67: The Villainess is Worried
Hey, aren’t you being rude?
Being a palace maid is every girl’s dream!
What’s wrong with wanting to try on a maid’s uniform at least once in your life?!
But my friends were being serious.
“It’s not too late. Just stop. You do realize being a maid doesn’t involve picking fights with nobles and lords, right?”
“Anita, what is your impression of me, really?”
Anita’s expression remained stiff.
Eivind and Mark, sitting across from me, nodded in agreement.
Like I said, aren’t they being rude?
Flash forward, we were in a carriage heading to the royal capital. Since our destination was nearby, I was allowed to ride with them. However, Eivind and Anita were hellbent on changing my destination to the Royal Institute of Magic.
Thus, Eivind intervened.
“Don’t you still have to finish the fireworks yourself? If you come to my house, you’ll be able to make some incredible progress. Heck, I’ll even provide you the materials to make even more amazing fireworks!”
“To be able to use all the research materials I want… Well, it does sound appealing. But I want to leave the final touch to my dear friend?”
“Cecily…?”
When I smiled, Anita was so touched that her eyes sparkled.
Ha! I avoided going to the Royal Institute of Magic!
But there was one thing that bothered me… Mark.
Among us here, he was the only one who didn’t object to my decision of becoming a maid.
When I looked up at him quietly, Mark curtly said.
“Don’t you think Lady Travasta would look good in a maid uniform?”
As expected from the future king!
Well, he was still a prince now—but he was Cecily’s future king!
[Sure, only according to you!]
Cecily retorted inwardly, but I didn’t care.
After work started in earnest, I didn’t think I’d have time to go to the Royal Institute of Magic. For the time being, two of the days out of two weeks were supposed to be days off… but since my future was at stake, I’d curry favor with my seniors—I mean, accompany them to their meals. I’d also work without pay—I mean, work for training purpose.
Still, somehow, I wanted to show Mark the appearance of Maid Cecily.
I didn’t mind developing a spell or two to do so, I began brainstorming for a realism spell.
Eivind confirmed with Anita.
“Lady Heige, as I’ve said many times before, you can think of the completion of these fireworks as a direct link to your employment. I’ll personally support you, but I can’t help you. You and Mark have to do your best.”
“That’s exactly my intention!”
Anita then held out her hand to Mark, saying, “Let’s work hard together!”
Mark was somewhat hesitant, but he took her hand and said, “I’ll be in your care.”
Well, Mark might have been feeling guilty about not being in the same boat as her because he’d be becoming the king in the future.
Then, Cecily retorted.
[While it’s true that they aren’t on the same boat, he never said a word about becoming king?]
So, I have about two weeks, right?
As usual, I continued to brainstorm my realism spell, gazing out of the carriage.
In truth, I wanted to be the one to shake Anita’s hand back. Still, I mustn’t think of that.
I’d be gone in the not-too-distant future, so all I could do was quietly support her.
Then, on the way, one of us (actually, Cecily and I) alighted from the carriage first.
“Will you really be okay? If any trouble arises, don’t hesitate to mention Helge’s name! I’ve already made arrangements with Father and his people! They will cover it up as if nothing ever happened!”
“Can you make it to the castle? Don’t take any detours, okay? Even if a suspicious person calls out to you, don’t just annihilate them, okay? If you get annoyed, wait for three seconds before acting, okay?”
“Well, do your best, but don’t push yourself too hard.”
Really, how do Anita and Eivind see me?
Mark’s simple kindness really touched my heart. As expected of Cecily’s king.
[Aren’t you being too persistent?]
And so, amidst loud cheers, I carried my suitcase and walked to the gates of the royal castle.
Today, the bespectacled guard wasn’t there. Feeling a bit relieved, I was led by an ordinary soldier and arrived at the courtyard, where we were to be assembled.
“What are you doing here?”
I smiled at the familiar face.
I’m so happy!
There were roughly fifty people from all over the country who wanted to become palace maids. Of those, only about ten were selected.
I’d be fighting through this battle for two weeks.
It was really reassuring to compete alongside my twin sister!
“Well then, Big Sis! I’ll be in your care for two weeks!”
“NoooOOOOoooOOO!”
The scream of Cecily’s twin sister, Neria, echoed through the air.
I was glad. Big Sis seemed fine today too.
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