âPardon? N-No, I will just come back next time, Young Master.â
âYou said itâs urgent. Or if not, then were you just lying?â
If she said that it really wasnât urgent, then it would seem like she was trying to kick Salvier out of the room for something trivial.
Feeling the cold sweat trickle down, Angela answered laboriously.
âItâs a matter of utmost secrecyâŚâ
âSo youâre saying thereâs some kind of secret that you, the Head Maid, knows but I donât?â
As Salvierâs eyes glinted with a dangerous look, Angela desperately turned to the grand duchess to implore her wordlessly.
The grand duchess looked at Salvier for a moment, then with the most affectionate and benevolent expression, she spoke.
âItâs alright. You can say it now.â
âM-Madam.â
âIf you tell me later instead, wonât it look like Iâm hiding something from my own family?â
At that, Angela was thrown into a sea of confusion.
âBut isnât this supposed to be a secret? If this gets revealed, there will be a huge blow to the Madamâs image.â
Angela thought it over quickly. Then, at the same time, it finally clicked.
Come to think of it, Salvier extremely disliked Bunny.
No, itâs not just dislike per se. Just saying the first syllable of Bunnyâs name in his presence would be enough to make him grit his teeth.
Itâs true that he helped let Bunny into the main mansion and also helped drive out Princess Opheliaâs exclusive maids, but this was all for Princess Opheliaâs sake.
In fact, he must have wanted to get rid of Bunny as soon as possible.
âWouldnât he be the one whoâll be happy to hear this more than anyone else?â
Angela concluded so.
But the thing is, thereâs also the matter of Salvier ordering the chefs to cook for Bunny, regardless of whether she gave it all to the servants or not.
Angela didnât hear anything about this at all.
âYeah, this should be something I can say in front of him, right?â
Perhaps this would make the young master be more aggressive.
Since Angelaâs and his interests were aligned, she just might gain another strong backer here.
Laughing inwardly, Angela quickly spoke.
âTo be honest, Iâve assigned new maids for the fake Princess. I donât know what else to call it other than my masterful handiwork. To control it well, I appointed the maids who are very good at discreet bullying.â
ââŚâŚâ
Salvierâs expression was cold and stiff. Even the mocking smirk he had just now was completely gone.
Unaware of this fact, Angela bowed and continued speaking without a hint of hesitation.
âRegardless of what that fake does, I assure you that Iâll report her every move. It wonât be possible to do anything drastic since sheâs in the main residence, but I believe we can prevent her contacting anyone outside. Itâll be easy to isolate her and discipline her with food.â
âHer food, her movements, huh.â
âYes.â
âHow?â
Angela proudly answered.
âIf she doesnât listen, she will be starved, andââ
But she couldnât even finish her sentence.
Salvier abruptly grabbed her throat remorselessly.
âUrk!â
Suffocated right then, Angela gasped for breath while instinctively trying to tear off Salvierâs hand.
But as though he couldnât even feel her efforts, he didnât budge.
With his eyes focused entirely on Angela alone, his teeth gnashed together. Then he asked.
âThat kid is already like a skeleton, but why are you going to starve her?â
âMmph, keughâŚâ
âHey, why donât you try starving?â
The grand duchess, as she was frozen for a moment now, suddenly ran forward and grabbed Salvierâs arm.
âStop it. Sheâs going to die.â
âPeople donât die this easily.â
He wouldnât have killed her off that easily.
In the first place, he was controlling his strength enough that she could still breathe.
Not knowing this, Fluvia placed her hand over Salvierâs and patted it gently to soothe him.
âItâs much too harsh to use force without even asking why first. Youâre not that kind of child.â
No, it would be right to say that he was.
âLet go now, come on.â
However, Salvier let out a deep sigh. He had no choice but to loosen his grip.
His stepmother, Fluvia, looked as white as a sheet, like she was about to faint any second now.
Barely being able to back away, Angela coughed loudly. Her face was bright red because her circulation got cut off.
And as soon as she caught her breath, she fell to her knees in front of Salvier and trembled.
âPleaâcough! Please spare me!â
âI donât understand. Letâs just say youâre crazy enough that youâre seeking your own death, but why must you report something like that to Mother?â
Was she trying to shock someone whoâs already weak?
As Angela prostrated with her face nearly sticking to the ground already, Salvier leaned down and roughly raised her chin.
All the while, he was fiddled with the sword at his side, showing an inch of its blade and then sheathing it again, over and over.
It was a clear threat.
His icy blue eyes glinted like a well-sharpened blade.
Iâm going to die. Iâm really going to die here.
She knew that it wouldnât end with just grabbing her throat next time.
Losing all sense of rationality as she was at the door of death, she spewed desperate words unknowingly.