I did manage to escape from Lus’s room, using the excuse of Sherry and Jacqueline, but it wasn’t a lie.

The room in the annex, Jinju’s room.

The reason for the prior arrangement in this room, shared by collaborators Sherry and Jacqueline, and Jessica, was because of our cooperation.

Though the servants passing by, seeing me rushing as if being chased from the mansion’s main building, found it peculiar, they didn’t bother asking. It was fortunate.

“Ubub! Ubub!”

Zero, tightly gripping the baseball-like ball in my hand, struggled, demanding me to let it go.

“I’ll release you if you promise not to make strange noises anymore.”

“Ubub……. ”

While Zero looked at me with eyes like black beans, it reluctantly nodded its head.

As I let go of the hand that was holding the hamster’s smooth cheek, Zero moved away from my side as if a deflated balloon was rising.

“Puhaha! Now I can breathe a bit.”

“Keep your promise. Got it?”

“Thinking it was a green light and calling it a green light, if you keep saying it’s not…”

Although I never said it wasn’t…

When I recalled the memory of Lus’s plain but earnest voice, my throat stung.

I didn’t want these emotions.

Not only was I in a hurry to survive, but I also had to ensure that no lingering attachments remained to this world, where I would eventually leave.

“Didn’t you say last time with your mouth full that you wouldn’t take out the nut mix you like so much?”

“But…!”

“But or whatever. Don’t talk about that in front o
“Lady Daemon, is it Lady Celeste, the Marquise?”

“Are you Duke Kitten?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I’ve come to visit for the promise we discussed last time.”

As I responded politely, there was a commotion inside the room.

Soon, the door opened, and Jacqueline, dressed in casual indoor attire, welcomed me.

She wasn’t as neatly dressed as when we first met. With her hair loosely tied as if in a rush and wearing glasses, she resembled a student preparing for midterms.

“You’ve come earlier than scheduled! Oh, Zero is here too.”

Jacqueline’s golden eyes sparkled. Her gaze, like that of a gentleman, was fixed on Zero, the hamster dressed up quite elegantly.

‘When were we ever in such a close relationship, like a needle and thread.’

The pitiful hamster who begged not to take away the nuts seemed to have disappeared somewhere. In front of the beautiful and overflowing Jacqueline, Zero, who boasted a dignified appearance, looked comical to me.

But contrary to Zero’s intentions, Jacqueline, upon seeing that, exclaimed, “Oh, so adorable!” and welcomed us with enthusiasm.

“Come on in. Um, it’s still a bit messy as I haven’t finished organizing.”

“What could be mes… Oh.”

Certainly, before the three ladies entered, Jinju’s room, neatly arranged like untouched snow, was now messy.

It wasn’t because of the clothes the ladies had scattered around but due to various documents, papers, and books I had investigated for information.

Some magical tools for communication were also rolling around.

‘Probably to break the quest for cooperating with the zombies, giving them a taste of defeat.’

Half of the scattered items on the floor were books borrowed from the library of Countess Kitten.

The thick books all had keywords related to magic in their titles.

‘The index is no joke.’

Even the writing tools given for use when needed were meticulously arranged on top of the books.

From magic to black magic, methods of reviving the dead, and other topics related to the zombie situation, traces of thorough examination and report writing were vividly present.

“You’ve been working hard.”

Just by looking at the one piece of crumpled paper rolling on the floor, I could tell.

Although it looked like a discarded paper about to be thrown away, when I unfolded it and examined it closely, it turned out to be one of the draft reports they were planning to submit to me.

‘On the forbidden magic that sacrifices human lives….’

Considering the abundance of books in the library of the Kitten estate, even sorting out useful books would not have been an easy task, but these three had already managed to do that and were enthusiastically working on writing reports.

As I was reading one of the abandoned draft reports that I was planning to dispose of, Sherry tried to take it away, embarrassed.

“Oops, Your Grace! Please give me that!”
While I was holding onto the discarded draft of the report I was planning to dispose of and reading it, Sherry, feeling embarrassed, tried to snatch it away.

“Oops, Your Grace! Please give me that!”

“Why? It’s filled with your hard work. It might have useful information.”

As I, taller than Sherry, raised the hand holding the paper, she blushed.

“…I’m embarrassed. I was in the middle of rewriting that instead of throwing it away.”

Observing Sherry, I noticed that she, like Jacqueline, was modest and unassuming.

Wearing a similarly casually tied-up messy bun and comfortable indoor attire, her ink-stained palm and the hem of her skirt looked far from the appearance of an esteemed noblewoman.