I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince Chapter 81

A few days had passed since I started taking horseback riding lessons from Dittyer.

It was about a week after the day Ethan and I had dealt with the King Serpent at Seraphine’s Masquerade Ball.

Based on the rumors circulating about the Imperial Palace, it seed that the incident at the ball was being resolved to so extent.

From the night the Imperial Palace was attacked, an investigation began to determine the truth behind the incident, and at this point, it was almost certain that the incident was caused by demons.

Currently, they must be conducting additional investigations to ascertain the details.

Separate from the investigation, it seed that over the three days following the incident, a funeral service was held for the soldiers of the Imperial Palace Guards and so of the servants who were sacrificed.

Apparently, even Empress Eleanor, who had been participating in diplomatic affairs abroad, hastily returned to attend the funeral.

I don’t know the rest of the situation in detail. I could only speculate that Seraphine, the mber of the imperial family who had the clearest view of the situation on-site, was taking the lead in handling various matters.

Well, I couldn’t help it since the ga’s story never ntioned the details.

In the first place, the information I’ve learned so far didn’t co from my knowledge of the ga either. I just heard rumors without even trying and confird various stories through the letters that ca to Ethan.

After all, as his exclusive maid, checking the letters addressed to Ethan was also part of my job.

‘If he were the original Ethan, he would have only received a few letters about arranged marriages with little substance.’

Perhaps because of his exceptional performance, quite a lot of letters had been flying in from here and there since the incident at the masquerade ball.

Starting with an apology letter from Lizzy of the August family, there was a friendly letter from Orion expressing his desire to build a friendship, and letters from various noble ladies formally addressing the matter of Ethan’s fiancée.

Although I had expected it to so extent, it seed that his appearance at the official event had quite a positive impact on his image.

Until now, there had been rumors secretly circulating that Ethan was the worthless lout kid of the Blackwood family. In fact, even not long after Ethan woke up from the curse, nurous people visited the mansion to see him in person.

Even then, the power-hungry nobles from remote regions had forcibly tried to match their daughters with Ethan and sent letters regarding the engagent, but that was about it.

At the very least, there had never been a single letter sent directly from a young lady expressing her desire to et him or hoping for a relationship…

“Today’s letters are no joke either…”

Just by looking at the envelope sealed with a heart-shaped wax seal, I could feel the sender’s blatant intention seeping through the paper even before opening the letter.

Generally, I carefully remove those stamped seals with a knife and check the letters inside one by one as part of my job.

I feel sorry for the young ladies who have to have their love letters read by instead of the intended recipient, but what can I do? This is my job.

In fact, only about 10% of these letters actually reached Ethan. For the most part, I would just read the contents appropriately, summarize them, and explain them to him.

…Just in case, let clarify that I’m not jealous of other won approaching Ethan and cutting them off. It’s just that Ethan doesn’t have ti to read these letters one by one, so I handle them.

My role even extends to sending “polite replies” to the noble ladies who sent the letters. Ethan was really busy with swordsmanship training and etiquette lessons without a mont to spare.

Thinking about what kind of flowery language I should use to reject them this ti made my head spin.

“…The Barburk Count family should have so influence in the story, so I’ll have to set this one aside and show it to Ethan. …Berko Viscount family? Who are these people?”

No matter how young and ignorant the ladies were, I couldn’t believe that a viscount family would so boldly send a love letter ntioning engagent.

Naturally, I had no choice but to send rejection letters to these letters across the board.

It didn’t make sense for the young master of the Blackwood family, one of the most powerful ducal families, to be engaged to a lady from an unknown viscount family.

Well, strictly speaking, Harold’s wife, Thanasia, was also from a remote viscount family, but theirs was a marriage with a backstory of them eting and dating since their academy days.

In the first place, even if I showed it to Ethan, he would likely refuse. Just recently, he had written a rejection letter to a correspondence letter presud to be from a lady of a ducal family.

Of course, considering the status of the other party, he had personally written the reply instead of having ghostwrite it.

The conversation we had two days ago regarding that matter went sothing like this:

With those words, Ethan was only re-reading the letter sent by the lady from the Brimton Ducal family among the nurous letters.

Thinking that she might beco his fiancée, I casually brought it up.

Why is he suddenly surprised that I’m curious about who his fiancée will be?

Isn’t that a reasonable question for a typical servant to have? At the very least, it’s about the person who might beco the wife of the person you’re serving.

Anyway, since I was actually curious, I gave him an honest answer without any denial.

Even though he said that, he might have feelings for her deep down.

In the first place, Seraphine herself is not just a character who ranked third in the popularity poll among users like Lilith, but she is officially recognized as a beautiful character.

Lilith, who is considered a “quite pretty maid” even by the nobles, has a fundantally different level of beauty compared to Seraphine.

So when Ethan, who had actually seen Seraphine in person before, responded coldly to my question about whether he was captivated by her, I thought he might be in denial.

I don’t know what this “other goal” is, but anyway, if he says it’s not Seraphine himself, I can’t argue and say, “That’s not true, is it?”

That was the end of the conversation Ethan and I had about his fiancée two days ago.

Recalling the mory of that day a little, I read through the remaining letters that had arrived for Ethan one by one.

‘Could it be that he’s interested in a genuine marriage rather than an arranged marriage?’

After all, an arranged marriage between nobles can only be described as a eting involving vested interests.

In fact, even though they were nobles, it was quite common for students attending the academy to have genuine marriages.

The most representative example was Ethan’s father, Harold, and Thanasia, whom I ntioned earlier. If Ethan grows up with a personality similar to his father’s, he might have a fantasy about that kind of relationship.

Just as they say blood doesn’t lie, Ethan might also be harboring a delusion that he can only have true love with a partner he ets through a love marriage, unlike an arranged marriage.

‘Well, it doesn’t really matter to who Ethan dates or marries.’

…But the status of the family of the one he marries is quite important, so there should be a certain level of prestige. At the very least, she should be the daughter of a count family.

Appearance is also important. Since Ethan is not the type to be inferior to anyone in terms of appearance, his partner should be pretty enough to be worthy of him, right? Even if she’s not a peerless beauty like Natalie or Seraphine, she should at least be on the level of a sub-heroine.

Personality is also quite important. A calculating personality like Lizzy’s felt sowhat unsettling. A high-maintenance personality like Catherine would also be quite tiring if she beca his fiancée. It would be perfect if she were as kind and friendly as Isabel.

Well, as long as she ets these minimum criteria, it doesn’t really matter to who becos Ethan’s fiancée. It’s not like I’m going to serve him for the rest of my life anyway.

With those thoughts in mind, while sorting through today’s letters one by one, I ca across a letter with a particularly strange na.

“Peshinal Viscount Family…?”

What is this awkwardly unfamiliar family na?

My head automatically tilted at the strange surna that didn’t seem to fit in a dieval fantasy world setting.

But on the other hand, it felt sowhat familiar to be a completely unheard-of na.

The fact that I have this feeling ans I must have seen a character with this surna at least once in the ga.

If it’s an ambiguous na that seems to be a recombination of existing words *1, could it be…

“Ah.”

Right, I rember now. The Peshinal Viscount Family.

No wonder the sound of it felt awkward as soon as I heard it.

That’s because the Peshinal Viscount Family is a fictional family that doesn’t actually exist in this world.