Chapter 87
The Tyrant’s Tranquilizer
âWhat kind of help will this beâ?â
It was merely a list of all the cases and their details. She quickly turned over the paper. Then, a case caught Amelieâs attention.
âOh? Is this what happened last year on Hunting Day?â
Amelie felt uncomfortable. Clearly, there was no record of this date in her documents, which she received from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. She hurriedly fliped through the paper, confirming the date of the incident.
âI think this also didnât exist? This too.â
It was clearly different from the data she received.
âYoung Lady Bowen. Did you get the data yourself?â
âYes, thatâs right. I even went into hiding in the Ministry of Internal Affairs to find it.â
Serina was proud. As she saw Amelieâs enthusiastic response, it was clear that it was a gift that she liked.
âIâm sure Miss Amelie will do me a favor now, right?â
Serina raised her head to look at Amelie and to ask her again. But strangely, Amelie was not happy, instead, she had a hard expression on her face.
ââ¦Miss Amelie?â
âYou said a while ago that this is unmodified data, right?â
âYes⦠Surely it wasâ¦â
Amelie swallowed a sigh.
âThen it means that the data I received from the Ministry of Internal Affairs last time has been modified.â
âOh. Yes. No. Thatâsââ
Serina was nervous without realizing it. She instinctively felt that things were going in a different direction from her plan.
âWhy are you so nervous? Iâm trying to check how much the Young Lady has worked for me and how valuable it is.â
Amelie smiled and spoke softly. It was to lower Serinaâs alertness. Serina smiled awkwardly because she couldnât figure out the situation.
âYoung Ladyâs document is the original, right?â
Amelie threw the bait.
âYes! Thatâs right. The previous data you received was modified. My brother said that. The data I gave you has not been modified at all.â
Serina bit the bait.
âThe data requested through His Majesty has been modified at will. Your younger brother canât avoid punishment. Iâll let His Majesty know. He must have hated my interest in the affairs of the Imperial Palace?â
âWhat? Thatâs a misunderstanding! Itâs what His Majesty ordered him to do! My brother isnât the kind of kid to go around deleting things randomly.â
ââ¦.â
Serwin ordered it?
Amelie seemed to blank out in shock. Her head tingled as if she had been stabbed in the back of her head. When she talked about the abnormalities of the imperial palace, Serwinâs attitude came to mind. He used to change the subject on purpose, saying never mind. At that time, she passed it casually, but on second thought, it was strange.
âThereâs no way Serwin didnât know about the abnormalities. Itâs about the disaster.â
The sense of discomfort that was ignored at that time was revived all at once.
âHe hid it from me on purpose. Why? Why is that? Does he still not trust me? If not, why?â
Her heart was tightened with shock and disappointment. She read the paper again and went down, holding her nervous mind.
âIf Serwin modified it on purpose, there must be something in the deleted content.â
The records of the past were no different from what Amelie saw. The problem started from Serwinâs accession period. It was 12 years ago that the abnormalities of the Imperial Palace reappeared, and it coincided with Serwinâs accession period. After that, abnormalities occurred three or four times a year.
âThe dates are all different, but an anomaly is occurring on the same day only for one day a year.â
The date was today, hunting day.
âWhat do we have today?â
Amelie felt somewhat uncomfortable. There were more than one or two things on her mind. Serwin was depressed about the hunting day and readily agreed to let her go out of the imperial palace. A small sense of incompatibility that she previously ignored as nothing special broke out at once.
âCome to think of it, Mrs. Willow said. Do you know what that monster is doing on a day like today?â
Come to think of it, it was 10 years ago that Mrs. Willow suddenly quit her job. It is exactly the same as the year when Serwin changed the hunting day from the Grand Malt hunting ground to the imperial palace.
âYoung Lady Renia!â
Amelie opened the carriage door and called Renia. Renia came at a rapid pace.
âAbout Mrs. Willow. You said she has been traveling and only comes to the capital at this time of year, right?â
âYes. Only on hunting day.â
âDo you know why she only comes back on hunting day?â
âI think itâs just because Mrs. Willow wants to? I donât know why either.â
Amelie bit her lip. Hunting Day was not a specially celebrated day like Harvest Day or National Day. Itâs been a long time since commoners even had a little more delicious food at home to acknowledge it. There was a hunting day, but it was only an event for some nobles, and it had nothing to do with Mrs. Willow. Still, it was very strange for her to return to the capital every year, only on hunting days, not to meet anyone.
âDid Mrs. Willow see something?â
When she met Mrs. Willow again, she had a story to hear.
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As soon as the carriage stopped, Amelie ran out. Then she strode over and opened the door, and she went in at will.
âMiss Amelie? What are you going to do?â
The party followed Amelieâs unexpected behavior, flustered. Seeing Amelieâs return, Mrs. Willowâs daughter rushed out to the front door.
âYouâre back again?â
âI have something to ask Mrs. Willow.â
âIâm sorry, but my mother wonât meet you. Iâm really sorry. Please go back now. Itâs not polite to keep doing this even though you donât meet her.â
Her daughter was very sorry and closed the door. Amelie suddenly felt her gaze and lifted her head. She saw Mrs. Willow, who was standing by the second-floor window, and her eyes met.
âMrs. Willow! Let me talk for a momentââ
Amelie shouted. But Mrs. Willow heartily closed the curtain.
âWhy didnât you listen to me? Youâre the one who asked me to come!â
Milena was furious by the blatant door. Whatâs the point of calling someone to come over to talk and then kicking them out after just saying what they have to say! Thereâs a degree of ignoring people!
âSince Miss Amelie canât say bad things to people, I have to do something!â
She clenched her fist and tried to scream. But Amelie touched Milenaâs shoulder.
âMilena. Calm down.â
âPlease donât stop me. You have to be really angry at times like this.â
âIf you yell, people will come and I canât use magic.â
âYes?â
Milena looked back at Amelie. Amelieâs expression was different from usual. The eyes staring at the window where Mrs. Willow was standing were quite sharp.
âSir Chad! Please watch around!â
âWhat are you going to do?â
âIf she doesnât want to come down, I can just jump in!â
If it were another time, she would have made a promise later, but now things were a little urgent. Amelie murmured the spell and rolled her feet.
With a light noise, the ground under Amelie soared into the air. In a blink of an eye, a two-floor earthen pillar was formed.
âIs a witchâs magic really instantaneous?â
Renia only blinked in surprise. It wasnât the first time sheâd seen Amelie use her magic, but she was astonished every time she saw her. Even the wizards, who are considered to be the best in terms of skills, couldnât use magic as naturally as Amelie did.
Amelie knocked on the window. At the sudden sound, Mrs. Willow opened the window.
âH, how can you be here!â
She was surprised to find Amelie there. This is the 2nd floor, so how?
âMrs. Willow, thank you for opening the window. Excuse me.â
Amelie walked into the room. Mrs. Willow was so surprised that she couldnât kick Amelie out and stepped back.
Amelie closed the door first.
Bang.
When the door was closed without touching it in front of her eyes, Mrs. Willow turned pale.
âGuard, Iâm going to report it to the guard!â
âIâm sorry if I surprised you. Thereâs something I have to ask you.â
Amelie closed the window. Mrs. Willow shook her shoulders at the window that was closed even though she hadnât touched it.
âYou donât look good, letâs sit down first.â
Amelie magically pulled a chair and let Mrs. Willow sit. After that, she brought a chair to sit on.
âWhat is thisââ
Mrs. Willow doubted her eyes. She canât believe everything comes at once. She canât believe this magical situation. She knew women who performed magic with their fingertips.
âYouâre a witch, arenât you?â
âYou recognized me right away.â
âItâs taboo now, but when I was young, I used to get help.â
Mrs. Willowâs mother also said that she was helped by a witch when giving birth to her. Growing up, she has been told that sheâs so healthy because the witch blessed her. It was unimaginable now, but it is said that witches were common back then.
âWhy is a witch by His Majestyâs side? What is it that makes you so curious about this fuss?â
Amelie was nervous about her question. When she asked the question, she felt strangely nervous.
âWhat did you see on hunting day 10 years ago?â
ââ¦Nothing happened.â
Mrs. Willow replied calmly. But Amelie saw her shaking for a short moment.
âPlease be honest, Iâm here to get things done.â
She shut her mouth and turned her head away.
âHave you never had a question while working at the Imperial Palace? Why do people suddenly get weird? Why is the ground rotting?â
If she had worked in the imperial palace for 50 years, she couldnât help but know.
âYou said His Majesty is a monster, right?â
ââ¦.â
âDo you have any idea about what happened to him?â
âThatâsââ
Mrs. Willow was speechless. Her wrinkled face was distorted into pain. She trembled, covering her mouth with her hands. After becoming a maid of the imperial palace in her teens for decades. The painful memories from her heart came to mind one by one.
When she first became a maid, the senior maid made a request. There is a monster living in the imperial palace, so she told him to keep her mind straight and not blame anyone.
At first, she thought it was just a way to scare the newbie.
But before a year passed, she saw the monster.
While she was sleeping, she suddenly woke up. Her surroundings were as quiet as dead, and there was a strange sense of uneasiness. She casually looked out her window.
There stood someone who lived in the next room.
âAre you going to meet your lover again?â
She didnât think it was strange, because her coworker used to secretly go out on late night dates with the knights. She was looking at the back of her roommate, thinking vaguely of how envious hse was, until she saw a thick black mist clinging to the dark silhouette.
At that moment, chills crawled all over her body and fear rushed in. As if running away, she returned to her bed and rolled her blanket tightly around herself.
âW, what is that?â
While shaking, the morning came. And she heard that someone killed several knights last night when it was foggy.
The memories were so scary and terrible that she wanted to run away, but she couldnât stop working due to family circumstances.
She worked hard. On foggy days, she locked herself in the room and covered herself with a blanket and didnât take a step out. The next day, the fog would surprisingly be cleared, and tragic news was delivered without fail.
She struggled to forget the memory of the night. But strangely enough, it was gradually piled up and forgotten.