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Despite Becky’s earnest efforts to recall, she could not find any hint of blue blood, the distinguishing mark of nobility, in that man.
Even if, by some minuscule chance, he happened to be a noble, why would a noble require a servant’s permit?
With a servant’s permit, one wouldn’t even be granted access to the hunting grounds.
If he is not a noble, then what could be his motive?
The tasks typically assigned to servants during hunting competitions primarily revolve around tending to the needs of the nobles.
If they possess certain skills, they might participate in activities such as gathering and processing the captured prey, but that would necessitate a different permit than the standard one for servants.
The blackmailer did not request any other permits either.
“What could it be? A shady job that a servant could do
?”
The thought of assassination crossed Becky’s mind, though she hesitated to utter the word, and she promptly shook her head.
Could his imposing stature be concealed amidst the servants?
No, unless he dispatched another individual as the assassin.
“For now
 let’s put it on the list of possibilities.”
Having pondered the man’s menacing words, Becky carefully contemplated their meaning.
Most of his ramblings seemed nonsensical, but

“I need a permit to get in there,” he had proclaimed, followed by something else, which she had neglected to inquire about.
Becky held her breath, shut her eyes, and delved into her memory of that encounter.
She recalled the pungent scent of sweat assaulting her nostrils, the western sky adorned with gathering clouds, and the towering figure casting a shadow upon her face.
She even recalled his deep, resonant voice.
In the next instant, Becky’s eyes snapped open, and she uttered her realization.
“He mentioned having a task to accomplish.”
Yes, he had spoken of a specific duty that required him to enter the forest precisely during the time of the hunting competition.
No sooner had Becky uttered these words to herself than the door swung open.
“Becky? Are you still not up?”
Upon hearing her colleague’s statement, Becky rose from her seat, gently patting her backside.
She held onto a glimmer of hope, praying that the information she had diligently collected and organized would prove invaluable to her lady.
As Becky’s thoughts overwhelmed her mind, it seemed as if her head was on the verge of overload. Meanwhile, Lyna attentively listened to her, maintaining a calm demeanor. After taking in all the information, Lyna nodded in understanding.
“Rather than assassination, it seems more plausible that he has some work to do.”
“Yes, but no matter how much I think about it
”
“A job that can only be done in that forest during the hunting competition?”
Lyna made an effort to recall the forest where this year’s hunting competition was scheduled to take place, but she couldn’t identify any distinctive features or peculiarities about it.
Despite delving into her memories prior to her regression, she couldn’t recollect any noteworthy incidents or unique occurrences associated with that location.
“Could it be the prey coming out this time
?”
“I looked through the list, but there was nothing special about it.”
“Then what could it be?”
In contrast to Becky’s serious and solemn expression, Lyna responded with a lighthearted and casual tone.
“We’ll find out as we go along.”
Considering her past experiences, Lyna realized that things never unfolded as per her plans when unexpected situations arose on-site. Therefore, instead of overthinking and becoming anxious, she believed it was wiser to handle each situation as it emerged.
In the present moment, where failure could be shrugged off, it became more feasible to adopt such an approach.
“When did you agree to meet?”
“We agreed to meet before heading to the forest.”
“You don’t have much time left.”
Lyna didn’t bother to inquire if Becky had obtained the permit. She had full confidence that Becky, considering her actions before her regression, would have acquired more than enough permits.
Reflecting on a past day that had now become an unreachable future, Lyna recalled her astonishment upon learning that Jane had discovered certain information. Jane, who had recently joined the Bolsheik House as Lyna’s assistant and shadow, was still inexperienced in that particular field.
‘What? How did Jane find out about that? She’s still way too inexperienced to dabble in that field!’
During the time when Jane, who had joined the Bolsheik House as Lyna’s shadow, her assistant and the person to do various tasks for her, was still quite inexperienced.
‘Um
 that is
’
‘Don’t stutter and say it clearly!’
‘I’m sorry!’
Lyna’s scolding caused her aide to hastily bow her head, and the atmosphere in the office grew tense as the other servants also lowered their heads, holding their breath.
With a sneer on her face, Lyna had been fixated on her aide’s bowed head when a sudden realization struck her. Acting on impulse, she swiftly rummaged through her desk, searching for something.
In due course, Lyna’s fury intensified as she stumbled upon a document that Jane had inadvertently come across. The contents of the document were sensitive, and the arrangement deviated slightly from Lyna’s meticulously organized system.
‘Who is it? Who leaked that document!’
On that eventful day, the office was thrown into chaos as they diligently searched for the culprit responsible for the breach. However, despite their best efforts, the identity of the perpetrator remained elusive.
It was only later, after a considerable amount of time had passed, that Lyna discovered the shocking truth—that the perpetrator behind the incident was none other than Becky, who now stood directly in front of her.
Lyna, who had been staring at Becky, spoke up.
“You’re really talented.”
“Th-thank you.”
Upon receiving unexpected praise, Becky’s cheeks flushed, and she humbly lowered her head.
Lyna, being the person who had rescued Becky and essentially saved her entire life, held a position of immense gratitude in her heart. In the eyes of Becky, Lyna was her savior.
If Lyna were to point at something red and declare it as blue, Becky would unquestioningly echo, “Blue!”
“Let me ask you something.”
“Yes!”
“If you needed a very hard-to-obtain document for someone, what would you do?”
At that, Becky blinked her eyes and soon gave an answer.
“Is the place where the document is stored difficult for people to access?”
“It’s a place that’s only open to certain individuals.”
“Is it a place where servants can enter?”
In light of Becky’s inquisitive inquiries that resembled a game of Twenty Questions, Lyna soon specified the location.
“My office.”
“I would ask the servants for help. But of course, they won’t give me the documents if I ask them directly.”
“So?”
“I would ask several people to tell me one line or a few important words. I would offer them a suitable reward and convince them that it’s not a big deal if it’s just a sentence or a word.”
Certainly, it was highly unlikely for any servant to willingly bring the entire document or commit it to memory.
Their foremost responsibility was to refrain from handling or tampering with the possessions of the individual they served.
“I would then combine the received sentences or words to create a complete document. Of course, I would have to do this without the servants knowing.”
“How would you do that?”
“Um, I haven’t thought that far. Perhaps I would have to find a suitable weakness after getting closer to them.”
With a smile adorning her innocent and unassuming countenance, Becky made her remark.
“There’s no one without dirt to be found. People often keep trivial things secret.”
Lyna, who had been quietly listening to Becky’s words, opened her mouth.
“You’re really amazing.”
“Thank you.”
Becky blushed again as she humbly accepted the praise, and Lyna shook her head at the sight of her.
“They say praise can make even a whale dance, but you like it too much. It’s okay if you don’t do it on purpose.”
Despite having settled all her debts, Lyna chose to retain Becky as part of her entourage.
First of all, they had to find out what the person who threatened Becky was going to do at the hunting competition with the Bolsheik House servant’s permit.
Regarding Becky’s future after the hunting competition, no definite decisions had been made yet.
As long as Becky didn’t disrupt Lyna’s affairs by assuming the role of Jane’s assistant, it didn’t particularly concern her

However, Lyna’s train of thought was abruptly disrupted by Becky’s sudden exclamation.
“No!”
“What?”
“I’m sorry for raising my voice. But, absolutely not!”
Becky vigorously shook her head from side to side, displaying a clear desperation to deny something. Her hands waved in the air, emphasizing her fervent reaction.
“Stop it, you’re making me dizzy. What are you saying no to?”
“I’m not pretending to like it on purpose!”
Becky’s earnest and desperate expression held such compelling sincerity that Lyna found herself unable to say that she didn’t need to do it.
Every fiber of Becky’s being conveyed her sincerity, with her entire body serving as a testament to her genuine intentions.
“I am truly happy when you praise me, miss! Although I am not a whale, I can dance if you want me to!”
Lyna waved her hand hesitantly toward Becky, who seemed ready to dance at the flick of a finger.
“No, don’t. I got it.”
At the moment when it became awkward to say more, a knock conveniently sounded.
-Knock, knock.
“Excuse me, miss. There’s something you need to review before the competition
”
“Alright. I’ll be going. Becky.”
“Yes!”
“Take good care of the permit and hang in there just for today. Don’t be surprised if something bad and unexpected happens.”
Given Lyna’s unfortunate streak of luck, it was impossible to foresee what perils might befall Becky, who stood faithfully by her side.
Unbeknownst to Becky, who remained unaware of this reality, she responded without hesitation, perhaps perceiving Lyna’s words as nothing more than a mere conjecture.
“Yes! I won’t be surprised, no matter what happens.”
Seeing Becky’s determined face, the words she had just spoken echoed in Lyna’s ears.
‘I can dance if you want me to!’
Lyna contemplated whether it was truly necessary to derive such joy from a mere compliment, yet she opted to remain silent and stood up from her seat.
As she made her way towards the door, a subtle smile unexpectedly graced Lyna’s lips, a gentle expression that even she herself had failed to notice.
-Beeeiiii.
Before the hunt had officially commenced, the piercing cry of a trained hunting eagle resonated through the sky.
Shortly after, the earth seemed to tremble ever so slightly, and individuals gradually gathered, one by one. In the blink of an eye, the designated open area at the heart of the forest came alive with bustling activity.
“Hey! Point the arrowheads this way!”
“Check the nets again!”
“Are the horses ready?”
On one side, the supporting personnel for the actual hunters scurried about, diligently making final preparations and organizing their equipment.
“You should at least yield this much.”
“Oh dear, yielding is not meant to be forced. What a pity.”
“The tent isn’t set up properly.”
“We need a place to boil water
”
On the other side, the servants engaged in a nerve-wracking endeavor, vying for their respective assigned areas and engaging in a silent battle of coordination.
Countless individuals synchronized their efforts and busily carried out their assigned tasks. In a remarkably short span of time, the preparations neared completion, and a sense of calm enveloped the once bustling open space.
-Whuff, whuff.
Amidst the heavy panting of a horse, the carriage of the first noble participating in the hunting competition made its grand entrance.
As the carriages, proudly displaying the emblems of each noble family, lined up and proceeded forward, time continued to tick by.
In perfect synchrony, the attention of the onlookers shifted, their gazes converging on the carriage that had just entered the bustling open space.