Chapter 96

Petronilla spoke in a calm voice as if she had penetrated Patrizia’s thoughts.

“I know what you’re thinking, Lizzy. When I said I would accept this, I may have nothing to lose if I refuse, but if I accept, at the very least I might have something to gain.”

“What does that mean?”

“To borrow your expression, it is the heart of silence. I can manage it. That part is the wife’s authority, and the Duke will not disagree with her decision. Anyways, whether it is managed by others, or managed by the mistress, it is similar.”

“What, do you mean to become a spy?”

“Did you say you don’t know why the Duke of Efreni hates us?”

When Petronilla calmly asked, Patrizia nodded. Petronilla laughed.

“I might be able to find out. If I’m lucky.”

“Good. Actually, I do not care.”

Patrizia said, slowly holding Petronilla’s hand.

“But I thought it would be a little difficult for my older sister. I am worried about that. It is not an easy task, even if it is temporary, to take care of the Duke’s household.”

“I know.”

Petronilla laughed bitterly.

“But it really is okay.”

“When you are without any experience.”

“It’s okay. Do not worry about it.”

Petronilla replied casually, and Patrizia felt a bit of a disagreement with her, but soon ignored it, and talked about something else.

“Well, actually, something has happened here.”

Two things happened in such a short time. Petronilla smiled and shook her head as an encouragement to tell her. Patrizia explained, “It is nothing. Rosemond will be gone from the palace for a few days from tomorrow.”

“The palace?”

Petronilla asked with an uncertain expression, and Patrizia nodded.

“I do not know why, but the destination is usually Baron Darrow. What is her plan?”

“Yea…”

Petronilla muttered with a voice saying she didn’t know. What in the world was it this time? If it was someone else, she could have answered purely, “probably wanted to see the parents.” But as they had already been victimized enough by Rosemond, they couldn’t see even a little bit of Rosemond’s action as innocent. She thought it was a bit of a bitter situation, and Petronilla talked to Patrizia, “I don’t think there’s any use worrying about it if we don’t know why. You’re so sensitive these days, Lizzy. Please take some time to relax.”

“That doesn’t work, Nil.”

Patrizia said this in a slightly frustrated voice.

“I sometimes have nightmares about that day.”

Petronila’s mood subsided at her dark voice. Even so, it was not strange at all. The Emperor Lucio, who was said to have suffered the most damage, had been in a coma the whole time, so Patrizia most likely suffered the most trauma from the event. Petronilla spoke to her, holding her hand tightly.

“I’m sorry, I want to take some of your burdens off, I am sorry that I can’t.”

“Your existence alone is already enough to give me strength.”

It was actually, sister. The reason she came here was because of her vain hope of saving her sister again. So, even if things were really bad right now, she was still fine. She was alive, and her sister’s neck wasn’t even cut off at the guillotine. Because their parents were safe. Patrizia spoke further.

“So do not think like that anymore. The only thing is that Rosemond has never done anything small without a purpose.”

“I know.”

At any rate, Rosemond was the biggest source of all of Patrizia’s problems. Or maybe Lucio. Petronilla muttered insults internally and told Patrizia.

“Anyway, I think you overdid it too much today. Your complexion doesn’t look good.”

“My complexion was always not good.”

Patrizia laughed with chuckles after she said that. In fact, it wasn’t something to laugh about, but it was her desire to just laugh like this. Petronilla, who noticed Patrizia’s heart, tried to hide her sad feelings and kissed her sister’s forehead. She whispered, “I’m going to the kitchen now to make your favorite strawberry flavored chocolate. Please just eat it and take a rest this evening.”

“Sorry, older sister. Not today.”

Patrizia said to her an exasperated voice.

“I have a lot of documents to send out by tomorrow. I am glad I will have chocolate though.”

Rosemond ordered the maids to pack with a casual look. She watched the maids who were busy packing what she would need for a few days and was lost in thought.

Suddenly she was curious. How had they lived since she had left? Did the Baron boast around that his only daughter was the Emperor’s most beloved mistress? Oh my goodness. If he had a conscience, he would never do that.

An unscrupulous human being. Rosemond clenched her teeth. Glara, who saw this was startled and approached Rosemond.

“Lady Rosemond, are you alright?”

“…”

Rosemond looked at Glara, asking her if she was alright. Glara was a maid from a Baron’s family. Even though Glara and herself both had a Baron for a father, their situations were clearly different.

Rosemond was instantly upset by the fact. She would rather have become an intermediate level maid in the palace like her. If she had lived like that, she would have been happier!

“Lady Rosemond?”

In response to Glara’s voice, Rosemond slowly brought down her anger. She was being too emotional, which was unlike her usual self. This was all because of that human, Baron Darrow. When she thought about half that human’s blood running through her body, Rosemond wanted to tear up her body with a knife and throw all that blood away. Even if she died from that. The blood was dirty and disgusting to her.