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Chapter 13 Part 3
"Call
Henrietta. Right now!"
.
.
.
Quickly
the butler bowed his head toward him and then left the dining hall. The butler
turned his back and let out a short sigh. Alexander just broke the pathetic
knife which was on the table.
Duke's
office is always locked. But when he received the order from Alexander and went
upstairs, he saw the Duke's office door was slightly ajar. That seemed to
indicate that someone had deliberately entered.
I
do not know what happened. I only found out after getting the order. The inside
of the keyhole melted so the key couldn't be put in.
"I
heard you calling, Young Master."
Henrietta
appeared with a face that didn't understand what was going on. Naturally, she
moved, approaching Alexander. Didn't it say that you are my personal maid, but
as soon as you come, how can you go straight to him? Alexander frowned
slightly.
"That's
you?"
He
cut off the chit-chat and directly asked. It was to see Henrietta's reaction.
But Henrietta just widened her eyes slightly, as if not understanding the
situation at all.
"Say
it!"
"......Eh!
R-Right. As I said, I found that book in Mister Adrian's room."
"No,
that's not it."
"Yes?
Then what......"
Henrietta
blinked her round eyes and looked alternately at Alexander and Ophelia. Ophelia
rolled up the candy that a maid had brought to her mouth and acted as if she
was only a third person.
The
white cheeks that were puffed out from chewing looked soft. Geez! Alexander
thought he was stupid enough to value things like Ophelia's cheeks, things that
didn't matter right now. He struggled not to look at it.
"I
don't know if you're feigning ignorance or you really don't."
"......Young
master."
"You
lost my trust long ago."
It
had been more than 5 years since Henrietta had entered the Arpad Manor. She is
the daughter of a fallen noble, the previous Duke Arpad saved her because he
knew her father.
The
previous Duke appreciated Henrietta's talent and tried to send her to the
Academy. The previous Duke wanted her to become a famous wizard. But Henrietta
refused the help and chose to work as a maid.
After
all, the previous Duke couldn't force her, moreover, she was just a daughter of
a fallen noble and she worked hard to become a maid.
But
they don't know. What Henrietta's eyes looked like when she saw him. From the
beginning, Alexander already knew. "Even if I don't tell you the details,
you already know."
He
couldn't say it in front of Ophelia and the other servants. In the first place,
being the daughter of a fallen noble, Henrietta was already quite disliked by
the other maids.
If
it was discovered that he had come to Alexander's room in the middle of the
night, only wearing light clothes.
What
will Ophelia think of him? Maybe I could have sworn that nothing happened
between us and I could have sent her away. But if Henrietta said with tears in
her eyes, 'How can you say nothing happened.' He's still at a disadvantage. It
doesn't matter what the truth is.
"Your
job is to clean my sister's room. It's not difficult to take the hair and put
it in the Duke's office. Why did you go into Count Lasis' room? You are not
responsible for that task."
"......I
heard that there was a shortage of workers, so I did it."
"Shortage?
Workers? In this Arpad?"
Henrietta
bit her lip hard. There was no way Alexander could believe such an excuse. Due
to the long winters and extremely cold temperatures, there was never a shortage
of workers in the Arpad Manor as Arpad employed many residents from his own
territory.
Even
if the Duke's relatives had recently visited and some of the servants had the
day off, how could there not be any servants to clean the guest rooms? Apart
from that, Henrietta also irritated Adrian because she had disturbed his time
with Ophelia.
“Young
Master, are you doubting me?”
Henrietta
looked like she was about to cry. The bridge of her nose, which was sprinkled
with light freckles, turned red. The back of her hand that was holding the
apron tightly trembled.
"......I'm
just telling the truth."
Hot
tears streamed down her cheeks. Alexander rubbed his temples hard as if he had
a headache. Oops, Alexander gritted his teeth.
"There's
no need to say something like that just to get my pity. That's disgusting."
Do
you want me to show a little sympathy? How much more do you want? Tch, now
things are getting annoying. Now Ophelia has seen it all. The plan got pretty
messed up.
Though
I've got a good chance to suppress it even further than this.
We
were close enough that she called me by a nickname.
I
guess I'll have to dig deeper.
"Get
out. We'll talk again when you calm down."
"......Then,
I will also come out."
"Sister."
Henrietta
who earlier let out a sad cry fell silent as if my words had brought her to her
senses. Alexander looked at Ophelia, begging her to stay. But Ophelia didn't
even look at him.
"I
don't think this is the place for me, and I've had my fill."
"You
haven't even touched the main course."
"I've
had too many scones."
Ophelia
smiled gently. Besides, Ophelia seemed to like sweets so much that she took
some and put them in her handkerchief. Does she like sweet things? Then I
should send lots of sweets. Alexander subconsciously thought of something like
baked chocolate soufflé and cherry candy covered in melted sugar.
"You
have to eat a lot at night. Since coming to Arpad I'm worried that you have
lost too much weight, Sis. I will pay attention to you."
"What
kind of attention?"
Ophelia
feigned surprise and covered her mouth. Then she returned to the table and
grabbed Henrietta's arm.
"How
can you pressure her like that? Even if I were her, I would definitely start
making excuses."
Ophelia
furrowed her brows slightly as if in criticism. She also rubbed Henrietta's
back who was still sobbing.
Alexander
who saw that felt that it was ridiculous.
"Are
you going to just settle for it? Henrietta might be trying to frame you."
"That
is how it is."
T/N:
It means, Ophelia wants this problem to be over. No need to investigate
anymore...
Ophelia
opened her mouth quickly. Knowing that this shouldn't have happened, Alexander
suddenly thought that he would forgive Ophelia, no matter what Ophelia did. As
long as Ophelia lowered her eyes pitifully like that, he would definitely
forgive her. Does her mother also use that method?
"Never
mind, Alex. I'm used to it."
Ophelia
supported, even almost hugged Henrietta and the two of them left the dining
room. The butler pours wine into an empty glass. Alexander looked away, no
longer seeing Ophelia's slender back. Unknowingly, the back of his hand was
stained with wine.
"......Miss,
thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would have been in a mess over there."
Henrietta sobbed. Ophelia stroked her silky blonde hair, listening to what he
had to say.
"I
did find the book. But I found it by accident. I also didn't take your hair
with me and put it in the Duke's office like Young Master had thought. Why
would I frame the Miss who will be my future master? Even if it's a good thing,
it is still not enough."
Oh.
Ophelia
let out a small sigh. She smiled broadly. Finally, you said it. Ophelia blinked
her blue eyes. Her hands that had been near Henrietta's neck slowly descended
to her shoulders.
"Henrietta."
Ophelia
said without a smile. Henrietta slowly shook her head. The image of Ophelia
reflected in her eyes, she had a very happy expression on her face. There is
something wrong. An aura of reluctance surrounded Henrietta's body.
"Miss
Ophelia?"
Ophelia
drew closer to her. Henrietta's heart pounded wildly. Then Ophelia whispered,
"You
know, Henrietta? My mother sent the maid away on purpose. Because she was
worried that I might do something to the maid."
Then
Ophelia left Henrietta whose body was stiffening, she took the first step. Her
hair fluttered gracefully like a butterfly. A soft hum sounded. As a wizard,
Henrietta instinctively sensed danger.
'How
come I never realized what was the reason I kept seeing Ophelia?'
'It
wasn't because Alexander kept ignoring me and denying my feelings for him. It's
not a trivial feeling like jealousy.'
Ophelia
is a wizard. And she was strong enough to suppress Henrietta's strength with
ease.
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