âI donât know what you mean, but if you happy about it, thatâs fine.â
I responded to Richard like that and smiled brightly.
âItâs not something youâve done once or twice.â
âIt was my first time doing it, so I must have done well. Thatâs a relief.â
Even after hearing my brazen reply, Richard smiled well without changing his expression. I also smiled skillfully without losing.
âYouâre wearing a wig today too, Miss Shabrina.â
ââŠ.â
My face almost hardened for a moment.
That punkâs wig.
He certainly seemed to know me. Isnât he too close to say no? But his ambiguous behavior makes it hard to be sure.
ââŠWhat do you mean by a wig?â
âHmm. I said it was a wig because it looked like a wig. What was the problem?â
Damn it. I should have dyed it.
No, I think he would have still said that I dyed my hair.
ââŠ.â
âI apologize if it was a secret.â
With a face that didnât seem too sorry, Richard calmly apologized.
ââŠWhat do you mean secret just to use a wig. I was just wondering how you knew about wigs when I hadnât told you anything about it?â
âIt smells different.â
ââŠSmell?â
âItâs the characteristic scent of a wig.â
As he said, a wig usually has a unique scent. But good wigs donât smell. To be precise, it means that the smell is not strong enough to be recognized by humans.
âI mean if youâre an ordinary person.â
I couldnât even imagine that he could smell such a subtle scent. I knew that man was transcendent, but I didnât know he could recognize even the smallest details.
âHow long do you plan on wearing that wig?â
âMaybe until the trend is over.â
âTrend?â
âDidnât you know? This style is popular in the capital these days.â
It wasnât a lie.
Because in the capital, the style of wig Iâm wearing now is currently popular.
âThen are those masks also trend?â
âYou have a lot of questions for me, Commander.â
Without denying it, Richard smiled softly. Still, his beauty is enough to draw attention to itself.
âBecause Miss Shabrina reminds me of someone I miss.â
ââŠSomeone you miss?â
âYes. Shabrinaâs eyes resemble someone I know.â
âŠItâs not a resemblance. Itâs me, you punk.
Of course, he knows, butâ.
âAnd itâs not that you miss that person, itâs a bad relationship.â
âYour lips are very similar to that person too.â
ââŠ.â
When Richardâs gaze ran across my lips, I felt a strange feeling.
âI am not the one you miss.â
âI know.â
âIf you know, donât say that.â
I said firmly and laughed.
âThen Iâm busy. May I go first, Commander?â
âOf course, Miss Shabrina.â
I walked past Richard.
He seems to have recognized me; Iâm not sure why heâs acting as if he doesnât, but at this point, Iâd prefer just to be comfortable.
If a bad relationship will make you blush, itâs better to pretend I didnât see it.
<I donât forget what happened.>
<I will remember your name too.>
Look. That was a silly thing to say.
Itâs because the anger completely swallowed the reason at that time.
âI have to go to Michelle.â
Letâs stop doing this here and check out Michelleâs condition. Then I stopped by my room first before I went to Michelle.
âŠHow come this place doesnât feel good?
I took a hairpin out of my luggage. And I put it in the wig.
Itâs a hairpin with a colorful mask and a flower full of presence. It was an interesting harmony. It was then.
Bang!
âItâs an attack!â
There was an urgent sound with a roar.
I heard that there are frequent raids in the northâ however, I didnât expect it to happen when Michelle and I came.
âAide Shabrina! Are you inside?â
Then someone from outside shouted urgently.
âWho are you?â
âI am a knight of the Lordâs Knights! Because of the raid, I have been ordered to evacuate you to a safe place immediately.â
* * *
âCough, cough!â
Gilbert, who barely escaped from the pond, coughed continuously. Finally, he breathed hurriedly and found the air he had never tasted while in the water.
ââŠThat damn b*tch!â
As his breathing slowly regained stability, Gilbert immediately cursed Shabrina. The imagination of tearing and killing Shabrina was not enough, so Gilbert headed somewhere without even having time to tidy up his clothes. The Countâs servants looked at Gilbert, who was striding with surprise.
Gilbert, drenched from head to toe and smelling sour, canât help but look strange.
Then Gilbert was heading to the Countâs room.
âCount!â
âGilbert, all of a sudden, I hearâŠwhy do you look that way?â
The count, who frowned at Gilbertâs rude behavior that came without knocking, opened his eyes wide when he saw him looking like a wet mouse.
âShabrina, that crazy girl did it!â
âIf itâs Shabrina⊠Isnât she Baron Savlinâs aide?â
âThatâs right. That crazy b*tch dropped me into a pond and made me like this.â
âThe aide?â
The Count looked at Gilbert in disbelief.
âYeah, thatâs what that crazy b*tch did!â
He knows sheâs not an ordinary person, butâ he never thought she would drop Gilbert into the pond.
When the Count imagined what would have happened, he almost laughed.
âSheâs really not an ordinary girl.â
âCount! Now is not the time to talk like that! You must kill her!â
âI know.â
The Count looked at Gilbert with contempt.
âI donât feel like it.â
The Count praised Shabrina and Michelle as great.
She is a woman who used to be a maid and an underage woman, from which all rights were taken away from Gilbert.
Isnât it amazing to have a Savlin merchant who has a great influence in such a position?
But apart from that, the Count had to solve old trouble on his estate.
âI remember that time againââ
A child and his parents were starving when they went to the temple, when he saw that, how painful it was as a Lord who had to protect them.
âWhen the hell are you going to take care of that b*tch!â
Maybe it was a mistake to join hands with Gilbert?
He was the one who made the decision, but he was worried that he had underestimated the opponent too much. But he is just impossible to change.
The Count looked disgustedly at the man who was busy filling his stomach like a pig, then calmly opened his mouth.
âDonât worry. The plan is in action.â
ââŠis it running?â
The moment Gilbert asks back with a question.
Bang!
There was the sound of something exploding in the distance. He could see black smoke billowing out of the window.
âItâs an attack!â
From that shout, the castle became noisy. The Count knocked on the window and laughed.
âDidnât I tell you? The plan has already begun.â
* * *
The knight took me somewhere.
As I was not familiar with the path of the Count, I had no choice but to follow the knight.
But there were fewer and fewer people, and as people disappeared, doubts were bound to come up. Still, I follow the Countâs order in silence, wondering if he will use the Countâs order as an excuse to do something so obvious.
âIs this really the right way?â
âDonât worry, aide. I have worked here for a long time.â
Thatâs not the problemâ.
When an attack happens, itâs right to run away first to an empty road, but as doubts have grown, it seems natural to be suspicious.
âWhere is the Baron?â
âThe Baron is also coming. The North puts the safety of our guests first.â
The place where the knight took me was in a certain forest. We walked for a while in the forest.
The deeper I went into the forest, the more my anxiety grew. The more I thought about it, the more I had a feeling that things were going wrong. I distanced myself from the man and walked behind him, sneakily pulling out a hairpin and holding it in my hand.
ââŠHow much more do I have to go? My leg hurts.â
âOh, no. Iâm sorry. Iâm trying to get you to the safest place possibleâŠ.â
The knight turned and smiled mysteriously at me. I instinctively took a step back.
âThis should be enough.â
The surrounding was quiet.
Is it because they came too far from the place where the attack took place, or has the situation calmed down outside?
ââŠIs this the middle of the forest the destination? Without any shelter?â
I thought he was taking me somewhere like an air defense shelter, but this is only a shelter in the middle of a forest like this?
It canât be.
I donât know much about the North, but I know roughly what a shelter feels like.
In the northern part, where there are frequent raids, such a place would have been better preparedâ.
âThatâs right.â
The knight approached me with an unknown smile.
As the distance between me narrowed, I took a step back.
âAide? Whatâs wrong?â
âIf your purpose is to protect me, keep this distance now.â
âAhâŠâ
The knight put on an embarrassed face.
âDid I get caughtâ?â
The knight drew his sword.
As expected.
I ran right away without looking back. My body moved faster than I thought I should run away as if the survival instinct gripped me strongly.
âThere!â
The knight from behind ran to catch me as I ran away.
âTheyâll catch up soon.â
A trained knight canât be the same as an ordinary woman. After that, I had to do the best I could here.
âHelp me! Help me!â
My voice echoed through the forest.
âSave meâack!â
âI caught you.â
As expected, the knight caught me right away.
He grabbed my shoulder with a strong grip and pushed me down. My body fell to the ground helplessly, and the knight quickly grabbed my shoulders and smiled.
âNo matter how much you cry out for help in this forest, no one will hear you, you know?â
I know.
How far did we get in? This guy must have considered that too.
âBe quiet. Then I will send you nicely.â
ââŠ.â
âBut before I kill you, shall I see your face? How ugly are you wearing a mask?â
The knight touched my mask.
I couldnât stop the knight from removing the mask. The knight looked at my face and stiffened for a moment.
ââŠ.Itâs a waste to just kill.â
ââŠWaste.â
âWhat?â
At my murmuring, the knight frowned and asked.
I replied with a smile.
âIâm not a waste, you b*stard.â
âWhatâugh!â
Without giving a break, I took advantage of the manâs carelessness and stabbed a sharp knife into the tender flesh under his chin.
Blood splattered everywhere.
His face got wet. I was captivated for a moment by the terrible sight.
âUghâŠâ
The knight couldnât even scream and collapsed. I stiffened without even thinking of raising the fallen knight over my body.
A personâ, a person has died.
Obviously what I did was right. However, my hands trembled. I pushed the knight away with a weak hand and just like that, the knight rolled over to the side.
âThereâŠâ
What should I do by calling a knight here? I knew it, but I couldnât stop the voice from leaking itself. I turned my head away so I could no longer see the blood dripping down the knightâs neck and staining it.
âWake up.â
What am I going to do here?
âIt wasnât me who did the wrong thing in the first place. I couldnât help it.â
My heart was pounding.
It was then.
Tak, tak.
With the sound of trampling on the blades of grass, white shoes appeared.