63 Rebels 3

"It's me," the leader of the rebels replied back.

The leader wore a similar outfit as Mill. Did all commoners wear the same thing? It was almost like a uniform as everyone had the same patches on the elbows and stains causing the original colour to fade away.

I hesitantly opened the door to find all the rebels waiting to conduct their meeting in Jinny's house.

The rebels came into the house as I secretly sulked that the floors would get messy again from the mud on their boots.

My satisfaction from turning the house into a somewhat livable place shattered as the floor was now littered with dust from their coats.

"Jinny is still sleeping," I ran to Jinny's bedroom to wake her up.

However, Jinny opened her door loudly as she rubbed her eyes.

"I'm up," Jinny came out of her bedroom while scratching her head.

We gathered around the dining room table as Jinny got out some more wooden stools.

"It's confirmed that the empire is preparing for a war," the leader solemnly announced.

'They were still in their negotiation stages so technically they weren't really preparing for a war yet,' I couldn't tell them.

"What should we do now?" Another member asked with bit of fear.

The room was filled with fearful people from the announcement as some trembled and others tried to encourage their fellow members that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"We start taking things seriously?" A member suggested.

"At this rate, the empire may start mandatory conscription of our young children!" Another member agreed with a hint of anger.

"How about we start off with that donation idea first?" I gave out my best business smile.

I became the centre of attention as the leader waved his hand to indicate for me to continue.

"There are three aspects to this plan," I started off confidently.

'Time to utilize few things I've learned in the first district,' I thought.

"The first one is to spread the message that we need and are accepting donations for our cause."

"And how are we going to do that?" The leader asked me as if to prove my worth.

"You can just tell your family members and ask them to pass them to their relatives and their relatives can pass it onto more people. But you do need to careful that you don't tell anyone that works near the nobles as they can tell the news to the nobles they work for."

"But how do we know that?" The leader crossed his arms as he demanded a more concrete plan.

"Make a subtle message when asking for donations such that people that work for nobles will never understand it even if they get the message. Like something that only people who live like you would understand," I finished presenting the first aspect of my plan.

"Like what?" Another member asked me with disbelief.

"Like please donate for better bread-"

"You don't seem like a commoner at all! You speak like a noble and insult the life we live!" The rebel revealed my faults.

The other rebels started to whisper among themselves as they became more suspicious of me.

I guessed that Luke's constant naggings did work to a certain extent. I was unconsciously acting like the lady of the Roselia family as I acted the same as I did in school.

I pulled out my most innocent face as I pretended to be the most clueless person in the world.

"My master have educated me in the past," I revealed as if I had no idea that commoners didn't speak this way.

"I never got to interact with my fellow commoners so i thought we all spoke this way," I explained that my long isolation has caused me to turn out this way.

My explanation clearly didn't work as most of the rebels looked at me with clear disbelief.

"If our bread seemed so bad to you, why did you leave your master in the first place?" Another rebel mockingly asked me.

'The bread was essentially not edible with mold growing on the edges,' I contained my rage.

"I wanted freedom." I revealed my true intentions.

I wanted to be out of that damn castle where the maids and the knights reported back to Cillian and Luke almost every minute. I was rarely left alone as I even had a guard outside my door throughout the entire night.

"I wanted to wear the clothes I wanted to wear and eat the food I wanted to eat. I also wanted to go where I wanted to go," I almost yelled with determination.

My face was drenched with tears streaming down from my anger and frustration.

"You don't understand. You never not had the freedom where you were restricted in doing almost everything," I complained to the rebels.

"I understand," Jinny tried to calm me down as she rubbed my back.

The rebels no longer accused me of being a noble from my sincere tears as they stopped with the whispering.

They didn't know or couldn't understand what I would trade for in exchange for more freedom in what I could do.

"Then what about the second aspect of your plan?" The leader tried to change the subject.

The leader tried to remove the dreary atmosphere inside the house from my sudden explosion of emotions.