Please Be A Traitor - Chapter 44

Ginga Minga

Translated by MissmeEdited by Missme

Vol 8. Ginga Minga(T/N: Ginga Minga “긴가민가”:  Being not sure of whether something is right or wrong.)

The atmosphere was so good that I could only get on the carriage in the evening, after having dinner together with the girls.

Although I started introducing Taekwondo as a physical training to shape beauty, I wanted them to have a proper mindset while training so I ended up explaining to them that Taekwondo is an exercise to make our body and mind grow stronger.

I taught them how to stretch their body and the basic movement from the poomse taegeuk iljang*, and they followed seriously, even the hand and feet movement.

They looked so cute……

I thought the girls wearing dresses and trying to learn the movements all at once would be uncomfortable, but it turned out to be pretty amazing since it looked like a group dance.

I was just intending to show them moves that were simple enough for them to do every day, but I was so motivated since everyone was paying attention that I didn’t realize it was too late.

It seemed like it was beyond 9 o’clock when I arrived home.

‘Is my curfew at 8 o’clock again today? Will he be angry with me since I was late?’

He always looks angry, so I wondered what would happen if he got angrier there.

I was nervous, but because I was already late, I decided not to think over how angry he would be. Moreover, he wouldn’t scold me a lot if I was shaking in fear.

‘No, but how could he put me under a curfew? Who exactly does he think he is?’

As I pouted my lips, I remembered who Karpel was and then nodded my head.

He’s my fiance, thus he has the authority to impose a curfew on me.

The maid, who I picked up on my way to the villa, was washed clean and asleep in the front seat.

The doctor, who came to the villa on a business trip, said she had no major abnormalities and had suffered so much that she was malnourished and a little dehydrated.

Somehow I felt like I picked up a wild animal.

I’m wondering as to how much she suffered as her entire body was covered with rolling bruises and her face was scraped, bruised, and swollen.

I applied medication and gauze on her, but she still looked really pretty.

I changed her clothes there, and despite the fact that they were plain, she didn’t look like a maid at all.

Her sunset-colored red hair was the first thing that caught my attention.

When I requested the maid to wash her with cleaning magic since the greasy dirt on her hair couldn’t be removed with soap, all of the dye on her hair fell off.

‘Who the hell is she?’

Her red hair reminded me of someone I’d seen before, but I couldn’t place it.

After giving up on making assumptions on my own, I read the report that the employees had given me.

Nina was most likely her name. The city guard had her on their wanted list as a criminal.

According to the report, she fled from Baron Vigor’s mansion a month earlier, when a maid, named Nina, stole silverware.

It was after Baroness Vigor felt sorry for the girl who was lying at their mansion’s front door three years ago.

Nina, by the way, was a girl who was booted out three years ago after being found attempting to steal from Viscount Sevey’s mansion.

The Viscountess Sevey, who recognized Nina after passing through town, came to warn Baroness Vigor, but Nina had already stolen silverware and fled.

Nina was without a doubt the maid I had picked up.

She also fits the montage, and an attached number badge stated that she used to have red hair but had it colored brown.

‘It’s strange, though.’

Viscountess Sevey was from a Viscount family, but recently gained the trust of Lady Zelude and has been gaining ground in the social world.

The Baron Vigor family in the downtown, on the other hand, was a lowly family that barely kept their title.

It is said that barons are legally given more authority than the Viscounts, but in reality, the social position was not simply determined by laws.

No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed unusual for the Viscountess Sevey to visit Baroness Vigor in person.

If Viscountess had intended to warn the Baroness, she might have simply written “Your maid is a thief” on the note and handed it to her through the employee’s hand.

I also didn’t understand the part of the report where Nina was accused of stealing silverware.

It is said that the silver spoon and fork used by Baron Vigor are the most valuable items for him because Baron Vigor sold all of his property to maintain the family.

However, based on my previous life, the silverware was worth between 100,000 won and 150,000 won.

Even if Nina was accused of attempted theft, the Baron would have decided to keep hiring Nina rather than casting her out due to the conditions of Baron Vigor if she had worked without problem for roughly three years.

Nina, too, would have been better off working as a maid at Baron Vigor’s home instead of fleeing with a piece of trash.

Furthermore, if she was truly stealing, she may as well prepare and grab something more valuable before being thrown out empty-handed.

Her belongings, on the other hand, were weird.

A piece of fabric embroidered with the ancient language words “fireplace” and “snowfield,” as well as the Marquis Zelude’s pattern.

The maid said that it was a ripped cloth from her underskirt robe.

‘Well, Viscount Sevey and the Marquis of Zelude are related……’

Why did Nina, a Viscount Sevey maid, shred her underskirt and embroider the Marquis Zelude family’s pattern?

And ancient languages were difficult to read and transcribe because they were so complex.

The letters, on the other hand, were all proper and precise.

‘Does she wish to communicate with someone in the Marquise of Zelude?’

Viscount Sevey was my third etiquette teacher, and I only met her once, five years ago.

She admonished me right away that flirting with a prince who was about to be ousted wasn’t something a sophisticated lady should do. I then flung tea water at her and kicked her out as a result.

I knew she was the first to say rude things, but I still can’t believe I threw tea at her.

Because my unconscious past misdeeds had heated me up, I buried my face in the palm of my hand.

The Viscountess Sevey was cast out of society as a result, but she returned when she became Lady Zelude’s etiquette teacher.

Nina seems likely the same age as Lady Zelude, but I’m curious as to who this girl is attempting to associate with, as Viscountess Sevey classified her as a thief. Is it the Marquis of Zelude, or someone else?

The back of my head stung as I remembered Marquis Zelude’s features.

When I startled and drew my hand away from my face, a hand grabbed my wrist.

“I’ll stab you if you move.”

I felt like I’d been kicked in the head.

This happened in my carriage when I was returning from the villa.

I never imagined myself in a situation where I would be threatened with a weapon.

I was at a loss for what to do when my thoughts became white, and all I had to do was remain motionless.

The woman’s voice had dried up and cracked as low as it could go, adding to the misery.

Her hands were rough and dry, yet they were firm enough to clasp my shaky wrists.

Because there was no place in the carriage where the maids were riding, I gave her a ride in my carriage, and as I continued staring at her face, I realized how I ended myself in this scenario.

I should have taken greater precautions.

The emperor wasn’t the only one who had the power to threaten and harm me.

It may be done by anybody looking for money and fame.

“Order the carriage to be turned to Marquis Zelude.”

If I could, I’d love to.

My throat, on the other hand, was silent.

“Hurry up!”

I had to look for help.

In any case, this woman couldn’t kill me in an instant.

All I have to do now is scream for the knights to come to my aid.

Even if I didn’t yell and instead sought to reason with her, it’s evident that she doesn’t want “me,” thus there’ll be room for compromise.

Those thoughts began to occur in my head, but I couldn’t move my body as I did when I hit Karpel in the downtown area, perhaps because I was overpowered and surprised.

Nina lowered her voice and pushed the weapon that continued to pierce me.

I was in excruciating pain.

“Ah……”

With a squeal, the hand that had been holding my wrist suddenly slid off.

The wind then blew in.

The sound of a carriage wheel moving and a shattered piece of wood falling together.

“Karpel?”

With his familiar smell, Karpel came to my vision.

When I saw him, the tension that had been building up in my entire body instantly went away.

The carriage door that should have been behind him split in two.

It looked to have been cut off. The remaining half of the door looked to have fallen and vanished into the darkness.

“Karpel…”

Karpel had a blank expression on his face as he peered behind me.

I, too, cocked my head.

My vision was blocked by Karpel’s arms, but I could see his sword in his palm, and the blade pushing down Nina’s neck.

The squeaky sound at first appeared to be the sound of a blade being jammed in.

Nina trembled and froze with a blank expression, unable to believe Karpel had appeared out of nowhere.

“Unexpectedly, where…”

She was holding a pen in her hand.

I was frightened simply because of the nib of a pen.

I thought I was being stabbed by an awl or a skewer of some sort.

I inadvertently raised my hand to smooth the back of my neck.

Karpel, on the other hand, tapped my head even earlier.

“Uh… huh?”

As he bent his head to my neck, I could feel his breath.

It tickled my skin as the tiny hairs were plucked to one side.

I felt a chill and screamed desperately the minute I felt the scorching stare on the back of my neck.

“No!”