The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

I left the white dormitory to be dragged by Mr. Sam.

After leaving the white dorm, he was blindfolded and taken to several serious and humid places with dark vision.

... the barn, I guess.

"Here we are."

At the same time as Mr. Sam's short words, I am removed from my blindfold.

When I opened my eyes, it was as bleak as I expected.

The walls are old brick construction, ancient that I don't think is the King's Metropolitan Church, which should have only been built a few years ago.

They still have buildings in the former Wang Capital Church to think from the old hidden passageways I used to escape from Mr. Sam and some of the old corridors in the Wang Capital Church.

You should think I left it intentionally.

Maybe he rebuilt the King's Capital Church to make it easier to do Sabato.

It also explains that the people who normally work in the King's Capital Church do not know the presence of the nobles who took part in Sabat.

Something about a plan of sight has probably been submitted to the royal family.

When I was thinking, Martha, who had been silent for so long, had looked at me as if to mock me.

"I can't believe you pretended to be pure and stupid and even cheated on Dachi... you're a female fox"

I laughed unexpectedly at the voice I made a clear fool of myself.

"Heh heh. That's an odd encounter. I thought I was a fox, too."

"You, are you making fun of Atashi?

"I'm not fooling around or anything. But you, who gladly wave your tail to the owners of the nurses, who explore and circulate information to feed on the gold that the King's Metropolitan Church flickers... if I were a female fox, Martha would be a bitch."

"This woman!!

When I wondered if I heard a bash slap on my cheek, my right cheek gave me gingin pain. At the same time my mouth was cut off, it tasted like blood.

Still, I laugh as provoking.

If we were to succumb here, we would easily be killed as worthless sinners.

"Are you noble?

Still ignoring the noisy Martha, Mr. Sam asks me.

"Come on? What do you think?"

"Intelligence agents are good at hiding themselves. Well, it's not my job to investigate. I can't do this because I'm busy for a few days, so I'm gonna hold you here for a while."

"Understood."

"Hey Sam!! You can kill a woman like this!!

Sam stares cold at Martha, whose voice is absurd.

"If you're right, this guy's a second-prince child intelligence agent. You are likely to have important information. If it's true, I'd like to get the information right away, but he's paying for the specialty, and most importantly, he's running out of manpower in many places right now. I don't have time to do research."

"No, you can threaten me with a weapon!

"So if they spit information about the lie and it's confusing up there, it's the kettle this woman thinks. Besides, she doesn't swear allegiance to the Second Prince. If I'd sworn allegiance, I'd be dead from a tongue bite when we caught me. Then, depending on the conditions, this woman is going to give us the information."

"Chip."

Don't do anything extra, Martha.

"Wow!!

And at the end he glanced at me, and Martha left the chamber.

Without a glance at it, Mr. Sam shackled my hands and feet.

I was restrained with my hands and feet, and my body could not support me well, and I rolled on the floor.

Mr. Sam looked satisfied when he looked down at me.

"That's pretty much the end of the day's work. I'm tired."

"That's tiresome. By the way, are you sure my mouth doesn't have to be blocked?

"You're not the gagger type."

"Is that... praised?

"I don't know. And Koch asks me what your name is."

Name, huh?

Idiot, you can't honestly name your real name, and it's a pain in the ass to think about your name.

Then...

"... it's Leah. That's my name."

"Leah. I remember. Well, I'll be back in two days. Until then, don't do anything strange."

Mr. Sam leaves with the heavy iron fence keys closed and his hands flickering across the iron fence.

Drop it off faceless, and I think about what I'm going to do.

What should we do now... No, what will happen now?

The stinking chamber only heard regular water sounds leaking from where.

♢

Sam had come to the office of the Duke of McMillan for that report after detaining Leah, the woman of intelligence.

Martha is not here.

Considering that, I thought I seemed to be somewhat trusted.

In addition to the Duke, there was Father Michael in the office.

"The intelligence officer is an apprentice nurse woman named Ellen. They say Leah now."

"Ellen...?

Only for a moment, but Father Mikhail looked surprised.

The Duke does not miss it and pursues it.

"You know, Mikhail"

"A little, to the extent that I know my face. Duke."

Sam knew the word was a lie.

Because I've seen you take Ellen on many occasions to sell absolution marks.

But Sam doesn't say anything.

That's not the job I was given, because I don't get paid for it.

The Duke seemed to believe Father Michael's words.

(Because this priest is famous for being a suspicious man)

I could get into that guy, Ellen. - No, Sam thought Leah was a hell of a woman.

"Sam. What are the characteristics of an intelligence agent?

"Blonde blue eyes. I'm in my late teens. Gender is woman. My face was a beauty. It's going to be gold if you sell it. And he seemed to have useful information."

"When you're blonde, you might be a former nobleman. Well, if you can pull out as much information as you can, kill him."

"Rikai"

Without saying anything extra, Sam informs the Duke of his acceptance.

Sam and the Duke are only about employers and mercenaries.

Employer's orders are absolute. As long as they're rewarded.

"Well, excuse me today. We need to restore health in preparation for Sabato."

That's what I'm leaving the office of the Duke of McMillan.

(I don't think that room should be tough.)

Sam walked down the hallway of King's Metropolitan Church quietly, wondering if he would even drink to change his mood.

♢

How long would it have been?

The guard and I thought a man had brought us a meal twice.

But in the dim barn, the feeling of time goes crazy and I don't know.

- Tips.

Multiple human footsteps echo in the chamber.

Is Sabat finished and came to examine me?

I meditated my eyes.

The effect of eye drops to change the color of the eyes is already broken.

Now I am back to the purple eyes that are worshipped in the Kingdom of Samorta.

Seeing that, one will know who I am... especially for a man like the Duke of McMillan.

This is... a rather dangerous situation.

I named him Leah, and I thought Edward would notice, but it didn't seem to work.

Well, I didn't originally think it would work that well.

The footsteps stopped in front of my chamber.

When I opened my eyes thinly, Martha and three men stood there.

"Hey, are you awake? Princess."

Martha looking down at me, saying in an annoying tone.

Apparently, someone has arrived who doesn't make sense. It sucks.

"Good morning. So, what can I do for you? Already in time for an investigation?

When I told Martha not to show her eyes, did she not like it, Martha approached me and pulled her hair up.

"Grr."

"Why don't you whisper in a good voice? They'll make amends for making fun of you."

When Martha said so, the men behind her turned their inferior gaze to me.

... That's what I'm saying.

Perhaps the strange sight that came to my mind is right.

"Sam said he'd look me up. This is the investigation? You think I'm gonna talk to this amateur?

"Say anything. The priest ordered me to kill you."

Father - Probably about Father Michaels.

Do you think I'm gonna have to do this arbitrarily before you make me talk too much?

How cute you are.

Bo, thinking all the time, at some point the shackles that had been put on his legs were removed.

"I can't open my legs, and I can't fuck anything."

"Nasty."

"Uuch!!

As Martha grabbed my hair, she slammed it against the wall at her disposal.

It was not a major injury because it was struck by the iron shackles still on his hands.

I bled out of my wrist.

Blood conveys arms and it's disgusting.

That's what I thought, looked up, and as I leaned down, Martha laughed out loud, mistakenly thinking I was crying.

"Hahaha!! I'm gonna watch you get fucked here, fox."

Rough nosed men approach me.

"That's the worst part."

And I decided to be ready, and gazed upon the men with purple eyes.