I face Patricia in the hallway. She glares at me silently.
She's a bit too cheeky for a mere maid. What gives her such confidence?
I turn my gaze away, pretending to be bored by her presence, rather than annoyed. Her eyes are full of fury as if I made her suffer who knows what pain. At least, she's smart enough not to say anything.
How can a maid get away with harassing a noble? I can't understand the Ethirians, really. It looks like I'll have to do something on my own.
The main issue is that I have no proofs of Patricia's wrongdoings, but I have the feeling that she won't stop at poisoning me. Her expression is that of a person that had planned further.
I'll have to obtain justice with my own hands. And I'll have to be a bit wicked if I want to succeed. More than a bit, actually. I wonder what kind of revenge will be more satisfying. Alexander already complained about the maids to the Emperor, but nothing changed.