Richard didnât seem to like my choice of mixing the fruits into his food.
No, so does he want me to die on the spot?
âWhat do you want me to do when itâs the choice? Are you going to die, or am I going to die? Of course, you should die.â
âIt hurts me for you to say that.â
âBe strong. I have never been raised so weakly.â
ââŠ.â
âAnyway, thatâs not whatâs important right now, so just get hurt. From my point of view, it is beneficial to get paid without poisoning you.â
Richard looked unhappy as I explained.
Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Without losing because of the unfairness, I glared at Richard, and then he lowered his tail. (Lowered his tail is an idiom with a meaning is like step back or retreat from the opponentâs momentum.)
âIt must have been dangerous.â
âItâs too late to say that now. Go away.â
Richards had pitiful eyes like an abandoned dog when I shook off his hand coldly.
It looks fake.
âBut maid, youâre still on my side, right?â
âWe were supposed to run away together.â
âThatâs a relief.â
Only then did Richard loosen his brows with a relieved look.
He came to hold my hand as if he needed to find stability.
It makes me confused when I see this kind of thing.
Itâs like the real thing, not acting or pretending.
******
Just when Richard finished eating, Argen called me.
Normally, I would have been nervous, but I could guess why he called me this time.
Maybe itâs because of something related to herbs.
And my prediction was not wrong.
Argen lay on the bed at an angle and looked at me with trembling eyes.
ââŠRosie, are you going to apply it by yourself?â
âIf you donât like it, Iâll just leave it alone.â
âNevermind, just do it.â
âThen excuse me.â
I approached him and carefully grabbed his collar, and lowered it.
As Argen twisted his head to the opposite side, his pure white neckline was clearly visible.
On the exposed bare skin, faint patterns that could be seen were placed there as if they would disappear.
If he has a seizure, the pattern will become clearer.
I applied herbs to his neck. Argenâs shoulders trembled at the cold sensation.
âAre you okay?â
ââŠJust continue.â
I put the herbs evenly on his neck and collarbone. I mostly put it on Argenâs painful spots.
After applying almost all of it to the area where the pattern was drawn, I took off my hand.
âIs it done?â
âYes, Iâm done.â
âDoes it really work?â
Argen looks like he canât believe it.
However, seeing that he gave me permission to apply medicinal herbs with his character and never let someone touch him, it seemed like he wanted to hold on to even the slightest hope.
âWhenever he had a seizure, it seemed to be effective in calming it down. The person who had this pattern in my hometown said that.â
âIs it possible that some kind of herbal medicine would be helpfulâ.â
Argen laughed and closed his eyes.
âBy the way, Rosie, where is your hometown?â
âYou wonât know even if you hear it.â
âItâs amazing that people from your hometown know something I didnât know even by asking around.â
After applying the herb, it seems that there are questions and various doubts.
Well, thatâs what I expected.
âI come from a village on the edge of the Empire. And it was ignorance that people in my hometown didnât know about this.â
Argen frowned as if it was an unexpected answer.
His face seems to want to ask how ignorant that is.
âThereâs no way the villagers know the patterns theyâve never seen before, and they donât have the money to call a doctor. So, they got caught putting herbs on their skin that were good for them.â
I must have laughed bitterly while saying that.
Argenâs expression when he saw my face became mysterious.
Suddenly, I felt like I was vaguely reminded of the old days.
When I was young, I often had a headache. But I was alone in the house, and there was no one to take care of.
I often saw my mother take medicine whenever she was sick as a child.
At the time, I believed that all the medicine would cure my pain.
So I took out any medicine from the medicine box and ate it. Then later, when I took medicine, I realized I wasnât sick and took it again.
My mom freaked out when she found out.
Because I took any medicine, she was very worried if there was anything wrong with my body.
âWhy did this memory come to mind?â
I couldnât even remember anything about it.
Now that Iâm older, the childish idea is scary, but it was a great memory at the time.
âI want to go backâŠ.â
I didnât even realize thatâs what I was thinking.
But when Argen called, those vague memories disappeared quickly.
âCome again tomorrow, Rosie.â
ââŠI understand.â
After a while, Argen fell asleep peacefully.
Come to think of it, he grew up lonely, too.
I didnât feel sorry for him. It was just an impression.
I went back to my room and started âpreparationâ according to my plan.
When the plan was complete, I organized the materials to show to Richard.
It was when I tried to finish it and put the data in the drawer. I found a rusty pendant in the corner.
âWhat is this?â
I tried to open the inside, but strangely, the pendant was firmly closed and didnât open.
Is it broken?
I would throw it away because it was useless, but I decided to leave it as it was Roseâs.
Then I kept the data in the drawer.
Because the plan is about to begin.
******
ââŠSo the pink-haired maidâs name is Rosie?â
âYes. Sheâs the exclusive maid of the monster that the Marquis has locked up.â
The investigation into the pink-haired maid, ordered by Dylan, came quickly.
Based on what he found out from this investigation, the servant told Dylan about Rosie. Dylanâs expression when he heard it became darkened.
This is because he was thinking about a woman who broke a promise she made to him two years ago and ran away.
Itâs like Rose doing the maidâs job in this mansion.
How is the name similar?
ââŠIt couldnât be.â
There was no way she could do chores with that kind of temper.
Besides, shouldnât the servants live diligently?
It really doesnât suit a lazy woman like Rose.
The woman would always sit in her chair with dignity.
âThe names are similar, and the hair color is the sameââ
Is that why Yurtha cares about her?
It was an act that was perfectly suited to that disgusting bastard.
âI have to meet the maid named Rosie.â
Dylanâs red eyes shone.
******
[Why isnât it working yet?]
I found a note hidden under my door in the middle of the night.
They cut the front and back content, but I could tell who sent it. It was the devil worshiper.
[Three days from now, come to the warehouse west of this time.]
I crumpled up the note I had read and put it in my mouth.
âUgh.â
I swallowed the note and frowned. Itâs not really tasty. What the paper tastes is likeâwell, just like that.
Nevertheless, there was no better destruction of evidence than this.
âWhy isnât it working? Itâs because I didnât feed Richard the fruit.â
What am I supposed to do with thisâ.
There was actually a way to come to mind. I had been thinking about it even before I received this note.
I have to deceive not only the devil worshipers but Argen as well.
There was some doubt about whether Richard would follow.
Letâs just tell him first.
The next day, I went to give Richard breakfast and explained the situation.
âSo youâre asking me to act like Iâm crazy?â
âYes, thatâs right. I think it would be better for you to pretend you were sick in many ways. That way, the Marquis wonât be suspicious eitherââ
âAll right. Itâs not hard.â
I guess I shouldnât have worried.
Weâre talking about the note the devil worshipers left for me, so I told him to pretend to be sick in case Argen was suspicious.
I deliberately avoided any topic related to devil worshipers, as it would make Richardâs mood more bloody.
âPretending to be crazyâŠ.â
After pretending to think for a moment, Richard pulled my waist.
ââŠWhat are you doing?â
âYou told me to pretend to be crazy, maid.â
How can this try to be crazy? Instead, it looked like he was just trying to satisfy his own needs.
âIâll bite you well, so it doesnât hurt.â
Richard said softly as he brushed my pink hair behind my ears.
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