Hopefully, at Your Mercy - Chapter 3

Rose Rocher.

Delinda Schultzs personal maid.

The second daughter of Baron Rocher.

Rose had a very sensual image, perhaps because of her fiery detection and plump lips that slightly curve at the ends of her mouth.

To start with, she has a nice appearance.

Delinda objectively judged her opponents appearance as it was.

Rose was Delindas maid, but she was also a noblewoman. Primarily, it is customary to select a maid from a family of servants who already serve the duke.

After completely reading the situation, Delinda plopped down on the sofa. Rose was disgraceful, but not enough to make a fuss over it.

Delinda had a clear distinction between when to endure and when to lash out.

Rose then stood behind Delinda and began to undo her hair adornment.

Delinda tried to grasp reality by staring at her unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Yup, this is a different world.

I may be confused by the irrational situation, but I was resolutely aware of it. Ive had the same experience in the past.

Being possessed for the second time.

And being possessed by the same novel.

Its my job to adapt to this world and survive well. So, what should I do next?

The duke was now on the verge of being tricked.

If he went wrong with the mining rights to the Spirit Stone Mine in a few days, hed go completely bankrupt.

To start with, I think I should know what a spirit stone is.

Rose. Whats a spirit stone?

Dont you know?

No, I dont know, thats why I ask. Do you really not get that Im asking because I dont know?

What?

Rose was puzzled as if thinking, What in the world are you saying?

What is a spirit stone? I hurt myself because it burned my hand earlier. Why is Father saying he will invest in such a thing? He only needs to buy pretty and beautiful things.

I purposely chose words that would make me sound like an idiot. Roses expression finally melted away, as if she were a princess.

The Spirit Stone is an ore that first appeared 5 years ago. They say it was caused by a crack somewhere along the border but I dont know the details. Anyway, I heard it emerged around then.

I disappeared 5 years ago. So I have no clue.

But its merely a coincidence that the timing overlaps. Right?

Is it expensive?

Yes, its expensive.

So not just anyone can have one, right?

Yes. Unless you have the strength or mana, you cannot handle one properly, so the accessories for the spirit stones are also expensive. For instance, sand that can extinguish the spirit stones flame or a water bottle that can contain the spirits water.

Delindas expression turned strange as she listened. She just threw the flame of the spirit stone onto the couch.

But I touched it? I threw the flame.

It mustve been a lower-tier spirit stone or something. Or it couldve been a defect.

I see.

With a nod, Delinda waited for Roses follow-up explanation.

But Rose just stared at Delinda. As if this was the best explanation she could give to a fool.

And? Anything else?

I needed some more information.

I know that this will never, ever, ever be true, but just in case, the swindler may not actually be a swindler.

For instance, the swindler may be a man who really admires the Schultz family

So, investing in the Spirit Stone Mine will dramatically revive the Schultzs family fortune

What more do you need? My knowledge is limited. Spirit stones are very expensive and rare, no? Im always with the princess, so I cant simply catch a glimpse of the precious things.

Delinda laughed at Roses harsh answer.

Isnt this what Rose meant just now?

Since she could not possess such an expensive and precious spirit stone in the dukes withering residence, she also had no chance of seeing a spirit stone in person as a maid stuck at a dukes residence.

It was irritating, but the truth.

Right. If Rose had been born a princess like me, you wouldnt have ended up as my maid and imprisoned in the dukes home .

What?

Why couldnt you have been the dukes daughter, as well?

Roses neck flushed red when I responded happily, like an ignorant fool.

Anyway, there seemed to be nothing more I could find out from Rose now. Delinda lay sprawled out on the sofa.

Alright. You can go, Rose.

Rose made the impression she was not pleased with the undignified manner of the noble princess, but that was it.

Rose quickly relaxed her expression, bowed her head, and turned to leave.

* * *

Delinda changed her clothes as her surroundings became quiet. It was a shabby dress she found inside an empty maids room. After Rose left, she went exploring the mansion alone.

I carefully buttoned up and grabbed a ring from the dresser drawer. It was to secure funds for back alley activities.

I was going to do something other than spend my time sitting idly in this room.

If this is the capital, there must be a bar in the back alley of the square. Many merchants go there. I can go and gather information about the Spirit Stone.

I couldnt recall what happened during my 1st life, but I remembered it. People laughing and chatting at the bar. Delicious fruit candy sold next to a small tavern.

Why do I remember those things when I cant remember anything else? Thats ironic. Wait a minute. There are so many jewels here, oh my

As the old saying goes,**an old eagle is better than a young grow; even though he has fallen, he is still a duke.

[**T/N: A metaphorical saying that what is inherently good and wonderful does not change in its essence even if it is damaged. ]

Even if I run away by collecting the crumbs of the dukes jewels, Ill be able to live alone in luxury until I return to the real world.

Delinda shook her head, though it was a tempting idea.

Lets try that method last.

I have a conscience.

When I thought of the dukes friendly face and how he clung to my hand tightly, I couldnt bear to run away.

Im sorry for stealing your daughters body, but I cant really lose her.

I shrugged and slid the ring through my necklace, stuffing it inside my dress. But there was a sudden movement outside the door. Startled, Delinda immediately jumped into bed and lay down.

The heavy door slowly opened, and someone entered. Delinda covered her neck with the quilt, not wanting the maids clothes to be seen.

Delinda, are you asleep?

It was her father, Duke Schultz, who came in. In the dark, only her eyelids twitched, and then Delinda pretended to be asleep.

Duke Schultz sat by her bedside and stroked Delindas head. Then, he gently lifted the blanket.

A warmth wrapped around Delindas hand.

Shouldnt it have hurt?

His worried voice echoed above. Delinda kept her eyes closed. She already missed the chance to wake up.

The duke examined Delindas hand and pressed along it, worried about how she grabbed the spirit stone with her bare hands.

Just by looking, you could tell I wasnt hurt, but he continued to observe me with concern.

Delinda felt strange.

Is this what it means to have a parent?

Delindano, Han Ji-an, who took over Delindas body, has never enjoyed this kind of affection.

Ive been an orphan since birth, and no one in the real world ever grew attached to me.

No one was interested in me.

As if Han Ji-an was just a trace of no substance.

Im always sorry, Delinda. No matter what, I vow to make you happy.

Good night, my beloved daughter.

After wishing her goodnight, the duke rose from his seat. His tender affection drifted away with the sound of his footsteps. Delinda clenched her fist under the blanket.

Its weird.

It was really weird.

Whats wrong with my heart?

Why does my heart hurt so much? Its not like hes worried about me.

Delinda stayed curled under the blanket for a while, biting her lip.

* * *

Delinda groaned, climbing over the wall. The only guards patrolling the vast mansion were the two knights at the front. It was perfect for a nightly escape.

I cant let Delindas father go bankrupt either. Then Ill be screwed too, right? This residence is temporary, but I still have to live happily.

As I left the dukes mansion and glanced behind me, I saw the tall spire of the residence. I kept thinking of the duke resting inside.

The reason why Duke Schultz feels randomly sorry is that he loves his daughter so much.

Is that what parents are supposed to be? I cant believe another persons unconditional love could be so warm. Do other people live with this kind of affection?

They must be really happy.

I cant take away a daughter from a duke like that.

Ill do whatever I can until I can get your daughters body back! First things first, gathering information on the Spirit Stone!

Even in the back alleys, the Bakhyan Empires capital was expertly maintained. Due to the capital guards great ability to maintain public security and the high level of peoples senses, it was safe for a woman to walk alone late at night.

The lights of the restaurants and shops seen in each alley were warm. There were also smiles on the faces of the passersby.

Delinda shielded herself with the cloak and walked happily down the street.

If I round the bend here and pass through the alley, maybe theres a shortcut there was a bar where merchants often gathered.

My body instinctively turned down the path it had recognized before. But the supposed passageway was being blocked by a tall wall.

Huh? This wasnt a dead end?

Did the paths change without my knowledge? Well, it has been 5 years.

Delinda tilted her head and fumbled against the wall. But what her hand touched wasnt a hard wall.

Her hand went through the wall. As if the wall was soft pudding.

Ugh!

Her disoriented body stumbled. Delinda passed through the barrier, swinging her arms around in embarrassment. She grabbed onto anything nearby to support her fall, but it turned out to be an empty metal garbage can.

Thud!

Delinda landed on the floor with a loud noise.Clank, clankThe rolling sound of the empty trash can went on.

Ah

Delinda groaned, lying flat like a frog. With both hands on the ground, she tried to lift her upper body.

I felt something muddy under my palm.

What the

It was wet and felt gross. Delinda frowned and strained her fingertips.

Somethings not right.

The environment was frighteningly still. As if time had stopped, as if everything had fallen asleep, an alien silence lingered.

But why? I could hear the exciting music circulating in this place just a moment ago.

The ground touching my face smelled of wet soil.

With a coppery tang at the same time.

Delinda stopped breathing at that moment.

Blood.

Its blood.

Just a while ago, it was clear that the sticky blood wetting my hand also pooled on the floor.

Delinda screwed her eyes shut, afraid to confirm the reality.

This is the first time Ive gotten caught up in a terrifying experience. My body was going rigid. My fingertips began to tremble with instinctive fear.

Like magic, unfamiliar footsteps began to break through the throbbing tension.

Tap, tap, tap.

Unhurried and quiet steps.

Someone was approaching.

Delindas face froze, and she only shifted her eyes. She saw their blood-stained shoes drawing near.

I didnt know what to make of this alarming situation, but I knew, without a doubt, that the blood on his feet wasnt his.

Delinda closed her eyes again. Afraid to identify the person.

In stifling fear, only the low strum of my bashing heartbeat could be heard.

The sound of footsteps penetrating my ears suddenly stopped.

Delinda could tell. They were currently standing above her as she lay on the floor. She instinctively felt their shadow cast over her head.

This moment of silence continued for what felt like an eternity.

Delinda couldnt breathe properly out of fear. Then, she barely exhaled when she couldnt fight back the tension.

Whose dog are you?

A low voice that could shake the deep forest weighed heavily on Delindas mind