I Became a Tyrant’s Maid - Chapter 38

Aaron, true to his title as the grandson of an information broker, was very useful.

“Sleeping pills? Of course, they’re easy to get! I even have sleeping incense with me right now!”

Why do you have such a thing with you now? I was a bit curious, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

“But why, Rose? Are you planning to do something fun on your own again?”

I took Aaron’s grinning hand and asked with a bright smile.

“Yes. Give me some sleeping pills.”

“Let me in on it too, Rose.”

Aaron said, pushing his face close to mine, and I gently pushed his face away with my palm.

“I won’t tell Teiron that you skip work every Wednesday.”

“…Rose, are you blackmailing me right now?”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, Aaron willingly handed over the sleeping incense.

“Thanks always, Aaron. You know I cherish you, right?”

“Rose, you’re evil.”

“Hm? I’m like an angel? Oh, thank you! How sweet of you to say that. Really~!”

I hurriedly headed to the underground prison where the head maid would be.

In dramas and movies, they always go at night, which is stupid.

They’d strengthen security at night, so why go then?

The Crown Prince’s palace security is lax anyway.

There’s a saying that even dogs don’t bother you when you’re eating.

So I aimed for lunchtime.

With the sleeping incense, Aaron gave me, I could break through security quite easily.

Maybe because there were only two prisoners, just two guards were standing at the entrance.

I smiled brightly at the headmaid locked up in the prison.

“Hello.”

“You, you wench! How dare you frame me!”

Startled by the head maid’s shout, I quickly looked around.

Then I took out the handkerchief from my pocket, reached through the bars, and covered the head maid’s mouth.

With her hands tied, she wouldn’t be able to do much.

“Mmph!”

“Ugh. So noisy, shh shh.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

No one would know how much trouble I went through to sneak in here without the Crown Prince knowing.

“You know I saved your life, right? I mean when you almost got cut down in the hallway.”

I took out some bread from the basket I had brought.

Attempted regicide is a serious crime, so they probably hadn’t been feeding her.

As expected, the head maid’s eyes widened at the sight of the white bread.

“Promise to be quiet. Then I’ll give it to you.”

The head maid’s pupils quivered slightly, as if conflicted.

“If you answer my questions, I’ll give you water too.”

Seemingly offended by my words, the head maid pressed her lips tightly and glared at me.

I smiled softly and played my trump card.

“And if I like your answers, I might even specially plead to His Highness to spare your life?”

At my incredible offer, the head maid’s expression changed dramatically.

“Your name is Tasha Harrington?”

I moved close to the iron bars and whispered to her.

“Lady Harrington, how about it? Shall we have a little chat?”

I needed information.

Information about ‘Rose Estanya’, that is.

The head maid nodded very slowly.

“Good.”

When I removed the handkerchief I had stuffed in her mouth, the head maid gritted her teeth and glared at me, but she didn’t shout.

“Here’s my first question.”

I swallowed hard.

“Out of all those maids, why did you specifically send me to the Crown Prince?”

* * *

I slumped down on the bed and stared blankly at the wall.

I felt my mind going slightly numb.

‘They chose someone who was going to die anyway, someone who wasn’t in their right mind.’

“You weren’t in your right mind. And how preciously you carried around that diary. Good grief, a diary? Nonsense. What could a dimwit castoff from a Viscount’s family possibly write? “
T/n: I think I made a translation error in the first chapters instead of Baron it is Viscount. Sorry for that >.<)

It didn’t make sense.

A dimwit? Unable to write?

Then what was that diary? Clearly, the diary I opened on the first day contained Rose’s entries.

“You ruined everything after you survived the Crown Prince’s room! A beggar with no connections. I must have been crazy. What was I thinking when I picked you up sitting on the street in front of the palace without a plan? “

Milla had said.

That I was the worst maid in the Crown Prince’s palace.

And this damned head maid says I was a dimwit!

Milla, being peculiar in both thoughts and speech, must have tried to sugarcoat the word ‘dimwit’ as being the worst at work.

Then why didn’t the male lead know? That I was practically a dimwit? No matter how I thought about it, it was strange.

Milla, who deliberately became my ally and helped me like my guide, the series of coincidences happening around me.

It all seems too prepared, doesn’t it?

“It’s all because of that damn diary.”

I jumped up and threw the diary on the floor.

“What is its identity? What is it!”

I felt my temper rising.

It felt like I had been holding onto an unsolvable riddle for weeks.

“Who the hell is Mellory, and what is Rose Estanya!”

I nervously lay on the floor and flipped through the book, but nothing came out.

“Damn diary.”

I couldn’t tear it up either.

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

I needed to think rationally.

‘First, let’s figure out the activation conditions of this diary.’

So far, the diary has mostly been activated when I needed help.

But it didn’t give information about ‘me’, like why I fell here, how to get back home, whether I was dead or alive on Earth.

What if I asked indirectly, in a roundabout way?

“Tell me where I can find a wizard.”

It didn’t work.

I sighed at the unchanged diary and muttered a low curse.

Damn it.

Then how about asking in a format related to the male lead?

“Where is a wizard who could be helpful to Calix Posman?”

That’s when it happened.

The diary began to glow, and then words started to scribble down.

[Mellory used to tell me. About the different races that worship the sleeping darkness.

They were the rulers of the past era, but with the advent of the Age of Light, most of them degenerated into beasts that lost their intelligence.

However, only one race survived using magic, which was both a blessing from the god of darkness and a product of ancient nature.]

I swallowed hard and turned to the next page.

[Their name is Elf.]

Elf? Could it be the elf I saw in that slave market?

According to the diary, elves use magic. I’ve actually seen them use it too.

It’s very difficult to meet elves.

Because they strongly dislike the worshippers of light.

But sometimes they show kindness to those who have done them favors.

That’s when it happened.

I heard a jingling sound behind my back, and something dropped on the floor with a thud.

[Mellory told me.

He said he’d give me an elven ancient tree clock, and to follow the clock when I needed help.]

It was a small wooden pocket watch.

I examined the watch carefully.

“……!”

This wasn’t a watch.

It’s a compass with hour and minute hands.

“Ha, I see. You only answer when I throw you a curveball, huh?”

Feeling like I’d unraveled a clue, I smiled slightly and asked the diary once again.

“What’s the most dangerous thing for Calix Posman right now?”

If I ask like this, I can prevent threats to myself too, right?

[There lives a dragon.]

That’s when it happened.

A completely irrelevant text suddenly appeared, and the book forcefully closed itself!

“Uff, you scared me!”

I clutched my pounding heart and quickly looked around.

There was nothing.

“Ah geez, what the heck.”

Frowning, I tried to open the diary again to read the text that had just appeared, but all I saw was a blank page.

“Surely I don’t have to go on a dragon raid, right…?”

An ominous feeling flashed through my mind.

Considering recent events, it seemed entirely possible, which made it even more chilling.

If they tell me to go hunt a dragon, I’m really going to quit.

Because I’d rather be blown away by a dragon’s breath than face retaliation from the Duke.

For now, I put the clock that suddenly appeared into the desk drawer, then opened the book again.

I’m going to get to the bottom of this today.

“What does Calix Posman have to do with the dragon?”

The pages flipped rapidly again, stopping at a specific section.

[There are three types of absolute beings in the world.]

[Gods, Spirit Kings, and Dragons.]

As soon as I read the sentence, the diary slammed shut again.

And that day, the diary no longer answered any more of my questions.