The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

Five days after the Knights Awards Ceremony, I was returning to King's Capital Church and my days as an apprentice nurse Ellen.

The only difference is that we frequently help sell exemption notes.

I have been selling it every two days lately.

He was Father Michaels, who had said his frivolous mouth before, but recently it has accelerated even further, reaching a point where you can call it intimidation.

To buy absolution marks, poor believers were desperately constructing money.

And the upper ecclesiastical level of the King's Capital Church, which includes Father Mikhail, who takes it fine with his ugly heart, is just the devil.

I don't think this will last forever.

Your Majesty or father can't be unawary of the Wang Metropolitan Church, which has recently moved flashly.

But to say that you are leaving it wild is to leave Mr. Edward to deal with it, or is there something else going on that I can't get around to... it's only a second prince's pawn, something I don't understand.

But even though I have carried things carefully so far and kept the critical line that His Majesty himself moves out... it's been moving really flashy lately.

Is this to say that the Duke McMillan family - and hence the Church congregation - is going to make a big move?

The worst development came to mind for a moment, but wipes it right out of my head.

It's not part of my hand. Now I just do what I can.

Let us believe in His Majesty.

As Ellen I helped sell the immunity todays as well.

Today's sacred relics are perfumed oils in small pottery vessels.

Of course, it's not a real sacred relic, it's just perfumed oil.

It was sold at roughly thirty times the cost.

"Ellen, put the excess fragrance oil here"

"I understand, Father Michaels!

As Ellen, he replied energetically, placing a box with a surplus of fragrance oil in the corner of Father Michael's office.

"He worked well today. I'm hoping again, Ellen."

"Yes!"

Is Father Mikhail's words of labor still a reward today?

It's a real hassle. If it wasn't Ellen, I wouldn't do this with a smile on my face.

When I was half serious about changing my acting settings, Father Michael told me abruptly that he just remembered.

"There will be no sale of absolution marks the day after tomorrow. So you don't have to come here."

"Do you have something to do?

I have another important job to do.

Another important job. Is this about Sabato?

While I carefully continue to perform Ellen, I explore 'important work'.

"Well! That's an important job for the church. Is there anything I can do to help?

innocently pure, staring at Father Mikhail with sparkling eyes.

Father Michael was kind to Ellen when he looked niggardly and meaningful - but replied with a voice containing mockery.

"It's still early work for you, Innocent. But... maybe the day will come for you to help. Then do it, Ellen."

"Yes!"

Is it still Sabato?

I laugh inside out at the information I was able to purchase unexpectedly.

"Then Father Michael. Good luck today!

"Nice to see you again"

I left Father Michael's office and headed to the White Dorm.

♢

Late that night, Marie visited my dorm room for a regular exchange of information.

Regardless, the entrance is a window.

"There you are, Marie"

And I laid down on my bed in depression, and turned only to Marie with my face.

Marie frowns when she sees me.

"You mustn't roll into bed with something ladylike, such self-depravity. Lady."

"Phew."

"Why are you laughing?

"Think of it as the usual Marie"

It was a long time ago at the Knights Awards Ceremony because I had offered another errand, but I was unable to meet Marie.

That's why it's been a long time since I've seen Marie as usual and I feel warm.

"Marie is delighted to see the usual lady."

Removing the hard look, Marie laughed as the flowers broke.

"That doesn't sound like much bad news, does it?

In response to my inquiry, Marie strained her face immediately.

Then start reporting on the investigation I was directing.

"I'm a Halvard user man that the lady encountered, but it turns out who she is. He says he's a well-known mercenary called the Red Wolf."

"Mercenaries… generally as expected. So, why is it called the Red Wolf?

"The blood of his chopped opponent on the battlefield at Halvard, and it looks like a flame, he said, is the source of the red. As for wolves, it seems they come from a lone wolf who doesn't go into a particular organization and doesn't make associates."

"That's more egregious than I thought..."

"It's like the street names of those who make battle their business. Especially the lady known as the 'perfect lady' in the world, I think."

Hmm? I think they kind of made a fool of me.

"Which is stronger, Red Wolf or Black Butterfly?

I am mean and mouth Marie's street name from the time of the assassin.

I also know, of course, that Marie is ashamed to be called by this name.

"Didn't you always tell me to stop saying that name!

"Could it have?

"Lady!"

"Yes, sir. Please move on to the next report."

Since Marie could have bent the navel from this point forward, she returns to exchanging information on time.

"It's a search for entrances and exits reserved for nobles to enter the Wang Du Church, but I discovered something like that in more than one place, such as a cemetery on the outskirts of Wang Du. After about three weeks of letting the Lewis family stake out, all of them were in and out of what I believe to be noble or church officials."

"Multiple... please continue to check for any other entrances. And write on the map the location of the entrance as much as you know now and give it to Vincent. I'm prepared to cross from there to Mr. Edward."

"Yes, sir."

"And... also tell them that Sabato is likely to be held the day after tomorrow"

"Is it the day after tomorrow? If so, is it true that the role of the lady is near the end?"

"Not necessarily. But it won't be Edward who misses this opportunity."

"Does the lady expect the second prince to move?

"Now that the Church's activities are active, there's no reason not to move. If you're mottled, you'll shrug your feet easily. To be honest, church congregations are unusual right now. Everyone hides their weaknesses well, even though they are nobles who do not call themselves incompetent, but only think of their own personal desires. And there's some cohesion in action"

"It's not just the Duke McMillan family, you think something big is working?

"I don't know that far. But to Your Majesty, Father, and maybe Edward knows something. Well, maybe. What speculation. Let's not talk about it. Because even if you think about it, you don't get answers."

"If you have any information that sounds like it, I'll look into it right away."

"Please."

"And lady, please keep me company for the next Sabato. As a second prince's handkerchief, the lady worked too much. I don't think she's a noble lady."

"That's a thorny way to put it."

When Marie kneels down at me sitting on her bed, she begs with her eyes slightly moistened.

"I'm stabbing the nail, ma'am. Originally, this job is not something that no substitute like a lady should do. Until I had no choice but to go because of some thoughts of my husband and the order of the Second Prince. So don't do anything dangerous anymore."

Marie, a samurai, cannot restrict my actions, nor can she refuse orders imposed on herself.

That's why I could painfully understand that Marie was a late act worrying about me.

"I can't promise. But... I'm not going to die yet. So, Marie. If you're worried, come back early to finish the order I gave you. And you protect me."

I wrap Marie's white cheeks with my hands, and I spin my words peacefully.

"Yes, I will protect you, my lady, even in my place."

"If you can, take care of your life, okay? For you are the only Marie of (...) to me"

"Yes. I understand. I will return to the Mansion as soon as possible."

Marie left the room through the window without sound, sparkling her eyes of a different will.

I'm happy to have such a precious maid as Marie.

I looked out the window for a while, but I still couldn't see the view satisfactorily due to the tree growing in front of the window.

It's a nice room for intelligence, but it's not for living.

I turn my eyes to the candle fire placed on my desk.

The candles are short and will only be able to shake the fire for a few moments later.

"Shall we go to bed now?"

When was the next candle payment, a knocking noise echoed in the room as I was trying to breathe out to get rid of the candle, laughing bitterly at myself completely used to the life of the King's Capital Church.

- - Concon.

Who the hell is that at this hour?

When Monica may have come, she opens the door thinking of the accomplice girl.

"Yes. Who are you at this hour - Mr. Sam and Mr. Martha!?

"Hey, Ellen! Sman late at night. You got a minute?

Beyond the door was a mercenary in a war wearing the skin of a gatekeeper, emitting a flaming presence.

And behind it is Martha, the dorm manager.

I was in the mood for tongue-beating.

Martha, a church dog, and Sam, a Sabato associate... the worst combination ever.

"I'm fine... is something wrong?

As Ellen performs, I peek at the other person's way out.

"For what..."

"You're not clear, Sam. Ellen, I just need to check something out. It's not just Ellen, it's the other apprentices. Unfortunately, it's compulsory."

Martha laughed luxuriously and Mr. Sam looked at me with a slightly sorry face.

"That's what I'm saying, so I'm sorry."

――

I noticed there was Mr. Sam in front of me.

And when I realized it was already late, my hands were restrained, and my body pressed against the wall.

What, this speed of out of common sense!!

Even to resist, the joints were deliberately held down and not even moved satisfactorily.

"Gu... ah... stop it, Mr. Sam"

I persuade Mr. Sam to hold me back as I continue to perform Ellen.

"You can't do that. This is my job."

Sam had a bright smile like when he worked as a gatekeeper, but he never seemed to hear my words.

"The woman who came to Wang Du Church three or four months ago... the terms match, but I think Ellen is white though"

"Just make sure."

"Heh heh."

Martha approaches me and pulls my face.

"Yikes..."

"Before checking the room, let's start with a physical exam."

After pulling his face, Martha seemed to mock my body and make sure there were no weapons.

I crawled through my legs and was uncomfortable with Martha's hand, which flaunted my chest, but I stood still against it.

Fortunately, I'm not armed right now and Martha's physical examination never caught my eye.

Sounds fine.

Martha's words loosened Sam's restraint, and I relieved him slightly.

"Come on, when it comes to disguise, you have hair. Well, there's no reason for such beautiful hair..."

I was relieved of severe tension and a little distracted, I was delayed in reacting.

Sam pulled my hair so hard in some cases.

Slipping off Ellen's dark brown hair.

And the loosely wavy blonde who appeared in its place was shining inside the dim room.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Sam pokes the knife that was resting on me.

The motion came toward me, drawing a straight line of activation, but somehow it came to pass.

But I can get Mr. Sam to pack the time before I move on to the next move.

Simple knife orbit to guide me to where I want to be!!

Mr. Sam's relentless kick flies, but I can't avoid it either, and it's as decent as it gets on my back.

"- Kaha."

Oxygen is forced out of the lungs.

A severe pain ran over my back and my head clawed due to lack of acid, but I was forced to rebuild my posture and look for a way out.

But there was Mr. Sam in front of me, looking down at me as I blurred my consciousness.

And restrained him to cover himself as he twisted up my arms, and whispered in my ear.

"I finally found you, Miss Black Cat"

"Well, what is it?

I stare at Mr. Sam as I turn around, enduring the pain in my body.

"This move is not amateur. From the outfit, that's the black cat from that time, isn't it? I can't believe the rat was a cat."

"How rude of a rat. So... what are you going to do with me, Wolf (...)?"

Smell in the words that I know that Mr. Sam is a Red Wolf.

The only thing I can do when I'm caught is to have useful information and think that it's a shame to kill immediately.

Sam laughed niggardly about my intentions being conveyed.

"Heh, apparently you're not stupid. Are you sure it's Ellen?

"I'm not Ellen. You just killed Ellen."

The innocent girl is no longer here.

I exist as Julianna of the Second Prince's pawn.

"Right. Still, if you look good, you're an upper-ball. What do you say, be my girl?

"You said you were out of defense when you first met me, right?

"That's Miss Ellen, not you"

"I don't like it. You don't mean it in the first place."

"I thought it would be interesting if you followed me. Or not."

Mr. Sam left the room holding me captive.

And I speak to Martha, who is in the room moaning.

"Hey, Martha. We got rats, let's go."

"Ah, oh. Okay, I get it."

When I left the hallway, the people who noticed the noise were coming out of the room.

And see me restrained by a gatekeeper man with a threatening look.

But when I found Martha behind the man, he gave me a slightly relieved look.

And some of them were Miriam, whom Ellen had been close to, and Anne, who was in an accomplice relationship with me.

Martha approaches Millia and Monica and throws questions.

"Ellen was an intelligence agent from another country. Don't you know what Miriam and Ann are"

"What, Ellen!? And I don't know!! I don't know anyone like this!! Believe me!!

Miriam is desperately appealing to Martha, staring at me.

I removed my gaze from the sight and turned my attention to Monica.

Monica and I had eyes, but our gaze was immediately distracted.

"Well, I believe you. How's Ann?

"Wow, me too...... I didn't know Ellen was an intelligence agent!!

Monica, absurdly speaking, stares at me just like Miriam.

"This, traitor!!

The word pierced my heart deeply -