Chapter 33.1

Chapter 33.1

I’m telling the truth. Killing was like breathing to me. I just don’t have the patience to torture people to get information out of them; I don’t have the energy to do so. I felt sorry for this girl. She has no experience whatsoever. If she was a man, I would have already killed her.   

This fifteen-year-old body was flexible and strong but I hadn’t been exercising in this body. Nobles didn’t do physical labor. Even now, my hand grasping the hairpin was getting tired. I really needed to get into shape. Should I coax Alex into training me? Better him than Aaron. 

I was genuinely confused now. What should I do? I usually don’t hold my victims like this for this long. I really didn’t know how to coax out information. The Princess is strange and Aaron has been acting weird, maybe having an informant will help…

I had never done this before. Could I manage it? I heard a knock at the door. Both the maid and I froze at the sound. 

“Who is it?” I asked.

“My Lady,” said a man’s voice from the other side of the door. “Are you alright? You maid seems to be in the garden. And you have been gone so long. Do you need me to call her here to help you?”

I let out a sigh. I was wrong to think he wouldn’t have followed me here. He could be of some help…

“Come in,” I said.

The maid trembled. I watched the door as the Grand Duke entered my room. He didn’t even bat an eye at the sight of me holding a string that was wrapped around another girl’s neck. He only raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Who is this?” He asked.

“She was searching my room. She says the Queen sent her to spy on me.”

“Ahh,” he muttered, as though he understood. He walked towards us and sat down on the floor casually. I frowned.

“My hand is getting tired,” I said. “Should I just kill her?”

The maid trembled and sobbed. I wanted to just be done with her but then cleaning up would be a bother. I would need to think of disposing of the body without anyone finding out. I liked the days when there was bleach. Can’t I find any ingredients to make something similar in this world?

“It’s a shame to kill her,” said the Grand Duke. “If the Queen sent her, it means she must have been in the palace for a long time to be entrusted with such a job.” He turned to the maid. “Who do you really work for? The Princess or the Queen?”

“Hey, I am the one who caught her,” I protested.

“Interrogation isn’t your specialty, you know that.”

That was true. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. 

“She said she works as one of the Princess’ maids. She has been doing so for three years.”

The Great Duke looked at me. “Then that’s good. You could learn more about the princess from her.”

“Only for a day or two while we are here,” I said. “And then what?”

“Well… it’s not very hard to send letters out of the castle,” he said. “The royal family isn’t very smart, you know. They don’t really check the correspondence leaving the royal grounds.”

An odd way of putting it. He looked paler than usual. Was it because of the lighting? “Let’s do it this way,” he said, turning to the maid. “If you are willing to send us information about the Princess, we will pay you handsomely. How does that sound?”

Before the maid answered, I sighed. “What are you even talking about?” I said, “How can you expect her to work for you only with the promise of a payment. Shouldn’t you give some kind of advance payment before she begins work?”

He frowned. “Most people just do it.”

“Maybe,” I said, “but if you pay her some kind of advance it shows that she can trust you to pay more if she agrees to work for you.”

“If I pay her an advance, it could be used as evidence to prove that I pet her up to it.”

“That’s only when there are digital footprints to prove you paid her!” I said, frustrated. “Do you see any kind of bank account here? What physical evidence will you leave behind? That’s b*llocks. All the money is the same in the whole kingdom.”

He looked at me for a while and burst out into laughter. “You are right, of course! I guess I am still stuck in my old life.”

The maid was still trembling under the string that I held around her neck. I let out a weary sigh and loosened the string. “Stop trembling,” I said, “You should know that when you do something dangerous like this, you could die.”   

“I just thought I could inspect the room and get away before someone saw me,” she sobbed.



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