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"What would happen if they heard about the fairy powder?" One of them shivered.
"I'm sure their fraction would get destroyed with all the power the Roselia family possesses," one of them shrugged like it wasn't their problem.
"Don't they deserve to get destroyed?" I opened my mouth for the first time.
"Think about how they almost killed the victim through their ambitions," I recalled all the horrible events I went through yesterday.
I passed them back their drinks and blazer. It seemed like they weren't going to tell anyone what they heard. I guessed they were somewhat close to the person who just left.
"You're not a servant?" They finally noticed my informal clothing.
"No, I'm a servant," I tried to stick to my disguise.
"There's no way you're a programmed servant. They don't talk when they're not supposed to," he pointed out.
What? These servants weren't actual people! They were robots this entire time? No wonder they seemed too stiff and repetitive sometimes. I did find it odd that they didn't speak much too. I just never thought these highly workaholic and realistic looking people were actually robots.
"Who are you?" They turned wary.
"I'm Rika," I smiled.
"And I'm not a trespasser," I didn't want the same situation to repeat again.
"You can pretend that I wasn't here," I whispered that I would keep their secret if they kept mine.
"How can we trust you?" One of them took the lead.
I pushed them out of the way when the entire buffet table flew in our direction. It was likely that one of the fairies' arguments was heating up somewhere. It was just unfortunate that I was the person who received most of their attacks no matter where I was.
"Can you trust me for saving your life?" I winced when my wound started to bleed through the bandage.
The actual servants immediately cleaned up the mess, placing the table in its original place. Meanwhile, the people all gathered to stare in our direction. I ignored the blood dripping onto the ground as I hid behind one of their backs.
"Walk and let's go to a less noticeable place," I whispered loud enough for them to hear.
I walked, leaving a trail of blood behind me. The servants quickly mopped the floor to get rid of the evidence as I pressed my hand against the wound to prevent it from dripping any further. Maybe jeans weren't the best clothes to change into today.
"Are you ok?" One of them asked.
"I'm used to this," I coughed some blood.
I realized when too much mana was directed to harm me, I would cough some blood from the impact like from the wall slam. Normally, my body would be strong enough to hold against these tiny attacks, but my body was too weak from yesterday's continuous attacks. Another person offered me their handkerchief, which I accepted.
"We should call a host," one of them already ran off.
"No! You can't!" I accidentally raised my voice, trying to stop him.
They might accidentally summon Luke. My injury would somehow heal when I find Ethan to bring me to an infirmary in his family mansion. I wanted to continue my effective disguise.
"I'm really fine," I leaned against the wall as I sighed hoping Luke wouldn't be the one to come.
"Is everyone fine from the sudden wind?" Luke walked towards us with the person who called for him.
"Hide me," I pushed them in front of me to use them as a shield.
"There's a young girl who is injured from trying to push us out of danger," he didn't get my point. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/my-bothersome-life_10609696606076405/disguise-(4)_48832836853088511 for visiting.
"May I know where she is?" Luke searched for me.
"Behind us," these people betrayed me with no hesitation.
"Please come out. We can bring you to the infirmary and offer you some help," Luke's voice softened.
I stayed silent, knowing he would immediately recognize it was me if I answered him. The people in front of me awkwardly smiled, not knowing what to do. Each time Luke took a step, I made the person in front of me turn to keep me hidden.
Luke patiently waited as I continued to avoid him. Eventually when his patience was starting to run out, he asked, "do you perhaps know her name?"
"She mentioned her name was Rika," he recalled.
"Rika?" Luke immediately pulled my hand to tug me out of my position.
He stared at the blood all over my new outfit as the guests wondered how we knew each other. I glared at the guests behind me, regretting that I chose to tell them my name. Indeed, there was no one you could trust here.
Luke began to wipe the blood around my mouth. He made sure I shifted most of my weight towards him and pulled me into his arms. The guests' jaws almost dropped from how close we appeared to be.
"Do you perhaps know each other?" One of them carefully asked.
"This is my fiancée, Rika de Impalia Roselia," Luke continued to scan how bad this set of injuries were.
They froze as they found out my true identity. The exact person they were talking about were standing behind them this entire time. If that was the direction they were heading towards, there was no need to keep their secret.
"They know the person who sprayed fairy powder around the events," I pointed to accuse them.
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"What would happen if they heard about the fairy powder?" One of them shivered.
"I'm sure their fraction would get destroyed with all the power the Roselia family possesses," one of them shrugged like it wasn't their problem.
"Don't they deserve to get destroyed?" I opened my mouth for the first time.
"Think about how they almost killed the victim through their ambitions," I recalled all the horrible events I went through yesterday.
I passed them back their drinks and blazer. It seemed like they weren't going to tell anyone what they heard. I guessed they were somewhat close to the person who just left.
"You're not a servant?" They finally noticed my informal clothing.
"No, I'm a servant," I tried to stick to my disguise.
"There's no way you're a programmed servant. They don't talk when they're not supposed to," he pointed out.
What? These servants weren't actual people! They were robots this entire time? No wonder they seemed too stiff and repetitive sometimes. I did find it odd that they didn't speak much too. I just never thought these highly workaholic and realistic looking people were actually robots.
"Who are you?" They turned wary.
"I'm Rika," I smiled.
"And I'm not a trespasser," I didn't want the same situation to repeat again.
"You can pretend that I wasn't here," I whispered that I would keep their secret if they kept mine.
"How can we trust you?" One of them took the lead.
I pushed them out of the way when the entire buffet table flew in our direction. It was likely that one of the fairies' arguments was heating up somewhere. It was just unfortunate that I was the person who received most of their attacks no matter where I was.
"Can you trust me for saving your life?" I winced when my wound started to bleed through the bandage.
The actual servants immediately cleaned up the mess, placing the table in its original place. Meanwhile, the people all gathered to stare in our direction. I ignored the blood dripping onto the ground as I hid behind one of their backs.
"Walk and let's go to a less noticeable place," I whispered loud enough for them to hear.
I walked, leaving a trail of blood behind me. The servants quickly mopped the floor to get rid of the evidence as I pressed my hand against the wound to prevent it from dripping any further. Maybe jeans weren't the best clothes to change into today.
"Are you ok?" One of them asked.
"I'm used to this," I coughed some blood.
I realized when too much mana was directed to harm me, I would cough some blood from the impact like from the wall slam. Normally, my body would be strong enough to hold against these tiny attacks, but my body was too weak from yesterday's continuous attacks. Another person offered me their handkerchief, which I accepted.
"We should call a host," one of them already ran off.
"No! You can't!" I accidentally raised my voice, trying to stop him.
They might accidentally summon Luke. My injury would somehow heal when I find Ethan to bring me to an infirmary in his family mansion. I wanted to continue my effective disguise.
"I'm really fine," I leaned against the wall as I sighed hoping Luke wouldn't be the one to come.
"Is everyone fine from the sudden wind?" Luke walked towards us with the person who called for him.
"Hide me," I pushed them in front of me to use them as a shield.
"There's a young girl who is injured from trying to push us out of danger," he didn't get my point. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/my-bothersome-life_10609696606076405/disguise-(4)_48832836853088511 for visiting.
"May I know where she is?" Luke searched for me.
"Behind us," these people betrayed me with no hesitation.
"Please come out. We can bring you to the infirmary and offer you some help," Luke's voice softened.
I stayed silent, knowing he would immediately recognize it was me if I answered him. The people in front of me awkwardly smiled, not knowing what to do. Each time Luke took a step, I made the person in front of me turn to keep me hidden.
Luke patiently waited as I continued to avoid him. Eventually when his patience was starting to run out, he asked, "do you perhaps know her name?"
"She mentioned her name was Rika," he recalled.
"Rika?" Luke immediately pulled my hand to tug me out of my position.
He stared at the blood all over my new outfit as the guests wondered how we knew each other. I glared at the guests behind me, regretting that I chose to tell them my name. Indeed, there was no one you could trust here.
Luke began to wipe the blood around my mouth. He made sure I shifted most of my weight towards him and pulled me into his arms. The guests' jaws almost dropped from how close we appeared to be.
"Do you perhaps know each other?" One of them carefully asked.
"This is my fiancée, Rika de Impalia Roselia," Luke continued to scan how bad this set of injuries were.
They froze as they found out my true identity. The exact person they were talking about were standing behind them this entire time. If that was the direction they were heading towards, there was no need to keep their secret.
"They know the person who sprayed fairy powder around the events," I pointed to accuse them.
"What would happen if they heard about the fairy powder?" One of them shivered. "I'm sure their fraction would get destroyed with all the power the Roselia family possesses," one of them shrugged like it wasn't their problem. "Don't they deserve to get destroyed?" I opened my mouth for the first time. "Think about how they almost killed the victim through their ambitions," I recalled all the horrible events I went through yesterday. I passed them back their drinks and blazer. It seemed like they weren't going to tell anyone what they heard. I guessed they were somewhat close to the person who just left. "You're not a servant?" They finally noticed my informal clothing. "No, I'm a servant," I tried to stick to my disguise. "There's no way you're a programmed servant. They don't talk when they're not supposed to," he pointed out. What? These servants weren't actual people! They were robots this entire time? No wonder they seemed too stiff and repetitive sometimes. I did find it odd that they didn't speak much too. I just never thought these highly workaholic and realistic looking people were actually robots. "Who are you?" They turned wary. "I'm Rika," I smiled. "And I'm not a trespasser," I didn't want the same situation to repeat again. "You can pretend that I wasn't here," I whispered that I would keep their secret if they kept mine. "How can we trust you?" One of them took the lead. I pushed them out of the way when the entire buffet table flew in our direction. It was likely that one of the fairies' arguments was heating up somewhere. It was just unfortunate that I was the person who received most of their attacks no matter where I was. "Can you trust me for saving your life?" I winced when my wound started to bleed through the bandage. The actual servants immediately cleaned up the mess, placing the table in its original place. Meanwhile, the people all gathered to stare in our direction. I ignored the blood dripping onto the ground as I hid behind one of their backs. "Walk and let's go to a less noticeable place," I whispered loud enough for them to hear. I walked, leaving a trail of blood behind me. The servants quickly mopped the floor to get rid of the evidence as I pressed my hand against the wound to prevent it from dripping any further. Maybe jeans weren't the best clothes to change into today. "Are you ok?" One of them asked. "I'm used to this," I coughed some blood. I realized when too much mana was directed to harm me, I would cough some blood from the impact like from the wall slam. Normally, my body would be strong enough to hold against these tiny attacks, but my body was too weak from yesterday's continuous attacks. Another person offered me their handkerchief, which I accepted. "We should call a host," one of them already ran off. "No! You can't!" I accidentally raised my voice, trying to stop him. They might accidentally summon Luke. My injury would somehow heal when I find Ethan to bring me to an infirmary in his family mansion. I wanted to continue my effective disguise. "I'm really fine," I leaned against the wall as I sighed hoping Luke wouldn't be the one to come. "Is everyone fine from the sudden wind?" Luke walked towards us with the person who called for him. "Hide me," I pushed them in front of me to use them as a shield. "There's a young girl who is injured from trying to push us out of danger," he didn't get my point. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/my-bothersome-life_10609696606076405/disguise-4_48832836853088511 for visiting. "May I know where she is?" Luke searched for me. "Behind us," these people betrayed me with no hesitation. "Please come out. We can bring you to the infirmary and offer you some help," Luke's voice softened. I stayed silent, knowing he would immediately recognize it was me if I answered him. The people in front of me awkwardly smiled, not knowing what to do. Each time Luke took a step, I made the person in front of me turn to keep me hidden. Luke patiently waited as I continued to avoid him. Eventually when his patience was starting to run out, he asked, "do you perhaps know her name?" "She mentioned her name was Rika," he recalled. "Rika?" Luke immediately pulled my hand to tug me out of my position. He stared at the blood all over my new outfit as the guests wondered how we knew each other. I glared at the guests behind me, regretting that I chose to tell them my name. Indeed, there was no one you could trust here. Luke began to wipe the blood around my mouth. He made sure I shifted most of my weight towards him and pulled me into his arms. The guests' jaws almost dropped from how close we appeared to be. "Do you perhaps know each other?" One of them carefully asked. "This is my fiance, Rika de Impalia Roselia," Luke continued to scan how bad this set of injuries were. They froze as they found out my true identity. The exact person they were talking about were standing behind them this entire time. If that was the direction they were heading towards, there was no need to keep their secret. "They know the person who sprayed fairy powder around the events," I pointed to accuse them.
