Former Assassin 10

“The meal is ready.”

“?”

After Rosemary and Heinrich’s engagement was unanimously decided, Duke Violet’s house received a tutor for Rosemary.  

Although the engagement hadn’t been made public, Rosemary was officially Heinrich’s fiancée, so she had several escort knights assigned to her.

Nowadays, Rosemary couldn’t be seen without her escort knights and maids.

Rosemary was thrilled at the princess-treatment, while Amaryllis was touched by the royal palace’s attentiveness—which, to me, sounded more like supervision.

Of course, Rosemary couldn’t see that because she was having too much fun.

I decided that as long as it didn’t threaten my welfare, I’d pay no heed. 

But now, that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.

A maid delivered breakfast to my room even though I didn’t ask for it. She didn’t even ask for permission before striding in as if she owned the place.

I guess that’s because I’ve been quiet ever since I hurt Bruce.

Humans were truly troublesome creatures.

“Do not enter the room without permission. Also, I never said anything about having meals in my room.”

“This is Lady Rosemary’s order.”

“Is your master Rosemary? Or is it the Duke of Violet’s family?”

At my words, the maid wore the look of a know-it-all. However, that couldn’t be farther from the truth; after all, she didn’t even realize what she had done. 

“The Duke of Violet’s family.”

“Then why are you acting on Rosemary’s orders?”

“That’s—”

—At last, it dawned on her. Took her long enough.

…Moreover.

I glanced at the food she served on the table.

A soup with a bland color and no discernible ingredients, along with a dry piece of bread.

She calls this breakfast? Even commoners have better food. Yet she has the gall to serve this to a Duke’s daughter.

“What is that supposed to be?”

The maid followed my gaze and fell silent, seemingly feeling awkward. 

If you can’t even answer properly, why do it in the first place?

“What’s wrong? You brought me food and called it ‘breakfast’, so why are you silent? I’ll ask you again. What is that supposed to be?”

“…It’s a meal.”

“Whose?”

“The Young Lady’s…”

“I see.”

I approached the table and picked up the bowl of soup. The maid, mistakenly believing she’d been forgiven, sighed in relief.

As if I’d forgive you.

“Kyaaah—!”

I flung the bowl at the maid, causing the still-warm soup to splash on her face. The bowl hit her forehead and fell to the floor.

“Maid Marin, for whose sake did you commit such foolishness?”

“I… I—”

I slowly approached her, each step laden with murderous intent.

She trembled like a fawn, babbling nonsense.

“No answer? So, nobody is behind it? Does that mean you came up with the idea yourself? If that’s the case—”

“Uh…”

The maid crumpled to the floor, but I yanked her bangs, forcing her to look at me.

“How’d you like to be punished?”

“…—mary! It’s Lady Rosemary’s order!”

“I see. Then call her and my mother, Amaryllis.”

The maid stormed out of my room.

“How worthless.”

Transaltor’s Note: ‘How’d you like to be punished?’ //cOnfUSed sCReaMinG//