's hands. Moren had to find her pillow in the mop bucket. That's when she burst into tears.
She had lived as a haunted child for more than twenty years. That was ridiculous for Rosentine, but to be honest, there was no dog fight.
Rosentine wiped the water off her face. Moren, who received her gaze, was embarrassed and put her hand on her waist again.
"It's not good, but this is what the head maid told me to do. It's urgent, so she told me to put water on your face!"
"You might as well say you hate me," Rosentine said, unable to hide his bursting laughter.
She doesn't know if they'll fight, but Moren is hiding behind what she's told to do and being confident. The fear of retaliation was obvious to Rosentine.
Moren's face flushed slightly at Rosentine's reaction, which was clearly a look of disbelief.
"Uh, anyway! I told you to come down. If you behave stubbornly, will you be cut off right away?"
Rosentine sighed. In the meantime, Moren quickly left the room.
'After all, the bed must be good.'
Controlling his displeasure, Rosentine had such thoughts in a daze.
It was yesterday that she stopped the poison cup's plot.
Even after she finished the work, she returned to the kitchen and showed her face as a maid. Unfortunately, she was busy with work, and few people seemed to find out that she was missing.
Rosentine continued to think about the plot after returning to the room. She has to plan the next task to get things done faster than the enemy.
Fatigue came over. She hoped she could sleep soundly tonight.
"Young Lady Arolne is asking you to guide her for the time being."
Until she heard the maid's words.
Next to her, who was extremely polite, was a woman from an aristocratic family wearing a fancy dress, flipping a fan. She was a woman with red lips and an impressive charm on the side.
"You're beautiful."
The moment she thought so, she realized that she had seen Arolne somewhere.
Count Mulde's beautiful daughter, Arolne Mulde. Her face is beautiful, but the rumors around her are not very good. Rosentine blinked.
She rolled her pouting head. So, this time, the maid's role has changed to a guide.
Rosentine recalled the princess-making game she'd played in Korea. In terms of nurturing games, it was like building up your stamina by doing farm work and then becoming a tutor. Of course, except that the person who promoted her had dark intentions.
"Roan. You said you were His Highness Shartus new dedicated maid, right?"
She was a bewitching type, Arolne. Every time she spoke, there was a strong scent of roses. Rosentine thought as she endured the dizziness in her head from the scent.
'As expected.'
At the same time, she remembered where she had seen Arolne. She was the woman who had taken Shartus' side at a ball one day.
A weak smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Rumors seemed to be fast. And even faster than that was the young lady of a Count's ability to act.
'It's not bad.'
It was obvious that Arolne's intentions were obvious. At the same time, searching for Shartus' dedicated maid who entered without knowing who she was, she also extracted any information from the maid.
Perhaps the female lady who was favored by Shartus became a handmaid, so she was called Rosentine.
Even if it wasn't for that, she would have thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea to get information from someone close to Shartus who was lower in status than her.
When it comes to a dedicated maid, she usually knows her master's preferences well.
'It's about winning favor.'
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