“The mansion is pitchblack.”
Saint Beril never thought so.
It was her first thought when she saw Vain Castle.
Of course, not all the lights were out in Vain Castle. The lamps were brightly lit, as if they were confident that the devils could attack at any time.
She saw people coming and going through the wideopen windows.
They must all be devils, too.
Saint Beril was thinking.
“Good evening, Saint.”
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the carriage. Saint Beril jumped.
There was certainly no one in front of the carriage before, right?
Was it someone coming from the mansion?
Looking again at the mansion, she saw a redhaired man who had been standing in the hallway now in front of the carriage window.
…It seemed to be the devils’ trick.
Saint Beril pretended not to know, nodding her head. Then she opened the window.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Yes, I am Ronobe, the steward of Vain Castle.”
Ah, this devil… No, this person is a steward. Saint Beril scrutinized Ronobe.
He was somewhat different from the stewards Yubar and Orobas, whom she had seen in her previous two lives. They were dressed in perfectly creased uniforms, but Ronobe’s outfit looked somewhat casual.
It was neither a uniform nor a robe.
…Vain must be such a family, she decided.
Yes. Because it’s Vain.
But after that, the steward Ronobe did not say anything. Saint Beril blinked her eyes.
You don’t mean to say I should open the door and get out by myself? Of course, I can do it, but…
It was when Saint Beril reached for the door.
Interposing between her and Ronobe, a silverhaired knight opened the door. Ronobe bowed his head and retreated.
Ah, is it a culture where knights escort?
The knight who glanced at Ronobe offered his hand to Saint Beril.
“I will escort you.”
His emerald eyes twinkled again. Saint Beril looked at those eyes and stepped onto the night’s land with the tip of her pure white shoes.
Now it was really Vain.
(This is a time separator.)
This is not a devil’s family. I’m just in a human family.
Saint Beril struggled to brainwash herself continually. She also tried to relax her tense body.
It would be strange to be so nervous among humans.
Of course, I came here suspecting they were devils, but… How did I deal with Yubar and Orobas?
Was I trembling like this then?
While Saint Beril was trying to organize her thoughts, the steward Ronobe took her to the reception room.
“Where is the Duke of Vain?”
Ronobe, who had been silent until then, hesitated.
“…He has gone out for a moment.”
The answer was a bit slow. He’s a steward, but not knowing the whereabouts of the master… that’s not possible, right?
“You can go up here.”
Ronobe continued to guide her. Saint Beril tilted her head.
“Is the reception room on the second floor?”
It was because the place where Ronobe was guiding her was the stairs leading to the second floor.
Even though she had lived trapped in a shrine for a long time, she had experienced the life of a noble family in her previous two lives.
So she knew. The reception rooms in noble houses are usually on the first floor.
Why would they let outsiders wander above the second floor?
But it seemed that it was not so in Vain. Ronobe’s body stiffened for a moment.
“…It is on the third floor.”
“What?”
But even the reception room is on the third floor? It seemed strange.
Seeing Saint Beril’s curious expression, Ronobe quickly said.
“I will move it to the first floor.”
“What?”
She asked again without realizing it.
The reception room isn’t a vase, how can it be moved just like that… Ah.
This is a devil’s family. Saint Beril quickly controlled her expression.
It could be. The reception room could be on the third floor, and it could be moved like a vase.
This is not a devil’s family. I’m just in a human family.
But it’s suspicious.
So suspicious that it’s hard to pretend not to know…!
“Yes. The third floor… It seems inconvenient for receiving guests.”
If she became the mistress here in the future, she would have to take care of these things, so it was not overstepping.
…If she really married the devil Duke Belled while alive.
“Yes, then I will guide you.”
The reception room was far away. But Saint Beril acted as if she was familiar with the situation.
It’s not good to feel awkward. It shouldn’t look like you suspect they’re devils.
But it was harder than she thought.
When Ronove was wandering around the reception room not knowing where the tea was, or until he lifted the teapot that would surely contain hot water without even touching the handle, he managed to keep his expression under control somehow.
But.
― Swish.
When he drank the tea that was poured with many flaws in etiquette, he almost failed to manage his expression.
“Um.”
Why does the tea taste salty?
“How does it taste?”
Ronove’s face, as he asked, seemed somehow smug.
Beril was beginning to confuse whether she was the first customer in a novice chef’s restaurant or being treated by a servant of a noble family.
“A unique… taste.”
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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