— Truthfully, there is nothing concrete that can support these thoughts of mine. —
The words of the young maid resounded in his head.
— Nonetheless, just as Lady Theressa, Young Master Paul has always requested my leave whenever visiting my Lady. —
"..... She never saw anything."
— Personally... The Young Master... when the time to dismiss me from their presence came... It felt ominous for some reason. —
The cautious eyes of the girl scowled as she told her beliefs.
— And... Although it may be this servant's overthinking... Lady Marianne's quiet nature felt as if vanishing whenever I welcomed her back..... If she already made no sound... then it was as if she was not there to emit any. —
"... Kh..!... Please... let it not be true...!"
His pace sped up to reach his friend's lounge.
— Go back to Marianne's side... There might be a need for another maid to help you. —
