episode_0076

-Square, square.

A rather familiar sound comes from right next to me.

Before long, apples cut into bite-sized pieces were placed on the plate.

‘Meanwhile, I made a few rabbits.’

The daughter of a noble family shows great skill in doing this kind of overtime work herself.

This woman is also very unusual.

Camilla is the exception, most people wouldn’t even touch it.

“I heard you need classes. Aren’t books enough?”

Harnier grumbled and took a piece of apple and ate it.

“If the book had been enough, I wouldn’t have asked you this and that.”

“Huh. I’m so excited.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know how many questions I have been asked by Confucius so far?”

“Why do you have to count something like that…”

Wasak.

Harnier put an apple in my mouth as if to tell me not to respond.

“I can’t fill five fingers. What are you asking me to teach you without even asking five questions?”

“Is it that bad?”

“Of course! Any noble person. No one can understand this page in less than an hour. But if there are less than five questions, what do you need me for?”

When people watch me take notes, they say that it doesn’t seem like they only vaguely understood it.

From a teaching standpoint, I feel very frustrated.

‘Hmm… Is that enough? It wouldn’t be that tight for a high school senior taking the college entrance exam.’

I thought about that as I finished chewing the apple in my mouth.

“Ugh. Still, thanks to this, the time to be bitten at the marquis’ residence has been reduced a bit. I’ll just go now.”

“Why are you going?”

“Yes?”

“I heard you’re being ripped off at the Marquis’s residence. If that’s the case, it would be better to stay here. There is also a good cause.”

“No, that’s right…”

Purple eyes wandered here and there.

“You wouldn’t say something in the name of staying with your injured fiance, right? Isn’t that right?”

“…”

“In times like this, we should take advantage of each other. I, too, am not going to see the Duchess because I am being cared for by my fiancee.”

There seemed to be no reason to go back like this, and there was no mention of having to go right away.

I guess I’m starting to worry.

“As my fiancée, I have helped you with the trial, so I will write a letter to the marquis and send it to you saying I will stay one more day. Then nothing will come out.”

After pondering for a moment, Harnier sighed and sat back down in his chair.

And then he asked me carefully.

“Then can I ask you a favor…?”

Seeing her shyly asking for something made me want to tease her for no reason.

“Of course, you will get paid. Right here.”

“What is it?”

I chopped the apple with a fork.

and. I immediately shoved it into Harnier’s mouth.

“Woop?”

“How can you cowardly stop talking while feeding an apple? You too, eat it.”

To be honest, it came in so sharply that I thought my uvula would be stabbed. I was a little embarrassed because of that, and I thought I should repay him.

Of course, it’s not like I’m really going to pierce your uvula.

“…”

But, for some reason, no response came back.

Harnier lowered his head and said nothing.

I made some adjustments and stabbed it in… but did it really hit my uvula?

“Are you… okay?”

When I asked that question while scratching my cheek, Harnier lifted his head.

She was trembling and began to approach me with great strides.

“Why are you doing that?”

“This, this…!”

“Uh…? Huh?”

I suddenly sensed a crisis.

This person is serious. If you see your hand raised up there…

‘Are you going to hit me like you did back then…?’

no. What is correct without even knowing the English language?

Let’s at least make an excuse!

“Ho, if I made any mistake…”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that now?!”

“…Yes.”

I really don’t know.

It wasn’t such a big mistake to return the apple you put in your mouth with a fork.

…No, isn’t it?

‘In fact, if there is such a thing as Harnier getting angry when he eats apples…’

Meanwhile, Harnier came one step closer.

I don’t know if it’s my mood, but somehow I feel angrier than before.

“Oh, you don’t know. Yes, you were that kind of person.”

The hand was raised again.

“Then wouldn’t it be okay to just get hit?”

oh. I think other people will fall in love immediately when they see that smile.

Why does it look like a murderous smile to me?

Without realizing it, I slowly took a step back.

I don’t know if it’s my mood, but somehow I feel like I can see the future…?

Before I knew it, I was beyond the bed and all the way to the wall.

I try to make a final excuse.

“Lady Harnier? I’m sick…?”

“No. You are very, very healthy, right? It’s easy to move like this.”

“I feel dizzy and dizzy because I haven’t eaten anything…”

“Apple. You ate it, right? It’s okay because I don’t have an empty stomach.”

“Don’t you feel like you might fall over if you hit it?”

“No? Prince Karssein looks so lively.”

Oh, that doesn’t work…?

…Fucked.

I had a gut feeling.

It was a strong feeling, as if the same palm prints from back then would be engraved on my back.

“Not once, but twice, twice…!”

Haha, let’s just get it right.

…In my experience, it hurts less when I get hit quickly with something like this.

-Wow!

“Ugh!”

The spikes on my back that hit me as soon as I woke up were very spicy.

***

Push profit.

Around the time I heard that sound, heat radiating from my back, Camilla came with a meal.

“Master…? Did something happen here?”

Then Harnier quickly intercepted my answer.

“Nothing happened.”

“Yes…?”

“Nothing happened.”

Camilla was confused as to why Harnier came forward when I was the one being asked, but I couldn’t really answer.

This was because Harnier had his back turned to Camilla and his eyes were open as if telling her not to say anything.

‘I was going to ask Camilla and see if there was anything wrong.’

Their eyes are wide open as if they will never allow that to happen.

…I was sweating profusely.

“Oh, nothing happened.”

“But the young master’s complexion is…”

“Ah, the complexion! are you okay! I guess it’s because it just happened. under. Haha!”

“Yes…?”

Camilla tilted her head again.

“I remember that your complexion wasn’t that bad when you woke up…?”

“Huh? Ah, that’s it! I’m so hungry.”

“…”

Does that make sense?

I couldn’t hear the voice, but Camilla’s eyes seemed to say that.

I know it’s suspicious. Camilla.

But, I can’t help it.

I feel like if I bring up that topic even just a little bit now, there will be another mark of Harnier’s hand on my back.

“Ah, ahaha! I’m hungry. Should I eat now?”

I know you’re suspicious too!

But I don’t think I’ll be able to eat that meal if I get hit by one more firework spike…?

Please notice. Camilla.

Don’t ask what happened.

As I prayed with all my heart, Camilla glanced at me and Harnier for a moment, then silently began preparing the meal.

When I took a quick look at Harnier, the axe eyes had disappeared.

‘I lived, I lived…’

Only then was I able to take a breath and sit down on the chair at the table.

The table set out on the table was not very fancy.

In a way, it’s obvious, but there were people who didn’t know that obvious thing.

In that respect, Camilla was definitely different from Claire.

‘I brought everything that was easy for me to digest.’

In addition, as if to show that the allergy to Kelvia had been verified, they separated a portion of each food on the plate in front of them and even dropped an indicator.

It’s not just simple.

Camilla may have been the person who knew Carcein better than anyone else in this family.

Seeing that Harnier had thoughtfully included food for Harnier in the kit, there was a high possibility that it would be helpful in this chapter as well.

Moreover, Camilla is a maid. Even the location was perfect.

“Let’s go out. Have a nice meal.”

“No. Wait a minute. Camilla.”

“Master?”

I got up from the meal and handed him a letter.

It was a letter addressed to the Marquis Theresia, which I wrote in front of Harnier earlier.

“This is a letter to be sent to the marquis. I wish I could give this to my mother and help her understand the mood.”

“I understand. Master.”

First of all, I needed to know how far the Chapter 2 episode progressed.

The progress window still showed no news, but there was no one better suited than Camilla to dig up information at this time.

Camilla bowed her head and appeared soon after, completely deceiving the eyes by bringing drinks so as not to be suspicious of other family members.

“What happened?”

“That…”

Camilla hesitated a little before answering.

“Young Master said that he plans to attend the Eastern Noble Meeting together as soon as he recovers.”

“…Your mother said that herself?”

“Yes. Master.”

I somehow wondered if it was the tone conveyed by Camilla’s speaking style.

It seemed like Isabella had said that bluntly.

First of all, is it the Eastern Noble Assembly?

If so, the branch has not been determined.

This means that there is a high possibility that the next schedule will be decided in my hands.

“Anything else?”

“You said you would change the picture frame in the central hallway of Duke Vagrand House.”

“If it is the central hallway…”

Harnie also covered his mouth as if he was a little surprised.

The paintings in the central hallway were family photos.

And it’s not just the image of Karssein who caused the problem at the time.

‘Doing things that are visible.’

okay. Well, feel free to change it.

The duke’s mine is yours, so I won’t get involved in that.

‘The most important thing to me right now is where Chapter 2 will start from.’

I got up from the meal and took out a note and a map.

A map was sketched out on the map, and once it was finished, I handed it out to Camilla.

And finally, this time Emma gathered up the remaining money she had embezzled and handed it over.

“Please go to this place and perform the tasks contained therein. I won’t care how much money it costs there, so spend it to your heart’s content.”

“…Boy.”

Camilla glanced at Harnier.

As expected, he is meticulous. Perhaps he was conscious that his fiancée might be upset after hearing such an important story.

“I see. This maid is Camilla, and there was a reason why you asked me to send my letter this way.”

Harnier seemed relieved to see this.

“You don’t have to worry. This engagement is a contract engagement in which both parties pledged a jewel of oath.”

“Contract… Engagement?”

“Yes. It’s a relationship where we help each other to achieve our goals. So you don’t have to worry too much.”

“It’s just as Lady Harnier said. Camilla.”

As I nodded my head in the affirmative, my wariness disappeared.

He even asks for forgiveness for his doubts. He even had the right mindset as a noble, so he advised Harnie to raise his head quickly, saying it was okay.

After a few more words of conversation, the two men were alone again, and Harnier smiled brightly and asked me.

“It’s been a while since I felt that way. That kind of correct caution. Moreover, her dignity is not that of a maid.”

“Camilla was originally a noblewoman.”

“Oh my, is that so?”

“Yes. I gave up my status because of my mother’s illness.”

“I see. Somehow, the elegance didn’t fade.”

After being convinced, he glanced at me and muttered something.

“Yes?”

“It’s nothing.”

I don’t know what he said.

However, at first glance, Harnier’s face seemed quite bright.

I don’t know what it is, but I don’t think I’ll ever get hit like before.

***

Night had already arrived.

With Carcein’s help, Harnier felt a brief sense of liberation at the Marquis’s residence, and was able to slightly change his thoughts about meal times with others, which he always hated.

The meal itself was a conversation where only a few questions and answers were exchanged, but thanks to that, Harnier was confident.

I was really lucky to catch this guy and sign a contract.

‘Do you know what, Carcein? ‘It’s rare to see someone who looks like that.’

Camilla’s eyes are still clear.

Those eyes, which were very wary and suspicious that the owner’s secret instructions might be leaked out, were not at the level of simply encouraging conciliation or suggestions.

‘It’s loyalty. And you must have shown great mercy to that maid.’

For Camilla, Carcein was not just a worthy host, but a lifelong benefactor.

So I was lucky.

He was a good person.

To the point where I wanted to say something to my past self, wondering what would happen if I was a villain.

“Then, I should also pay for the help, right?”

Before going to bed in the guest room where Heron had guided her, Harnier picked up a pen and began writing a letter.

[To Mina. ]

[I’m sorry for asking you so suddenly. mina. ]

[Could you do some research on the Chatrene territory? ]

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