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<Episode 18> I've seen it somewhere. Ignoring the tacky engravings on the back, I opened the note. The paper was dotted in a strange pattern that I could not read. What's this? “It’s a cryptograph. Here, he left a message saying that it would be better if you learn to interpret these in advance.” I opened the small notebook handed over by the bartender. There were various patterns that made me dizzy just by looking, but they seemed to consist mostly of phonetic characters.…-
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<Episode 20> From under the short brown hair, tired light green eyes looked at him. Andert, who smiled playfully as always, patted Raphael on the shoulder and said hello. Raphael didn’t have the energy to laugh at Andert’s joke. No, it was more like he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. For he had found traces of agony in Andert’s darkened, sunken eyes. Andert looked at him with a slightly surprised expression. However, for some reason, the positive-affirmation he…
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<Episode 24> By the time we finished matching the men’s shoes to the clothes, the sun was setting behind the mountain. It was the first time since I’d begun my job as a maid that I got a spend an afternoon in which I wasn’t doing any labour - and yet strangely, this felt more tiresome than quietly cleaning. Perhaps I’d gotten more used to the life of a maid than I realised. "Do you want some?" We were on the way to the park right behind the busy street, with me half-dragging my tired…
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<Episode 23> Obedience comes with a price. Whether the price will be joy or sorrow is usually only known after. The price I paid today for my obedience was the height of hardships. This is because I had to try on and check the fabric of 9 outfits one by one, including gloves, hats, and so on. "That's much better." Also, the main orchestrator of this dress-up doll play was Rue, not me. He played with my body at will - which, I know, sounds like a weird thing to say, but I am not…
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<Episode 22> The day after that absurd incident. The fact that Viscount Weatherwood's identity was actually ‘A relic of Dian Cecht’ put me in quite an agonizing position as well. 'It would have been better if it were a real egg.’ Viscount Weatherwood, whom the maid had been raising dearly…no, the egg, I didn’t expect it to be a relic. ‘If that’s the case, won't it be difficult to steal or borrow it secretly?’ According to Rue’s magical interpretation, <Dian…
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<Episode 19> Smiling, he rolled up his sleeve without giving the maid a chance to refuse. On the surface of his pale arm, lines of various colors were neatly engraved. At a rough estimate, there seemed to be around ten. The maid asked with astonished eyes. “What is this…?” “This side has the most available place, but there’s more at the back of my body as well.” I knew that it wasn’t the right atmosphere to ask such a question, but my curiosity couldn’t be…
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<Episode 21> A dark bedroom with three people and an egg huddled together. "Stop talking nonsense!" The head-maid's cry sounded like a scream. Grabbing her forehead with a distorted face, she gritted her teeth in a voice of deep regret. “What nonsense…I think I was too hasty, why did I show this room to Mr. Rue?” Whatever she muttered, Rue, the party that was being criticized, wasn’t listening at all. Rue was busy examining the surface of Viscount Weatherwoods with…
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Episode 4 When I finished buying the goods and returned to the mansion, the maid led me to the kitchen. "You are late.” "First time." Today's dinner was a vegetable stew. While I peeled the potatoes, the maid cut up the carrots and onions and seasoned the stew. I was touched when I sat at the table and was greeted by a hot steaming stew. ‘How long has it been since I had such a warm meal? And there’s cutlery, too.’ But are we the only ones eating? "By the way,…
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<Episode 5> At that time, a pathetic voice disturbed my thoughts. “Spare me.” “…….” "I have failed my mission and failed to commit suicide, so I am a fugitive from now on. If you let me go like this, I will never appear in front of you again. I promise I won't even talk about you. If necessary, I will swear an oath to obey." Yeah, I don't need that. I knocked the assassin on the back of his head. I thought about it after I knocked him out. What should I do with…
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Episode 6 After that, he started cleaning up the small garden on his own even though no one asked him to clean it. The head maid returned to the kitchen after asking him about various things. She seemed to have given up halfway because of his stinginess with the answers. "Hmm.” Standing inside the kitchen, the maid looked at Rue outside the window with troubled eyes. In the meantime, Rue was communicating closely with someone who we did not know where he brought from. But…
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<Episode 7> I shook my head slowly. In fact, it would be no surprise if I, a survivor of Queen Island who appeared suddenly after four years, was under state surveillance. Weren’t there people who followed me after I refused to go to a refugee shelter? But they didn't make any contact for a month, only watching from afar and then suddenly disappearing. To be exact, I didn’t see anyone after I arrived in Midwinterre and interviewed at the human resources office. Maybe…
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<Episode 8> The next morning. When I came to the backyard to get the laundry, I was surprised by the view of the garden at first glance. In two days' time, the garden of Weatherwood's mansion was getting pretty decent. Except for that first time, no other worker has come since the first day, and yet all the dead grass has disappeared and the ground has been covered in soft soil. "I thought he’d taken up just any position for the purpose of entering the…
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<Episode 9> The only things left on the errand list is carrots and onions. And seeds to bloom. Entering the market, I bought carrots and onions and asked the merchants about the merchant association. At first, they seemed to be evasive, but when I mentioned what the old man in the alley had suffered, they sighed deeply and clicked their tongue. "They have no compassion. They started out as vigilantes during the Magic War, but changed after the war. After they’d gotten a taste of…
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<Episode 10> A-ha. I turned my head towards the pub’s door, asking a question. “So they say.” It was in a direction where no one was standing. Shortly after the bartender questioned his eyes, the pub’s quiet door opened, revealing a person that hadn’t appeared yet. Entering silently like a shadow, he was dressed in a long robe from head to toe. “What is Berithlet?” It was the butler-assassin, the assassin who’d turned over a new leaf. It…
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<Episode 11> Rue is looking for Dian Cecht’s legacy. The assassin-butler's claims were made on reasonable evidence; “A few days ago, my master asked me if I knew anything about Dian Cecht’s ‘eyes’. Besides, when I was cleaning his room a few days ago, I found a tourist guidebook for Midwinterre lying around – and a bookmark was inside the urban legends section. It mentioned, albeit briefly, Dian Cecht’s eyes.” Rue putting bookmarks on a book? That doesn’t sound…
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<Episode 12> Two people, not one, visited after the first assassin had come. The behavior pattern was also a little different before, but it must have been because they must’ve been asked to deal with a higher-level threat than previously. “Gulp.” This was probably a real assassination. The sharp edge of the dagger flew at my neck. I rolled out of bed and trampled over the assassin who’d fallen unconscious at my feet. Whoosh. Another thin dagger flew towards…
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