Chapter 120
Common Sense of a Duke's Daughter
âMiss Tanya, can we talk?â
It was after I had put all the tea supplies away and was walking down the hallway.
I wasnât sure when Dean had gotten in front of me, but he called out for me.
âWhat is it?â
After I asked this, Dean glanced around casually, confirming that we were the only ones left there before speaking.
âDo you know Dawson Kataberia (the son of the head of knights)?â
Deanâs words made my gaze sharper.
âOf course. What about him?â
âHe seems to be lurking around this territory and near your lady. Itâs unclear what heâs trying to snoop around for.â
âWhere did you hear this?â
âI heard about it coincidentally in the capital. As you know, me and Duke Anderson are related.â
âI see.â
If it were Masterâs connections, then this information was more reliable.
No matter what, Master had connections to both the military and the knightsâ order.
Even so, it wasnât good to come to rash conclusions. Right now it was best to make sure that this news was real. But...
âI understand. But why tell me this?â
This was an important question.
I was just an ordinary servant.
Only a few knew that I was miladyâs eyes and ears.
âI needed to confirm the veracity of this news immediately. Thatâs why I wanted to tell you first. Is there anything wrong with that?â
âSo why me?â
To my repeated questions, Dean smiled, seeming slightly confused.
âObserving your motions, one might realize that you have some training in martial arts.â
âThat...â
âIâve studied from Duke Anderson, so I can at least determine something like that. Judging from your personality, you would definitely be the type to utilize this power. Am I wrong?â
â...If thatâs the case, wouldnât it be better to tell one of her guards?â
âOh, are you not a guard? Iâm not sure what your position is.â
He had me.
It was true. He had never mentioned my job.
Digging your own graveâI guess that was a phrase for me.
...As if he could read my thoughts, Dean tucked away his smile.
âBut back on topic...Iâll say it again. After observing your day-to-day actions, I guessed that you had trained in some kind of martial arts. From how your gaze moves, to how your feet move...itâs not hard to tell. Going down that line of thought, it seems more likely that youâre her eyes and ears than any kind of guard. Thatâs what I thought.â
âIs...that so...â
Was I too weak, or was the man before me too observant?
âWho are you?â
Whatever he said would not be true.
Even if I were weak, I shouldnât have been seen through by a man who only knew a bit of martial arts.
Only a man who had the same level of natural talent as Master, who had trained for at least a decade would be able to tell.
Or perhaps someone who had faced off against someone who was at an equal level to me.
Only then could my observational movements be caught.
Thinking about it like that, the man before me should be the latter.
I couldnât help but ask this.
âHow...would a merchant guildâs merchantâs son bump into a confrontation like that?â
In response to my question, the man before me laughed.
In his eyes was a sliver of a shadow.
âWhatever. Please pass this information onto milady.â
I couldnât keep asking this man any personal business.
He hadnât let any clues slip in my conversation with him.
To my response, the man narrowed his eyes, slightly surprised.
âOf course. But shouldnât you verify its truth before you pass it on?â
âIâll do that. But I think that this is something she should know as soon as possible...are you so surprised by my decision?â
âYes. I thought you wouldnât tell her news that wasnât confirmed so she wouldnât worry.â
â...I canât deny that.â
If this were the past, I might have done that.
No, it was more likely than not that I would have.
...But...
âMilady stands on her own two feet, walking forward with strength. As someone who serves her, if I slow her down without any important reason, she wonât be able to move forward.â
When I was talking with milady, I couldnât help but have goosebumps.
I saw for myself her determination.
At the same time, I recalled my conversation with Dida from earlier.
That late night secret meeting.
My function was not protecting milady with silk and cotton, preventing her from getting hurt.
It was following by her side as hands and feet, or ears and eyes.
If I wanted to protect her, I couldnât withhold unconfirmed information or plug my eyes and ears after making a mistake.
That wasnât my job.
It was...
âYouâre not someone who would harm her, are you?â
The second I asked...the man laughed out loud.
âIâm honored to be acknowledged by you like that, Miss Tanya.â
He said.
âI understand. Miss Tanya, the confirmation of this news and other news, I leave to you.â
âYou donât have to tell me to do anything.â
The man turned away. I turned and walked forward to complete my work.