I immediately turned my body, and my eyes met with the sword, which was tilted awkwardly. He seemed to be making an unpleasant expression for some reason.

“What is it? Don’t you know this is the maids’ dormitory?”

I looked incredulously at the sword standing confidently in the Golden District.

“I know. I brought you here once before.”

“Yes. And rumors spread throughout the capital about a maid who brought a man into the water palace.”

Even though I thought about it, there was only one person who could create such rumors—the only other person in the same room, Jinjer.

Jinjer might not have seen him when we parted ways at the door that day, and she might have made up such a story with her vivid imagination.

Nonetheless, glancing around for fear someone might see us, I resentfully complained to the sword, who looked like he had a problem.

“It’s enough to spread such ridiculous rumors once.”

When I retorted with a cold expression, the sword simply nodded.

“Be careful in the future.”

What’s up with this guy? So dignified and all of a sudden. I thought he would come out cheeky as usual, but I let out a small fake cough.

“Hmm. But does the guild master also deliver books?”

“I came directly for the client’s sake.”

The sword muttered. It was a response to my complaint about the poor treatment of the client yesterday.

“Where is the book?”

In response to my question, he pulled out a small pouch and shook it.

“There are a hundred books inside. Just borrow them from the corridor.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a magic-imbued pouch. The book you ordered is inside. Just take it out. But…”

The sword stared at me as if studying something and then spoke.

“Your taste is more unique than I thought.”

“What?”

Wait a minute. I’ve heard this somewhere before. Rummaging through my memories, I recalled Sylvia.

“Miss Reneola has a bit… unique taste, but I don’t think she would harass others without reason.”

Feeling a strange discomfort, I quickly grabbed the pouch and hurriedly thanked the sword.

“Thank you for bringing it. See you next time!”

“Wait.”

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

Despite my urgent eyes urging him to speak quickly, the sword remained calm.

“I found out one more thing about the First Prince.”

Another one? But after hearing about the lunatic who just pulled a carrot and cut off the kitchen manager’s throat, I quickly got up.

“What is it?”

“He doesn’t like wandering around late.”

Is he an early sleeper, given his various hobbies in the early morning?
“The office workers must be leaving early. Yes, I have to send them off early since I’ve been assisting from dawn.”

I nodded.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“Come in.”

With a satisfied expression, Karl nodded his head somewhere.

As soon as we entered the room, I headed straight for the desk, took out the book, “,” which I had roughly inserted into the shelf, and opened it. I pressed my forehead on the desk. If Jinjer were in the room, she would have said something because the noise was quite loud.

“Such humiliation, disgrace, utter disgrace!”

When I thought about Karl, who was looking at me with slightly narrow eyes, my face turned bright. Now I understood the expression of the red-haired clerk who was surprised when I ordered a hundred books.

‘I didn’t know it was such a book!’

It was a common title even in regular romance or romance novels, so I didn’t pay much attention. I never thought it would be a 19+ genre. Moreover, it was at least 29+, with a very intense atmosphere… I was reading it, absorbed without realizing, and suddenly came to my senses.

“This is it.”

The reason I felt an inexplicable discomfort every time I looked at Karl. Now that I knew the reason, it was refreshing, but I thought it would have been better not to know.

I picked up the magic pouch Karl gave me.

“There are a hundred books in this small thing. This place is definitely a fantasy world.”

As I stared at the pouch, I opened my mouth.

“I’m just checking what kind of books are in here.”

I put my hand into the pouch. Something slightly bumped on the palm of my hand.

As I tried to take one out to see what it was, the door opened quietly. Ginger, who peeked his head into the room like inspecting frozen pollack, screamed when our eyes met.

“Eek, ugh.”

Ginger, who quickly covered his mouth with his hand, stared at me disapprovingly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping until this time?”

“Isn’t it a bit much for someone who hasn’t come into the room until now to say that?”

For some reason, many people seemed concerned about my well-being today, but Ginger took a step back with a guilty conscience before I could say anything more.

“You didn’t come in?”

“I remembered something I had to do.”

At this hour? But before I could add more to what I was saying, Ginger hastily closed the door.

Remembering Aisha’s words, I suddenly thought of something.

“Be careful of the maids.”