Dear Madam,

Hello, Madam.

This is Heidi.

Without further ado, I’ll tell you about Young Master Dietrich’s daily life today.

For your information, I was busy with maid duties today, so I didn’t see Young Master Dietrich much.

Personality: Still cold as ever. We briefly crossed paths in the hallway, but he passed by without even giving me a chance to greet him. I couldn’t find an opportunity to talk to him, so I have no idea if his personality has improved or worsened.

Health: Around lunchtime, when I saw him returning from the training grounds, he looked very healthy. Since I’m not assisting in the kitchen, I’m not sure how much he eats. Oh, more importantly, the food in the maid quarters has been delicious lately. Thanks to the meals in the Delgado family’s maid quarters, I’m becoming quite healthy myself. I thought you might be curious about that.

Daily routine: I’m sorry, but I don’t know either.

I tried my best to stay close and observe his day. I hope this pleases you.

Your loyal maid,
Heidi

“What are you doing?”

“Ah! You startled me.”

On the second-floor corridor of the Delgado mansion.

I was on my way to the Duchess’s room with a letter I had diligently written after finishing my work in the maid quarters when Dietrich’s call startled me to a halt.

Dietrich, who had approached without a sound, was wearing his formal uniform, which I hadn’t seen in a while. Perhaps he was about to go out.

“What’s that letter?”

He asked, eyeing the letter in my hand intently.

“Want to read it?”

I cheerfully handed him the letter.

He seemed rather taken aback, probably not expecting me to give it up so easily.

“Is it alright for me to read this?”

“Of course! It’s about you, after all!”

After confirming that no one else was in the corridor, I whispered quietly.

He awkwardly took the letter and examined it front and back.

Then he carefully opened the letter.

His expression hardened when he checked the recipient.

Completely unabashed, I leaned in close to his face and asked.

“What do you think?”

He muttered while quietly looking down at the letter, running his hand through his hair.

“Are you showing me a letter you’re about to send to the Duchess?”

“Yes! She was trying to bribe me.”

“What?”

His face was incredulous, as if wondering how I could say such a thing so shamelessly and confidently.

His beautiful eyes, reminiscent of a sunny sea, flickered with bewilderment.

“So, were you bribed?”

Though he asked nonchalantly, he seemed genuinely curious.

But was there even a need to wonder about this?

I’m Dietrich’s contractor, so of course I’m on Dietrich’s side.

If I thought I could be bribed, I wouldn’t have taken Dietrich’s side in the first place.

When I just stared at Dietrich without answering, he leaned against the wall crookedly while looking at me.

Although he asked if I was bribed, his tone suggested he firmly believed I wasn’t.

‘He seems to trust me now.’

I felt deeply moved. I had been treated like a useless treasure sword and told several times that I would be thrown out immediately.

I shook my head, waving the letter.

Knowing who the protagonist of this novel is, how could I possibly be bribed!

I wasn’t foolish enough to side with the failing Duchess over the male protagonist who would conquer the world.

Only then did he start reading the letter he was holding again.

Dietrich’s figure, casually leaning against the wall and reading the letter in the quiet corridor where people rarely passed, was like a painting.

As much as I hate to admit it, Dietrich is truly handsome.

His silver-gray hair, shimmering in various colors as it caught the sunlight streaming through the windows, and his neat features beneath immediately drew one’s attention.

While his personality was still unpredictable, there was no doubt about the magnificence of his appearance.

After quietly reading the letter to the end, he let out a small laugh.

His faint smile gradually deepened until he burst into laughter.

It was the first time I had seen Dietrich laugh like this.

I was about to feel slightly annoyed since I hadn’t intended to be funny.

“Why are you laughing?”

I glared at him slightly and tried to snatch the letter back, but for some reason, he raised his hand to keep it out of my reach.

With a face still showing traces of laughter, he asked me.

“How long have you been sending these?”

“Since last week! Why!”

“You’re a strange one. Are you trying to deliberately anger the Duchess?”

“Why would she be angry!”

It wasn’t a letter meant to anger her.

I just summarized his daily life very briefly because it would be troublesome to reveal everything about Dietrich, and I added details about my own daily life in case the content seemed insufficient.

Besides, as a mere maid, I didn’t have many opportunities to meet Dietrich.

How many chances would a maid have to encounter the young master of the mansion?

I could only see him occasionally when we crossed paths in the corridor or when I was carrying out his orders.

I pouted with a sense of injustice, but he still seemed amused by something.

The smooth curve drawn by his lips was picture-perfect, but that wasn’t important to me.

I was just busy hopping up and down, trying to get the letter back.

“Give it back! I need to send it now!”

“You’re going to send this again?”

“Yes. I have to send it before the day ends, so I’m in a hurry. Clara will be here soon.”

Ignoring his ‘Who’s Clara?’ question, I jumped up and snatched the letter from his hand.

The letter was a bit crumpled, but otherwise fine.

All I had to do now was fold it neatly, tie it with a ribbon, and send it.

At that perfect timing, the sound of someone coming down from the third floor was heard.

“It must be Clara! We need to be quiet!”

“I’m not sure who the master is here.”

Though grumbling, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

With light footsteps, tap tap, Clara came down the stairs, her eyes widening.

Probably because she saw Dietrich behind me.

Clara hurriedly bowed her head in greeting.

“Y-Young Master Dietrich. Good day to you.”

When Clara slightly raised her head to look at me, undisguisable discomfort was visible on her face.

She probably wouldn’t have greeted him if she hadn’t made eye contact with Dietrich, like the other maids.

Clara politely clasped her hands and gave me a subtle eye signal.

It meant to quietly slip away and deliver the letter so that Dietrich wouldn’t notice.

But the sharp-eyed Dietrich had already caught Clara’s signal.

He passed by my side without even acknowledging Clara’s greeting.

I wanted to ask where he was going, but I couldn’t speak because Clara was there.

Only after we heard Dietrich’s footsteps going down the corridor stairs did Clara hurriedly approach me.

“The letter?”

“Here.”

Clara took the letter and turned around without even saying goodbye.

Then she suddenly stopped and came back. She seemed to have something she wanted to ask.

“About Young Master Dietrich.”

“Yes. What about the young master?”

“Does he hit you or bully you?”

Hit me?

Even though Dietrich was cold and harsh, he never hit innocent people.

Especially with me, he never even made such a gesture.

Worried that a strange misunderstanding might arise, I firmly denied it.

“Not at all. Hitting or bullying? Who on earth said that?”

“No one in particular said it. It’s just that Young Master Dietrich is known to be that kind of person.”

“Known to be that kind of person?”

What nonsense.

Of course, if I carefully reconsidered my first encounter with Dietrich, he was irritatingly moody and unpleasant enough to make me angry even now.

However, not every aspect of him was violent and prickly.

Suddenly, anger began to surge within me.

I didn’t dislike Clara, but her words just now were careless.

How could she say he was that kind of person when she didn’t even know Dietrich well?

But instead of getting angry, I decided to show her a new side of Dietrich directly.

“Wait a moment.”

I hopped down the stairs right away. Then I immediately called out to Dietrich.

“Young Master! Young Master Dietrich!”

Hearing my call, Dietrich stopped halfway down the stairs and turned around.

I approached Dietrich directly and said,

“Where are you going?”

How dare a servant ask where their master is going?

I could see Clara was horrified by my behavior, which showed a complete lack of maid etiquette, but that was the point.

Clara was fidgeting nervously, seeming to think that Dietrich would kill me and her at any moment.

Clara, who had followed me down the stairs, whispered with a pale face.

“Oh no, oh no! Are you really crazy? If the Young Master gets angry…”

“Heidi, are you crazy?”

Clara’s trembling words of fear were cut off.

Dietrich was looking up at us with his eyebrows raised obliquely in bewilderment.

“Why are you curious about where I’m going?”

“Well, I heard from Marie that there’s going to be a very delicious dinner today. It would be a shame if you missed it.”

Perhaps accustomed to my brazen attitude, Dietrich’s expression remained calm, neither angry nor annoyed.

Silence fell after my words.

The first to speak was Dietrich.

“…Tell them not to prepare my portion as I’ll be late due to some business. I don’t often dine at the mansion anyway.”

“Ah, yes! Understood!”

Dietrich sighed as he watched me answer energetically in an attention stance, then descended the stairs.

“See, did you see that?”

I gestured with my chin to Clara, who was standing behind me without making a sound.

Clara’s eyes were so wide they looked like they might pop out after witnessing the scene just now.

“Did you see, Clara? The Young Master isn’t cruel enough to kill or spare someone over such a trivial matter.”

“…Was that really the Young Master just now?”

“I don’t know where you heard those false rumors, but I can guess. Still, it’s better to believe only what you’ve seen and heard firsthand. Now, hurry and deliver the letter.”

With today’s mission accomplished, I’m off to rest in the dormitory!

I was about to descend the stairs with light steps when I turned back for a moment.

‘Hmm, I wonder if this has lessened her prejudice a bit.’

Clara’s footsteps towards the Duchess seemed heavy, as if she had a lot on her mind.

‘It should be fine if I’ve at least planted the idea that it was prejudice.’

We can change things one by one.

That night, I fell asleep very comfortably.