Chapter Twenty-One: Angelica’s Interrogation
In the early morning, Daeyora woke up from her warm bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes and tidying her somewhat messy long hair.
She slowly got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and stood barefoot on the wooden floor. With the fire in the fireplace burning brightly, she only wore a white corset that accentuated her beautiful figure exposed to the air, stretching her body lazily while yawning.
Glancing at the empty space on the other side of the bed, a hint of melancholy passed through Daeyora’s eyes as she sighed, feeling “once again left alone.” She then gently stood up and walked over to the dressing mirror in the bedroom.
The woman in the silver mirror was stunning; unfortunately, the right side of her face was slightly swollen.
She touched it with her hand and sighed.
Indeed, women can be hysterical in a fight.
After a quarrel with Nina yesterday, it predictably escalated into physical conflict.
Fortunately, Daeyora’s strength was not insignificant; she fought against five and managed to injure them.
This was thanks to Shaya’s unintended actions.
In the past, he had tried to enhance his abilities through meditation and exercise but ultimately discovered that these activities did not yield any increase in experience points. So, Shaya had briefly turned his attention to various potions and magical items.
After a few attempts that ended in failure, Shaya gave Daeyora quite a few potions that could enhance physical attributes.
The effects were not so exaggerated; at least Daeyora’s slender and graceful body didn’t appear strong, her strength only slightly greater than that of the surrounding maids.
Even so, Daeyora had still pulled Nina’s hair, forcing her to apologize to the young master and clean her dirty clothes.
“Clearly, I am a lady.”
Looking at herself in the mirror, Daeyora felt a bit shy, but upon recalling yesterday’s scene, she suddenly chuckled, exuding charm.
However, a hint of worry soon flashed in her eyes.
Where on earth has the young master gone?
Are those rumors… true?
With such thoughts, the maid fell into contemplation, even her morning chores were done absently.
This distracted thinking continued until noon.
Once Daeyora finished cleaning the room, she checked the time, preparing to make lunch for Shaya, when suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.
“I’m coming!”
Daeyora replied and walked lightly to the door, thinking it was Shaya returning.
But when she opened the door, she was met with a blonde girl in a rose-colored mage robe, arms crossed, looking slightly impatient.
Her beauty was striking, rivaling that of Daeyora, and her noble demeanor was unmistakable. There was no need to guess; she must be the daughter of some Grand Noble house.
As a living maid with a basic understanding of the student body at this school, Daeyora recognized this unwelcome visitor immediately.
She quickly straightened her posture, deeply bowing, and said with her head lowered, “Miss Algeria.”
After greeting her, Daeyora discreetly glanced outside, realizing the corridor was crowded with people, and many had gathered downstairs, most of them there simply to watch.
This was understandable, as the person standing before her was the most beloved daughter of the current Duke of Algeria, the most talented magical prodigy in the entire academy.
Seeing this scene, Daeyora’s heart tightened, forming a few guesses.
Angelica was tapping her knee-high boots on the ground, clearly someone who disliked waiting. Her expression darkened upon seeing a maid before her.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, losing some of their usual warmth, now filled with scrutiny and authority.
After sizing up Daeyora from head to toe, Angelica coldly spoke, “So it’s you who struck my maid yesterday?”
So it was because of this incident.
Is she here to demand an account?
Daeyora glanced at Nina, who looked wronged standing behind her master, and nodded gently, “Yes, but it was not me who…”
“Slap yourself ten times, and apologize to my maid in front of everyone; this matter will be considered as if it never happened, and I won’t pursue your responsibility.”
Angelica interrupted Daeyora before she could finish, waving her hand, as if declaring a fixed fact, showing no interest in how the other party might feel.
Then, she looked around the apartment. After searching for a while, she did not find the person she was looking for and frowned, “Where is your master?”
Daeyora took a deep breath, feeling a bit unable to keep up with her train of thought, and honestly replied, “The young master went out last night and hasn’t returned yet.”
I see, then he probably won’t be back.
Remembering what her teacher, Ms. Mevis, had said that night, Angelica felt her suspicions confirmed.
If the primary heir was confirmed dead or missing, the title would naturally pass to the second heir.
It seemed her teacher was determined to secure that title for Naya.
Most likely, after the previous incident, she had gained more resources, elevated her position within the Mage Tower and the court, and prepared to further develop her influence, making Naya the perfect successor.
The sister is lucky, and the brother must become unfortunate to balance out her luck; it’s only fair.
“What are you still standing there for?” Angelica looked at Daeyora in confusion, wondering why she hadn’t slapped herself yet, and pointed toward the room’s interior. “After apologizing, go get the title deed of the previous viscount.”
Only with the title deed of the last Viscount of Adelaide in hand could Naya be granted a new title.
Originally, this should have been Shaya’s right, but Angelica’s tone was so commanding that it gave the impression she was the master of this house.
Moreover, she was here precisely for this matter; punishing the maid was just a side note.
After all, retrieving the title deed was a directive from her teacher.
Hearing this, Daeyora gently pinched the fabric of her maid’s dress, bit her lip, lowered her head, and softly said, “I apologize for what happened yesterday, Miss Algeria, but I believe your maid’s actions were the main cause of the conflict… Also, I am the young master’s maid, not your slave.”
“Regarding the title deed, since the master is not home, I, as the maid, do not have the authority to make any decisions for him. Please wait a moment or consider visiting another day to discuss it face-to-face with the young master.”
“Maid? Slave?” Angelica seriously contemplated these two terms and then sneered, “Is there any difference? From a personal perspective, both are just lowly people serving the nobility.”
In the Norton Royal Academy of Magic, nobles ultimately comprised the majority, so Angelica felt no fear of offending anyone with her words.
Moreover, as the Duke’s daughter, she had the confidence to do so.
“As for the master…”
At this point, Angelica paused and shifted her gaze to somewhere among the crowd outside.
At an angle unseen by Daeyora, a clear sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, leisurely making their way over.
The onlooking students gasped in surprise and instinctively parted to make way.
Moments later, another girl appeared before Daeyora.
She had twin ponytails, was petite, and wore a mage robe of the same style as Angelica, which trailed down to her delicate ankles. Her exquisitely small face was partially hidden beneath an overly serious wizard’s pointed hat, her skin clear and her lips red, resembling a flawless doll, both cute and charming.
However, her expression was so cold, devoid of any emotion, her pupils lacking a sparkle.
Looking at the maid, the doll-like girl gently bowed, then met Daeyora’s incredulous gaze, and coldly said, “Sister Daeyora, long time no see.”
“Miss, you…”
Angelica coldly interrupted Daeyora, questioning, “Is she the master of this house?”
