Fake Cinderella

"... ah..."

I kept trying to speak up because her expression was somewhere chopped up.

"... Elinia, wait for me"

I'm sure this is what you refer to as a voice in agony.

Though he was a stranger, I just heard that one word and found that he was in no hurry and upset.

"Step aside. I'm working."

"Elinia."

(Huh? What are you talking about?

I kind of instantly felt like I was listening to something I shouldn't.

"... My Lord Viscount Fursald, I said I was at work. If it seems to disturb you any further, I will call the Guardian Knight of the Back Palace, and I will report you to my superior, the Chief Lady."

Unlike when you were talking to me, Elinia's voice was squeaky.

"... just a little... I just need a little help."

"Viscount, whatever they say, I'm not going to cooperate with you or anything. I'm not your nanny anymore, I'm your milk sister brother, my daughter is gone."

A nanny... Elinia didn't look that old. At least, it doesn't look like you have a child your age with someone called Viscount Fursald at all.

(Wow, Royal Mistress's makeup...)

"Elinia, help me without saying that!

(This one, definitely won't work if it comes out now)

Or I don't know what I'm asking here without trying to. I feel bad in and of itself.

I close the door softly and lean against the wall. In case they open the door, it's a hidden position in the door.

"... My Lord Viscount, you have said time and again that Thycera... why my only daughter died... is because of the Duchess of Grachez"

"Oh, yeah. The fever spread for five days because of my grandmother. And because of that, Tisela died."

"... that the five-day fever spread in Nave because the Marquise's judgment was wrong. But I learned from hearing from a lot of other people....... that is an error. The Dukes did everything they could. It's nobody's fault Tisela didn't help."

This, I really don't think it would ever work if I were listening. The content of the story feels very disturbing.

(But...)

I was curious, my ears were dumb.

Fortunately, the two voices can be heard very well.

"Ticera was infected with five-day fever during the care of Master Fiony, whom she was serving. That's something we can't avoid anymore. And in the Duke's house, both servants and their own grandchildren showed the doctors the same and gave them all their hands..."

"That's just deception! That's what they're saying!

"Then isn't that what you're saying, too, just what you're saying"

Flat voice...... Elinia was calm.

"I asked those who were colleagues of Tisera, not those in the Duke's house, that you put your hands to it. The Duke's family made no excuses. But...... in the Duke's house, please allow Tisera to be buried in the Duke's temple. He said he was loyal to the end.... even in Mother Goddess's Garden, to serve Master Fiony.... of a civilian, a child without a father. And every time I get older, I get a polite letter from the Duke's house describing that child. I will never forget the pain of losing that child. But I'm not going to get caught up in it and shake my life on the stick."

"Elinia, are you throwing me away?

"No, My Lord Viscount. … there is less such a relationship between us than originally. But if you dare, you're the one who dumped me first. But that's natural. The child you raised becomes independent… I miss you, but there are no nannies who are not happy with it"

"Elinia!"

"... Viscount, don't make a mistake. I am a royal court lady. My Lord is no longer you, His Royal Highness the King who will be king tomorrow, His Royal Highness the King who will be queen."

"You are royal with my lord, Lord Eol!

"I know, sir."

Elinia nodded small with a faceless expression like a noodle.

Follow me for Lord Eol's sake.

"No, My Lord Viscount"

"Elinia."

With a screaming sound that pushed him to death, the Viscount packed Elinia away.

(... persistent)

"Viscount, you have no right to command me. I'll call a guard if you keep interrupting."

At last, from Elinia's words, His Excellency's name has disappeared. I think we should call the guards and hand them over first.

"Wow, thanks for serving my home..."

"'I don't need milk anymore. Hands off, too. I'll leave the rest to the tutor, so get out in three days." Many times more grateful to Count Stazen, who kicked me out and saved me in the middle of nowhere under the winter sky without even taking my children, and made me serve the royal palace by talking to my parents. "

I was just a little surprised when the name of my own escort captain and current tutor came up.

I don't know how to say thank you up and down, but I know how Elinia feels better even if I'm just listening here right now.

"Enough is enough.... I'm sorry, Elinia. I think it's my nanny that's why I've been quiet..."

I felt something so dangerous in the words that I opened the door softly.

What got into my eyes was a shimmering silver blade… where was it hidden, the Viscount pulled out his dagger and poked it at Elinia.

"Give me the keys."

………………

Elinia takes one or two steps back.

"I'm telling you to give me the keys, Elinia."

The Viscount took one or two steps.

(What's the key... is that it...)

There's a bunch of keys at the waist of Elinia's apron dress.

Probably a bunch of master keys for cleaning.

(... I can only imagine the future to use for what I don't care what I think)

Why don't you open the door a little more, let Elinia inside, and hurry up and close the door?

I got eyes on Elinia.

At that moment, Elinia threw that key toward me.

"... Huh?

"... ah..."

Elinia's aim is very precise, and that key subsides in my hand.

I lock the door and step into the next room from the other door in the room.

It's not what I found out, though it sounds like a gunshot and a hard knock on the door.

(... If I go out in the hallway, they'll probably find me... and if they see me, they'll catch up to me)

It means we're not away from that place when that noise sounds.

While that guy is knocking on the door over there, I hope Elinia calls in a guard to take him down...... I guess it's hard.

He slipped out of several rooms, carefully crossed the corridor where no one was present, made sure he was not using it, and then slipped out to the next room, where the door was not open, using the master key to go through.

I won't be knocking on the door anymore, so maybe the Viscount will be looking for me, too.

(I guess the rest is luck...)

It is also possible that we are looking in the opposite direction. But I might be looking for this side, so I can't lose my mind. I noticed while sneaking away.

(I don't know what to do, I can't go back to where I came from anymore!

I'm not sure I can go back at all.

(Sorry, Phil, Your Highness is mad at me for being clean!

Mostly, I don't even know where I'm going.

"... Ah, here..."

Probably the area His Highness uses.

Because the interior decoration shades... the curtains and walls are the same as His Royal Highness's office. The carpet, which is probably dark blue, is not used, but is rounded and placed at the corner of the room.

"Paperwork warehouse, huh?

Certainly that would make the carpet unnecessary.

The wooden crate, unwrought on the floor, was like a tower. of a tall tower with many and many, the contents of which are probably all documents.

Its next room was a similar document warehouse, and its next room was a document warehouse. And that next room, too. However, I still see about half the floor in this room.

"How far is the paperwork warehouse...?

He opened the door gently and quietly, then glanced down the hallway.

(No one...)

Okay, so I go out into the hallway.

"... that, here"

Decorated with paintings I've seen.

Turn back and turn the corner.

"Oh, I knew it"

That's right, me too, somehow I know the path I could get through.

(... Tochaku!

Sturdy oak doors to see. It is also natural to feel a sense of ready-to-see in that glow of shiny brass door knobs.

I'm gonna knock small with this... no one's answering.

I knocked on the door again, and there was no response, so I opened it thinly and slipped inside.

(... if it's not a gown, it's easy to get in without having to open all the doors)

Behind it, through a library-like room with lots of bookshelves, is His Royal Highness's office. I was just a little nervous and knocked on the door.

"... after all, are you there..."

Exactly. Looks like the clerk's off today, and he's cleaned up beautifully on his desk.

(Though the Viscount, he probably won't get this far, will he?)

Your Highness is not here, nor is there a knight of escort.

(If there is an escort in hiding, we should be contacting His Highness...)

Then I'm sure someone will come here.

I thought I'd sit in the chair, my usual seat, a little mischievous and sat down in His Highness's chair.

(Ooh, it looks like this from His Highness's seat)

I don't know what it is, but I kind of just felt a little happy.

(... If I can see His Highness, first, let's talk about the two of us just now)

I would not have understood half the meaning of the words Elinia and the Viscount were interchangeable.

What I found out was. That that person named Viscount Fursald was touring every bit of it and needed this master key for it.

And that Elinia refused to do so.

(I'm sure he'll make sure you tell His Highness)

That's one of my absolute rules.

(... that? People's, voices?

As soon as I thought someone's voice approached me, I stepped out of the chair and dived straight under the desk.

If the Lord of the Voice is Your Highness. But if you were another person......

The door opened with smudges, and there were two shadows.