Chapter 9 (2/2)

“Sometimes, you really are inflexible.”

Mrs. Alexa, the butler, told her.

“You didn’t even ask why the water is warm.”

“Huh? No?”

Bastian blinked and looked at Leticia.

“Then what do you mean by that?”

“What I was trying to say is, thank you for the warm water…”

“It’s a shame that I’ve knocked the firewood in…”

Alexa shook her head.

“Enough is enough. More than that, Miss, have you experienced any inconvenience of staying in the castle?”

The blue eyes beneath the gray hairs didn’t look so cold now, perhaps due to the illuminating morning sun. Leticia felt encouraged.

“Well, actually, there’s one thing I’d like to ask the butler. Can I get a map of the castle? I don’t want to get lost again.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the map. I had no choice but to let the scary old lady in.”

“Will you be able to do that?”

She seemed embarrassed when Leticia welcomed her.

Usually, if she does it like this, the other person might show a reluctant reaction. Especially to a child who would burst into tears.

Her cold face with white hair shook slightly.

Cassaro, the cook who was watching them a little afar, approached. She had a crooked smile and looked excited.

“You are a good talker today. Do you have anything to say to me?”

Leticia glanced at the chef’s hat and black eye patch.

She thought she should apologize for leaving the food last night. But before that, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you a captain of a pirate ship?”

“No.”

Then why is she just dressed like that?

She said in accordance with what she thought so.

“All those who called me a pirate had to walk on the board with their hands tied. I’m the captain of Valeria, and I’m not some kind of thief, and I was also called the King of the Black Sea.”

“You are perfectly clear. If you get to call pirates, pirates, they instantly get angry.”

Mrs. Alexa said.

So this old lady was a real pirate?

Leticia opened her mouth. She was excited that she gulped down the milk that the maids gave her.

“This is so delicious!”

When she was so impressed, Mrs. Cassaro had a sizzling smile on her face.

She was the first guest they had after all.

***

A new life has begun.

Leticia is now leaving the bed as soon as she opens her eyes. The big door was opened by the maids who came into her room.

“Oh my! Are you up already, Madam?”

“Today, you got up early Madam!”

After Leticia was chosen as the bride in order to solve the curse, her title and treatment were changed.

Everyone in Halstead had treated Leticia like their real madam. Otherwise, they might unconsciously hurt Erden.

Everyone kept that rule pleasantly, since giving service to the Madam was very enjoyable.

The only problem was that their Madam doesn’t even wash her face.

Leticia greeted them with an awkward face and turned her face for fear of being caught.

“Hello…”

Gradually striding away from the post, she then ran straight off.

The courtyard in front of the castle was already agitated.

The servants were putting a bundle of firewood from the cart. Then as she was passing by, Nanny Bastian saw her.

“This is frustrating! Everybody out of the way!”

As she rolled up her arms, she saw a steel-like muscle hidden in the grandmother’s clothes. She turned the cart over and over again.

Leticia struck a hand.

“Amazing!”

Bastian glanced.

After a moment, her hard face loosens up gently. It was an incredible sight for the servants.

She was a warrior. She came to Halstead Castle and became the captain of the infantry. The poison of the Luda demon made her poor.

After that, Bastian who was accepted as a nanny and was transferred to St. Mary was bewildered by words.

However, a nanny’s life was not particularly rewarding.

Should she say that it seems like she felt that there was a thin line between ideal and reality?

Bastian, a woman of lofty character, worked hard day by day without complaining.

Then she finally realized it.

‘That’s it! All I wanted was this kind of feeling!’

Leticia gave her a fresh smile.

A red-like river hair that shone brightly in this murky castle, and green eyes which sparkled with curiosity.

The person who listens to everything Bastian has to say, her ears, and her little mouth that always shows gratitude.

Most of all, she hesitated at first, but from time to time, she held on to her soft hands.

In just a few days, her heart had already fallen.

Bastian asked her.

‘Am I weird?’