Yeoboon walked away with a slightly amused look.
Davery seemed reluctant to show it, but he was embarrassed to look at her.
The reason is obvious.
Because she is someone who knows the details of his past.
Well, it wasn't a great past from her point of view.
However, there is indeed a sense of separation from the current Davery.
Yeoboon went to the duchess imagining Davery's frightening face, and in fact, he could see a response that was not very different from her imagination.
"Yeoboon, why...... are you here?"
"Well."
Yeoboon shrugged and laughed.
The colour faded from the face of Davery, who didn't lose much to her.
"No way...."
"Yeoboon!"
Yeoboon turned to a clear voice welcoming her.
Lalisa was smiling brightly.
"The Duchess."
"You've come. It's really good to see you."
"No, thank you very much for inviting me."
She means it.
The moment she arrived here, her heart grew stronger.
It was more pleasant than she thought to see the pitifully contemplative face of Davery.
Yeoboon didn't know, but she still had a grudge against Davery.
About him betraying her, abandoning her and leaving her.
In fact, the two were not very close to each other to express their abandonment, but what was important was how Yeoboon felt at the time.
"I've heard before that you have your knighthood title. Congratulations, then shall I call you Dame Wolf now?"
"Please call me by name. It's more familiar and comfortable."
"All right, Dame Yeoboon."
At this time, Davery's expression became more appreciable.
Yeoboon hid her smile.
'I guess you don't like something.'
Soon Lalisa was busy, but she went into the mansion first.
Davery did not follow her and remained in his seat.
Yeoboon tilted her head in the glare of Davery.
"You're going to pierce my face."
"What are you thinking?"
"Well, even when there's only two of us, our hand and foot are still twisted."
"Don't care. I asked you what you were up to."
Yeoboon knew why Davery sat up to the point where he was so primed.
She's sure he's not doing that only to her, but to everyone in this mansion.
It's probably a kind of defence strategy.
If she talks comfortably, he might get angry like a dog.
Yeoboon laughed.
She has a hard time pretending to be noble because she dared to break the wrist of a nobleman aristocrat.
"The Duke must have noticed at the first meeting, and it's clear who doesn't want to be caught."
"What?"
"It's nothing. The Honorable Knight, Sir Davery. Didn't you just ask what I was up to?"
Yeoboon folded her arms.
Then she stared at Davery, who was a few centimetres taller than her and smiled.
"It's nothing. It's just an incredibly noble and altruistic intention. It's the intention of comforting the dumped lamb up close."
"Who's been dumped......."
Davery opened his mouth as if he was trying to refute it automatically and closed it again.
"Why? If you have something to say, say it."
".......that's enough. I don't want to deal with it."
Yeoboon laughed out loud.
Davery, who pretended to be gentle, had this taste.
It's a joke.
She wouldn't have done it in the past.
Instead of responding to each and every one of them, he would have pulled out his sword and put it in her throat.
That was fine, but it wasn't that bad now.
Anyway, it was fun.
"Poor Davery, you know I'm sensible, right? I'll play with you without any difficulties, so don't worry."
"Just leave here right now. That's the best comfort."
"I don't want to."
Davery's expression crumpled up.
Yeoboon laughed even louder as soon as he saw Davery turning his head as if he had really given up on dealing with her anymore.
In the hot summer of the midday sun, new talent was added to the Duke of Jeon.
* * *
Hello.
My name is Yuna.
I'm an ordinary maid who likes to watch and listen to trivial stories around.
I recently moved to another place of work, and I consider it the best thing I've done in my life lately.
Why?
That's because........
"Ahhhhh Look over there!"
My fellow maid Mimi, who was carrying the laundry, hit my waist with her elbow.
It hurt, but I didn't show that it was hurt.
Because when Mimi hits me like this, there was always a good reason.
"Oh, my God."
It's like that.
I looked out the window of the hall with Mimi and swallowed an exclamation.
What was out of the hall window?
There was the Duke of Jeon, the master of this mansion, an unrealistic handsome man who could not be adapted to the world at first sight.
And next to him was his wife, the Duchess.
Then I can explain it to you here.
Why do I think that moving to this mansion is the best thing I've done in recent years?
"They always look good together......."
I said it with an ecstatic look.
I assure you, they are a better couple than any other couple I've ever seen in my life.
I'm telling you.
Can there be a better couple than them in the world?
The reason why I think like this is because I'll tell you gradually, and thanks to this, I feel like I've been living in romance novels every day lately.
One unfortunate thing is that I'm not the main character but the point of view of observer 1.
"My eyes were happy again today. Let's go."
Mimi tapped me again with her elbow and moved first.
Just in time, the Duke kissed the Duchess on the cheek, so I quickly turned my head and followed Mimi.
"Yuna, you know what?"
"What?"
Mimi, who was watering the flower garden in the backyard, talked.
Chatting on duty is very welcome.
It's boring to work silently.
Isn't it?
"Why are there so many red and white flowers in this backyard?"
"Oh, of course, I know."
She looked at me as something, and I slapped Mimi on the shoulder with my palm.
Mimi screamed, 'Aya'.
Oops, I guess the power went in without knowing it.
It's actually a revenge for stabbing me with her elbow.
I said, tilting the nebulizer for a sieve.
"This is because the white flower resembles the Duke, and the red flower resembles the Duchess."
Originally, there weren't many flowers here.
There were some flowers but not many kinds of flowers.
But one day, the Duchess began to fill this place with white flowers that resembled the Duke's white hair, and then she was caught.
So what happened?
The Duke began planting red flowers here as if he would not lose, and the Duchess was caught - later it gradually became a competition.
As a result, vast support was filled with white and red flowers.
Childish?
No.
Oh, isn't it romantic?
That's what I think.
In fact, I'm sure some of you will think that way.
The Duke and the Duchess are quarrelling over this landscape - in fact, it seemed like the Duchess was unilaterally criticizing what this was, then seeing each other eye contact and burst into laughter.
My heart was beating at that time.
Seriously, it will be hard to see their sweet eyes and smile again no matter where I go.
The smile that seemed to melt away was like cotton candy...
That's... hahahaha.
"Yuna?"
Oh no.
I guess I failed to keep my expression.
I quickly cleared my face and coughed in vainly.
When the romance gauge is full, this happens sometimes.
It was then.
"Oh, ma'am?"
I couldn't find it because of the flowers and bushes, but my master, the Duchess was not far from us.
The Duchess just happened to find a man hill.
"Yuna and this is....... Mimi, right?
"Yes, that's right, Ma'am."
The Duchess is really sweet.
She even remembers our names, who are just working on chores.
We were so honoured to be called that we twisted our bodies.
"You're working hard again today. Well, there's a lot of flowers in the backyard, right? Thank you always."
"No! We are grateful! It was our earnest desperate dream to water the flower in the backyard in full bloom from childhood."
I don't remember having such a small dream, but I lied a little bit.
The Duchess smiled softly at us.
Ah, it's beautiful.
It is dazzling.
The reward of lying is sprung up.
"Lady."
At this time, Bessie, the maid of this mansion, came close.
Bessie, who has served the Duchess for a very long time, has been holding on to the title 'Lady' ever since she got married.
Sometimes it feels like it was Bessie's privilege, so we often envy her.
"There you are. I heard the chef made a new tart, so try some."
At the same time, Bessie and Mimi's eyes turned at the same time.
Bessie was holding a basket in her right hand.
Yay! Yay!
T! A! R! T! TART!
We know that.
I'm sure the Duchess will surely offer us that appetizing tart in that coveted basket.
"Again? Didn't he make pudding last time? His experimental spirit will never cool down."
"It's a good spirit."
"That's true but.... well, would you like to try it, too, Yuna, Mimi?"
Long live, Duchess!
Hooray!
The Duchess is always gracious, but it's especially touching at times like this.
Our Ma'am is the best!
Bessie opened the basket with a look of helplessness.
As soon as the cover was opened, the smell of fragrant tart spread through the backyard.
What did my beloved chef put in this time?
Cheese?
Cream?
It smells so sweet and strong.
But it was then.
"Uweegh!"