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Siron received the report given by Berta and read it.

Although the report written densely in cursive seemed difficult to read, I was able to read the poetry essay without any problem. It is quite funny that a master from a prestigious family has difficulty reading several pieces of paper.

“……”

Just like that, the eyes that were reading the report narrowed. Soon, my eyelids flutter.

A very subtle change.

But no matter how small the change, Berta could not ignore it. She swallowed her saliva as she saw the scary young master in front of her. The bad omen made my body tense.

just as expected.

Clap- Chop-Ack-

Siron tore the paper with a whiff of frost.

Bertha looked bewildered, and Ophelia, who had been serving Siron, carefully picked up the papers lying on the floor.

“Ah……”

A sigh flowed from the woman’s mouth. The report I worked so hard to create was torn in vain.

But I’m glad that’s all.

‘what is the problem?’

Bertha didn’t know why Siron had such a cold look in his eyes. The bigger problem is that the client is in a bad mood than that the report was torn.

As a decent member of society,

You may not think it’s a big deal that all the effort you’ve put in for just a few days will go to waste.

I am already familiar with this experience as I have experienced it many times.

The soft idea of expecting to be rewarded with the results of one’s efforts was gradually abandoned as my brain grew thicker.

but,

Not knowing why you failed can be fatal.

Producing a result that completely meets the client’s requirements means that no matter how hard she tries, she will not be able to produce results that meet his expectations.

The scary master, who saw Bertha chewing her lower lip, opened his mouth with a kind face.

“Berta.”

“Wrong.”

“They say you did something wrong. It’s all my fault.”

A soft voice encourages her. But Bertha could not be relieved. She wasn’t oblivious enough to relax at the mere sound of words.

Words of encouragement flowed mechanically from the scary master’s mouth, whether he knew what she was feeling or not.

“You were very tired. I pushed you too hard. There is no way I would overestimate your abilities. It must have been because of extreme pressure.”

“No. It’s all my fault. If you give me one more chance… I’m sure…”

I wanted to shout with confidence, but unfortunately my voice gradually became smaller and smaller.

No matter how many times I corrected it, I had a feeling that the report would be ruthlessly torn apart.

Bertha’s only consolation was that the pitiful words of not being able to do it came out of her mouth.

The scary master looked at her and tilted his head.

“Really?”

“Yes, just tell us what the problem is, and we will make sure to complete it by the deadline.”

“No. There is no need for that.”

“……I don’t know what it means.”

“Let’s not waste our efforts in vain.”

“?”

Berta had a puzzled expression, but felt that the atmosphere was becoming unusual.

The scary master erased the smile from his face.

“I should have just killed you back then.”

The scary master,

With a scary smile,

He gestured to the scary maid.

“Trash is dead.”

Phuuk-

Bertha’s chest was pierced.

It was so fast I couldn’t even react.

“Wow! Ugh… Ugh…”

however.

“…”

My heart was pierced by a slender hand, but no matter how long I waited, I did not feel any pain.

My consciousness is fine, but my senses are all fuzzy.

Berta slowly looked down at the pierced spot.

‘what.’

There was no blood.

There is no feeling of something hot flowing, nor is there a feeling of elation or exhaustion that comes from pain.

Only then did she realize.

“……Dream.”

Bertha looked vain.

I just realized it was a nightmare,

The surrounding scene began to become increasingly blurry.

The gaping hole in my heart was filled,

I was left alone in a pure white space.

like that.

As my vision gradually becomes darker,

I was able to wake up from a terrible dream.

*

Soggy back.

A hot face.

A strangely stiff neck and back.

I slept face down and my whole body ached.

Berta woke up with a dry cough.

“……”

I rub my feverish face and massage my bleary eyes. It was difficult to open my stiff eyes.

Bertha slowly opened her eyes and turned her head here and there.

The place where she was sitting was the study prepared in the mansion.

I was in the middle of staying up all night retiring from school when the master announced that he would be leaving for the capital tomorrow.

Suddenly, Bertha felt a soft touch on her shoulder.

Sreuk-

What fell from her shoulder was a blanket.

I obviously came here with the intention of staying up all night, but I didn’t know why I was covered with a blanket.

“……Who is it?”

“Who is it?”

Rattling-

Bertha quickly got up from the chair. There was a poem in front of her.

The sight of him resting his hand on his chin and looking at her intently from across the room was no different from the sight he had seen in his dream.

“Ah?!”

Is that why?

Bertha’s voice turned upside down.

“Did you sleep well?”

Siron smiled innocently and greeted her.

There is no particular reason why he smiles.

I didn’t know what kind of nightmare I had that made me moan all the time in my sleep,

The process of a grown woman waking up in shock was so funny that it was almost a shame to watch it alone.

Messy short hair, lipstick smeared with saliva, bloodshot eyes,

It all seemed quite humorous because it didn’t suit her cold and haughty vibe.

“Blanket…”

“You look so tired.”

“……Thank you.”

Bertha sat calmly, looking at Siron.

When I looked down, I saw papers littered all over the desk.

The strangely colored paper has drool marks on it. If this happened, I couldn’t possibly use it for a report.

“Ugh…”

Berta ruffled her hair in frustration.

My body was tired, my eyes were blurry, and on top of that, the report I was writing a while ago was unusable because the ink had smudged due to my saliva.

A total mess.

That brought tears to my eyes.

There have been many times when I wanted to cry, but now I really wanted to cry.

Berta couldn’t bear to show her tears, so she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve.

Even though my eyes were covered, my sharply trained senses sensed someone walking towards me.

The steps I took halfway around the desk were calm and leisurely. Soon, a playful voice reached her ear.

“Hey, are you crying?”

“Oh, no.”

Berta quickly denied it, but her voice was as if it had been submerged in water. I think I should have just ignored it.

I was embarrassed that I had acted like a prick just because I had a nightmare. Even though he had already shown tears once, I thought it was okay since he had just come back from death.

Shiron chuckled and massaged the back of his neck.

‘It’s really varied.’

Moving day was tomorrow, so I came to see if everything was going well, and the person who was most anxious was sleeping and talking in his sleep.

Siron considered himself a good person, so he was kind enough to cover him with a blanket to prevent him from catching a cold.

however,

Didn’t she suddenly wake up and start crying as soon as she saw her face?

under-

Siron sighed deeply. After being possessed, the frequency of sighing strangely increased.

Siron poured lemonade into a cup and handed it to Bertha. Berta blinked sharply and looked at the cup and Siron alternately.

Unlike before, the boy did not tease her.

“Drink this. It’s good.”

“…Thank you.”

Bertha accepted the cup given by Siron with both hands. Siron sat next to Bertha and began organizing papers.

“How far have you gone? Okay, I’ll help you.”

“……”

Although she did not receive the answer she had hoped for, Siron did not reprimand her.

*

On the day of departure, before dawn.

Even though a busy morning was scheduled, Siron could not sleep even a wink. Although my eyes were blurry thanks to drinking stimulants all night long, my growing body craved sleep.

Siron gritted his teeth and opened his eyes because his eyelids kept trying to close.

Sarah-

Sarah-

Even though I covered my mouth and yawned, my hand, which had completely healed the wound, did not stop.

The paper that went through each page was dirty, with ink smeared as if it had been retouched several times.

and,

On the other side of the paper, which looked like a rag with scratched lines, was Bertha, who looked nervous.

“Are you… okay now?”

The way she played with her hair and rolled her eyes back and forth made her look smaller than Siron.

However, she didn’t look tired at all.

“Yes. I think this is enough.”

“Ha… Finally.”

Bertha sank down, feeling liberated that it was finally over.

The first draft she submitted was barely acceptable.

The burning trash, which would have been mistaken for a praise text by someone who didn’t know it, began to take shape as a report only after being edited several times.

The result of the vigil mentioned Siron’s name, who had made the biggest impression at the succession ceremony, only twice, and calmly described Lucia and Siriel passing through the ice with ease.

Siron smiled bitterly and took out the killing part he had kept in his arms.

‘Aggro distribution is perfect.’

Any nobleman with a bit of neck strain would be crazy to look at the paper containing the contents of a secret ceremony that had been held for 500 years.

I just wait for the higher-ups to see it.

Although he was so tired that he felt like he was going to collapse, a proud smile appeared on Siron’s lips.