He never allows anyone near him except Senior Meidi. That’s why she was chosen as his nursemaid.
From the day Meidi was selected by Raymond to become Dante’s nursemaid, she began enjoying various privileges that ordinary maids could never access.
For instance, she was assigned to share the same room, so she could attend to the sensitive young master most closely.
Meidi served Dante in every way possible, catering to all the things the young dragon could not do himself.
But conversely, one could say she enjoyed everything that Dante himself could not.
“I have many duties, so I travel all over the castle. Just beyond the path I often take lies the young master’s room, yet I’ve never once seen Senior Meidi and the young master come out together.”
Above all, Pepe’s testimony supported Yerpi’s suspicions.
Meidi always moved alone.
According to her, Dante was reluctant to leave his room, yet quite a few people had spotted Dante wandering the castle gardens alone from time to time.
“I know I shouldn’t have done it… but I was so worried I pressed my ear against the door. Yet it was as silent as a tomb. It felt like no one was inside at all.”
Every time Meidi went out, she locked the door from the outside.
It was an odd behavior if someone was supposed to be inside. Unable to suppress her worry, Meidi later admitted she had checked the locked room by pressing her ear against it after confirming someone had gone out.
But there had been absolutely no sound or movement from inside.
Yerpi fell into deep thought as the testimonies continued.
“That’s certainly strange.”
Besides that, there were more than just one or two oddities.
What Meidi found most suspicious was during the period when Dante had caused all sorts of trouble.
The young dragon now stayed hidden and rarely came out, but four years ago, he had been a notorious troublemaker.
Anyone who had served in the castle for a long time knew this well.
‘So that’s the time Raymond was referring to.’
Starting with dropping a glass vial onto the coffins of the late duke and duchess during their funeral, Dante had gone on a spree of accidents.
Eventually, when things reached a point Raymond could no longer handle, Meidi stepped in.
After Dante opened his heart to Meidi, all the incidents ceased.
But here was the part Pepe pointed out.
“Senior Meidi was present at every single accident scene caused by the young master.”
The funeral hall where they had to conduct the ceremony with a damaged coffin.
The highest tower floor of the castle where a stone carving had broken and fallen down.
Even the rear garden, which had caught fire.
While the people sent to clean up the mess changed each time, Meidi was always there guarding the scene.
“I was just the lowest maid back then, so whenever an accident happened, I had to rush over immediately. But Senior Meidi was already above a mid-level maid, so her constant presence at every scene was too strange.”
Even excluding the funeral hall, where all the servants had gathered, Meidi kept appearing at accident sites.
At first, Pepe thought she had just been drawn by the commotion, but after several experiences, she realized that wasn’t the case.
“In fact, I know quite a few maids who suspect Meidi besides myself. They just keep quiet because of young Master Dante.”
Despite her plain appearance blending into the background, everything Meidi wore was of high quality.
But compared to Meidi, Dante…
‘The scars on his face.’
Yerpi recalled Dante, who had been hidden in the shadows of the trees.
She hadn’t seen clearly in the chaos, but the young dragon’s body bore fresh wounds she had never seen before.
They might have been injuries from tumbling and running alone, but why did they keep nagging at her so?
In a moment where evidence existed but accusation could not yet be made, Yerpi’s gaze darkened.
There was nothing more Pepe could tell.
It was time to return to their respective duties.
Before rising from her seat, Pepe cautiously opened her mouth.
“I suddenly had to leave my post. Could I tell the other maids that you summoned me?”
After a brief pause, Yerpi nodded.
“Of course. Thank you for speaking up—it must have been difficult to share. Tell them I personally called for you. It would be even better if you say we shared a tea time together.”
Pepe’s eyes widened at those words.
Yerpi gave Pepe a strategy to protect herself, knowing that if others believed the duchess had taken a special interest in her, they wouldn’t dare mistreat her.
Yerpi well knew that merely saying the duchess had taken time to summon Pepe would be enough to stop other maids from harassing her.
“If the other maids question you aggressively about what we did, you may fabricate the details however you like.”
Typically, duchesses selected their personal maids within a month of settling into the castle.
They usually picked two or three, and regardless of background, these maids were granted the honorary title of serving a noble lady.
‘In the original story, Yerpi only chose Meidi, though.’
In truth, being a personal maid to a duchess who was half-mad wasn’t particularly honorable.
‘But it might at least help with money.’
Since honor was most valued in Growen, such a title was as precious as wealth.
Pepe could even spread rumors that the duchess had taken an interest in her.
The puzzle pieces, one by one, were finally aligning into place.
“Oh, one more favor—would you do it for me?”
“Anything I can do, please tell me.”
Trust shone in Pepe’s eyes as she looked at Yerpi.
“I’d like you to recommend candidates suitable to become my maids. One from summer, one from autumn, and one from winter.”
“Me?”
Pepe looked flustered, as if wondering whether she was qualified.
But in Yerpi’s eyes, Pepe was the perfect candidate.
Pepe had a keen eye for people, which was a rare talent.
Though not a good reason, Pepe didn’t belong to any particular clique among the maids.
Yet apart from that, she had been working in the castle long enough to objectively understand the relationships and individual traits among the maids.
“Yes. They must be natives from each seasonal territory, familiar with their regions’ affairs. Also, they must be upright, kind, and capable of building trust with me.”
At this additional request, Pepe’s expression turned serious.
“The fact that you’re telling me this much means you truly trust me, Your Grace. I’ll do my best to find suitable people.”
“I’m counting on you.”
A maximum of four maids could be selected.
Yerpi intended to recruit one maid from each season to gain insight into those regions.
Thus, she needed to make her own people—those born and raised in the lands of the seasons, knowledgeable about the geography, and able to assist her.
At last, their conversation came to an end.
As Pepe prepared to bow and leave the parlor, Yerpi rose as well.
“Let’s go together. I need to return to my chambers anyway.”
It seemed better than sending Pepe back alone, only for her to be surrounded by other maids.
Surprised that Yerpi would go this far to protect her, Pepe quickly followed beside her.
By the time the two stepped into the corridor, the sun had fully set, and the magical lamps lining the hall illuminated the darkness throughout.
They hadn’t walked far when they spotted a maid pacing the corridor ahead, visibly agitated.
The maid, catching Pepe’s eye, hurried over with a flushed face, as if she had finally found her target.
“You there! How long has it been since I assigned you work, and here you are, ditching everything—where have you been?!”
The angry maid was in the middle of grabbing Pepe when, in her excitement, she finally noticed Yerpi.
“Ah—Your Grace?!”
The redness in her face instantly faded.
Yet she didn’t forget to shoot Pepe a questioning glance—how could you be with the duchess?
“I urgently needed to speak with Pepe, so I asked her to spare me some time. It seems I’ve taken your busy maid. It’s my fault, so please don’t scold her too harshly.”
“No, no! How could Your Grace possibly be at fault? Of course you may summon any maid whenever needed!”
The maid gasped in surprise at the duchess’s apology and quickly denied any wrongdoing. Yerpi smiled and gently reassured the now-pale maid.
“Hearing that puts my mind at ease. It’s late, so both of you should head back now.”
“Let me escort you…!”
“No need. I’d like to walk alone and think for a while. You don’t need to send a maid with me tonight.”
When Yerpi shook her head, the maid concealed her surprise with reluctant disappointment, pretending to fuss over Pepe as she left.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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