The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 89

"Even if you report it late to me, why did you take this position?"

“It was the General's order. “

"The prince?"

"Yes . ”

"Why?"

Kuhn looked at Elena with a monotonous expression. Carlisle told Kuhn to keep it a secret, so he said his prepared words.

"You're almost dangerous at the Second Prince's party. The general ordered me to keep you closer. ”

"But that was in the past. And Your Majesty knows that I don't need a guard this close— ”

Elena stop. Kuhn did not know about swordsmanship ability, so he would not understand what he meant. He sighed. Kuhn, sensing something that did not satisfy him, quickly continued.

“General is also concerned about the safety of your family. I can't believe it doesn't make sense to be prepared for any situation. ”

Carlisle had ordered only Elena to be saved in an emergency, but Kuhn had to twist the truth to persuade her.

"My family?"

Elena's mind went mostly to Mirabelle. Himself, Derek, and his father are all trained in the sword, but Mirabelle is in grave danger if she is not protected. Elena didn't think anyone would hurt Mirabelle, but she suddenly felt her hair piercing behind her neck.

'If anyone touches my sister …'

Just imagining it made him grit his teeth. After pondering for a few minutes, he finally nodded.

"If Sir Kasha will keep Mirabelle safe, then I won't complain about your work at Blaise's house. ”

"…I understand . ”

Kuhn knows he's lying here. He didn't mean to keep Mirabelle safe, and added a few extra words.

“Not only Young Miss. I will also take care of the safety of my family members. ”

“No, please pay special attention to Mirabelle. He is the most vulnerable family. ”

Kuhn was forced to nod at Elena's insistence.

"…I will . ”

It was a strange situation, that Carlisle cared about Elena, and Elena cared about Mirabelle.

"But you've met Mirabelle before, right?"

"When you mean?"

Kuhn was surprised by Elena's words. He must know what happened in the palace.

“You met Mirabelle when we traveled from the south to the capital. ”

Kuhn once saved the sick Mirabelle. He disappeared in his sleep, but he clutched tightly onto the memory of the man who looked like his teddy bear. It was then that Kuhn realized what event Elena meant.

"Ah, you mean then?"

"Is there any time besides that?"

"…no . Young Miss hasn't mentioned it yet, so she may have forgotten. ”

Kuhn knew that Mirabelle remembered the meeting, but there was no reason to tell Elena the truth, and even if she asked, she would only give a vague explanation. However, Elena did not continue, as it had happened a while ago.

"I think so . ”

As their heads and voices were lowered in a close conversation, Mirabelle and Mary approached from a distance. Finally, Mirabelle reached the couple, panting.

“What — what are you guys talking about? “

Mirabelle's eyes were filled with curiosity, and Elena shook her head.

"I didn't say anything. This was our first meeting so there was nothing we could talk about. ”

As Elena pretended to be unconscious, Kuhn nodded. However, to Mirabelle, it seemed like the two were having an intimate conversation from a distance, but she did not say anything after they rejected her.

Mirabelle enthusiastically puts herself in between the two. Although she never felt jealous of Elena, she would be disappointed if Kuhn liked her more. Elena and Kuhn stared at Mirabelle among them, while Mary lifted the picnic basket with one hand and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the other.

“I'm not sure if we get everything because we're in a hurry. Where do you want to drink tea? "

Elena cleared her mind and replied.

“The weather is good, so let's go to the park. Is that okay with you, Mirabelle? "

"Yes, I like the idea. ”

When Elena noticed Mirabelle giving her usual bright smile, Elena wiped from the strange air her feelings. She was satisfied that her sister had someone who could keep her safe. Elena could ignore the fact that outsiders infiltrated the mansion, as the profits outweighed the losses. He knows that more Carlisle's men are watching the area as well, but he ignores it for Mirabelle's safety.

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Kuhn could not go to her assigned room at Blaise's house until the sun completely set.

Kkiiigeu–

He opened the door and entered the room, to find another man already inside. Kuhn had anticipated it, as the maids shared rooms in pairs. The man was occupying the bunk bed when he looked towards the entrance of Kuhn. He had a face that looked too honorable to just be a servant, and he smiled.

"Hello. I guess we share this room. ”

"…"

Kuhn approached the bed without an answer. However, the other man did not give up.

“Because we will know each other for a while, we have to share a name. ”

He stretched out his hand as if asking for a handshake first.

“My name is Batori Coven. And yourself?"

Kuhn glanced at Batori's hand and ignored her. Then he turned around and spoke in a low voice.

"Kuhn Kasha's. ”

Batori smiled as if she was amused to hear the cold man speak.

Kuhn's work at Blaise's house begins. She used to sneak into the house to protect Elena's side, but now she can walk in the open.

The benefits and disadvantages are clear. He did not need to worry about the gazes of others, but it was difficult to move silently as his face was known to the residents. Currently, Kuhn reported his status to one of Carlisle's men, who was posing as a postman.

"Yes sir!"

Kuhn would report to Carlisle himself, but from now on he would have to communicate by mail or through the mouths of others. It is best to communicate through Carlisle's people directly, as using couriers or letters could risk exposure to the outside world. Fortunately, he does not have to worry too much about it; wholesalers, gardeners, interior decorators — there are hundreds of visitors every day to Blaise's house, he said, many of them were already filled with Carlisle's people. Otherwise, until now, it had not been easy for her to notice every time Elena hung a red handkerchief on her window.

'I think security is enough before the wedding …'

But when a mysterious bully suddenly appears, their side has no choice but to be vigilant. There was a weakness in his defense, despite the best efforts to secure the house as best as possible.

'In the end, it turned out like this. '

They were obviously limited when just watching the house from the outside, but the reason why they had not infiltrated the house earlier was because this was Blaise's residence. The house was frequented by highly trained knights, and with Blaise's formidable information network, there was a high risk of being caught. Above all, the possibility that Elena would not let it pass could not be ruled out. Although he might know he was already under surveillance to some extent, it was also different from infiltrating a mansion and knowing his every move. Every family has a secret they want to hide.

"Is it really just easy to enter because of Young Miss?"

After Kuhn spent a few days building a false identity and continued, Mirabelle allowed him to work without an interview. It seemed that Mirabelle was influencing Elena so much to persuade her to stay. Of course it was a big advantage, but it meant Kuhn was trying to avoid Mirabelle at every turn.

It was then that Kuhn watched the postman rush back to send a message to Carlisle—

Tadag.

There were footsteps, and someone suddenly appeared beside Carlisle.

"What are you doing here?"

Mirabelle looked at him with her shining green eyes. He had not allowed Kuhn to rest for a moment since he started work, and he felt he was the one under close supervision.

“I'm just standing here. What are you doing here?"

"It's almost lunch time, so I went looking for you *. ”

(TN: Mirabelle uses " ⁇ ", which is used with people you've just met and you're not sure how to handle it, and people of similar status)

Kuhn did not understand why he went to look for her at mealtime. More importantly, Mirabelle's tone of voice was too polite to speak to a servant. Kuhn's face remained expressionless as she spoke in a low voice.

“No need trouble for me. Please call me just like the other servants. ”

"What should I call you?"

"Call me Kuhn. ”

"really? Can I really? "

He looked as if Kuhn was giving him an incredible gift. He found his reaction a little embarrassing. It was only natural that the hostess called out the name of the servant who worked in the mansion. Kuhn simply gave her permission, and somehow Mirabelle seemed so happy that she gave her first name, not the last, even though it had no special meaning.

Mirabelle carefully tested the name on her mouth.

"Kuhn?"

"…Him . ”

Kuhn responded with a gloomy look, but Mirabelle laughed happily. Then he bowed and whispered to Kuhn in a soft voice like the spring breeze.

"Call me Mirabelle when we're alone. ”

“That's not what I meant by letting you use my name. How could a servant call their master by their first name? "

"It's okay. I'll allow it. ”

Sometimes I feel like I'm talking on the wall. Mirabelle is the first person to attach herself to Kuhn's life, though she doesn't like it. It was unintentional, but no one came close to Kuhn because of her blank face and cold atmosphere. She thought it was more convenient that way, but now Mirabelle seemed to be constantly knocking on her door. Kuhn replied, his voice was colder than usual.

“I must refuse. It is impolite for me to call a young lady by her first name. “

"Good . Just think about it later. ”

Despite her flat rejection, Mirabelle seemed unwilling to give up, and gently tried to push her away. Kuhn did not say anything more, as she felt it was futile to answer. Mirabelle continued, pulling her sleeve.

“Come lunch together. ”

"Then I will make preparations. ”

“I've prepared something for you, so please come along. First you said you couldn't call me by my first name because I'm your master, and now you're trying to ignore me? ”

No matter how gentle Mirabelle appeared, she was relentlessly persistent. Kuhn was secretly forced to answer.

"…I understand . ”

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Mirabelle and Kuhn arrive at the dining room where the family is eating. Fortunately, there was no one inside, but Kuhn's expression remained stiff. It was strange to think of the maids who ate with their masters here. What's more, Kuhn doesn't want to draw any more attention, as more and more people are realizing it because of Mirabelle's favoritism.

"Please sit down . ”

Mirabelle sat down first and pointed to the opposite chair. But Kuhn stood up.

“Young Miss, it is not a good idea to treat a waiter like this. ”

“I decide what is right or wrong. Kuhn would sit there and eat the food I had prepared. ”

He had never served such a stubborn man. He held his breath and took a seat. Kuhn could not refuse his request, no matter how absurd it was.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a bowl of soup made from chicken, ginseng, jujube, and other nutritious ingredients was placed in front of them. The maids carrying food looked at Kuhn suspiciously, but no one dared to open their mouths in front of Mirabelle.

"Please eat . I've prepared it specifically for you because I'm worried about your injury. ”

Kuhn stared at the bowl in front of him. He had never eaten such a sumptuous meal before. Even when Carlisle gave her some medicinal ingredients to take care of herself, Kuhn simply swallowed it raw and never cooked it like this.

“It's one of my favorite dishes. I had a weak body from birth, so I ate a lot of healthy food. This one is my favorite of all. ”

Kuhn only nodded as she watched Mirabelle speak timidly. Their status differences are clear. He had never even tasted the food he enjoyed. Although his status was not so low now that he was working for Carlisle, it did not change the humble origin of Kuhn.

Kuhn without speaking ate a spoonful of soup. The fragrant aroma of spices and tender chicken caused his senses to salivate. Kuhn shifted uncomfortably when she saw Mirabelle watching her with sparkling eyes.

"Do you like it? Does it suit your taste? ”

“Whatever tastes good to me. ”

She simply subconsciously answered "yes", and she secretly grimaced in childishness. Mirabelle replied with a plain look.

"It's a relief . I told the chef to prepare a lot of things, so please help yourself. ”

Mirabelle accepted her answer without hesitation. She is the daughter of a nobleman who grew up in a loving environment, and Kuhn is sometimes confused as to how to treat her, as she is very different from him.

'… But today won't last long. '

He was only here to catch that mysterious bully. He only needed to be patient before finally returning to his normal routine. There is no reason to be vigilant. That's what Kuhn thought comfortably of himself.