Bad Maids

e one who bought everything.
There is no reason for you to thank me.
When you look at it, this carriage too was borrowed to carry the luggage and I got to ride it shamelessly.”

“I guess that’s true.”

The big knight chuckled and after emptying the cup at once, he handed it back to her.

“We still don’t trust you.”

“I know.”

“Still, we intend to go in front of Ortega’s palace later.”

Predicting the weather could be a coincidence.
Now and then, even farmers or fishermen who were exceptionally clever could read the weather quite well.

However, if she manages to predict the demonstration of the Liberation Army on top of the ambushes, the knights wouldn’t be able to ignore her words in the future.

“Tell Sir Carus not to go to the traveller’s inn but to the inn with a red sailor painted on it.”

“Why?”

“Because we came in secretly.
We have to go to an inn that accepts even pirates as customers to encounter an owner and employees who can hold their tongue.”

Bavaslov tapped Yulia on the shoulders and exclaimed.

“Oh! You big fat lump of luck.”

“Don’t say weird things…”

“Hey, you.
You said you were being chased by those guys from Marjoram or whatever.
You don’t know when these hyenas will show up again so make sure to look good in front of Carus and stick with us.
That way, we won’t have to clean up your body.”

“Stop cleaning up bodies.
Whether he is a captain or not, why does he keep making you clean up other people’s bodies.”

“You’re telling me not to do it?”

“Just throw it away.”

‘There’s nothing good about collecting corpses’ Yulia said in a light tone.

In any case, if she died, she would go on to her tenth life so it didn’t matter much.

On that same day in the afternoon, Carus, who was resting at the inn with the red sailor hat painted on it, received the visit of the excited Bavaslov.

Through him, he heard that a surprise demonstration had been staged in front of Ortega’s palace by the Liberation Army.

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2.
The one who takes revenge

In order to destroy the Marquis of Marjoram, she needed the strength of Baikan.

It was only after living eight times that Yulia came to that realization.

The Marquis of Marjoram was not an individual.
It was a mass in which many families, including their shared interests, and all kinds of powerful people were intertwined.
And at the top, there was the King.

‘That’s why I kept failing.’

There was no use in destroying the Marquis if the King was still alive.
She was an individual while her opponent was a kingdom.

‘If I want to utilize the power of Baikan, I have to hold hands with Carus.’

That’s what she kept thinking.
She tried to find a way to be of help to Carus while achieving her goal.

She could also use him and throw him away.
However, she wasn’t sure about anything else but she didn’t want to betray him.

It was because he was the man who had rescued her every time.
It didn’t matter if it was a coincidence and if he had no intention to do so in the first place.

It was close to midnight.
Yulia stood in front of Carus’s room.

“Sir Carus.”

The other knights had fallen into a deep sleep during the day in order to relieve the fatigue that they had accumulated due to the difficult journey, but she was wide awake.

“I have something to tell you.”

Carus didn’t respond.
It didn’t seem to be because he was sleeping deeply.

“Sir Carus is not here.”

It was Bavaslov.
He came walking leisurely from one side of the hallway.

“Go back to your room, punk.
It’s late.”

“Why are you awake?”

Yulia asked.

A dim lamplight lit up the hallways.
Bavaslov stood under it and touched his chin as if troubled.

“Yulia, I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“I also believe you.”

“Thank you.”

Yulia promptly replied.
She lightly smiled as well.
However, Bavaslov didn’t smile back at her.

“But you know… It’s better not to act overly suspiciously.”

He seemed to be genuinely worried about Yulia.

“Whether you are a witch or a fortune teller, you are the one who saved our lives so I don’t want to have to detain and interrogate you.
That’s quite barbaric, you see.
Do you understand what I mean?”

“…Yes.”

“Go sleep.
Let’s eat something tasty tomorrow morning.”

Then, he led Yulia to her room with an awkward gesture.
It was an excessively cautious attitude.

Yulia smiled lightly and talked to him.

“You know, Bavaslov.
You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I know you’ve been watching me from the beginning.
But I don’t hate you.
It's true.”

“It’s the same for me.”

‘So, that knife, you don’t have to hide it’ Yulia whispered.

She knew they were suspicious of her from the beginning, and she was not naive enough to be upset about it.

Bavaslov smiled with a scowl on his face.

“Women who are quick-witted are scary.”

A medium-length knife was skillfully hidden on his waist.

Yulia trusted that she wouldn’t resent Bavaslov even if he killed her using that knife.

It’s what she had decided ever since he had handed her those warm fur gloves.