Giselle’s Point of View
“Giselle, please wait a moment.”
Lady Elle muttered quietly as I began to show signs of dejection. She stood up, and her red eyes sharpened as she approached the debt collectors, who continued to moan and groan.
“Lady Elle, it’s dangerous here…”
“It’s fine. I’m strong, you know?”
I knew that magic existed, but all I knew was the magic my parents used in their daily lives. I didn’t know that it could be used to fight.
Elle patted me on the head to reassure me, who didn’t know anything and was worried.
“Taking us lightly.”
“Oi, I told you to stop!”
One of the frightened debt collectors foolishly attacked Lady Elle.
A flaming arrow came towards her.
The moment I let out a small scream, the flaming arrow disappeared without a trace. Lady Elle muttered in a small voice, “What a poor magic” as if disappointed.
“Well then, you fools. How dare you try to hurt my precious personal maid?”
Lady Elle’s words made the debt collectors pale.
They looked at each other and spoke in clamor, “What is this about her being the maid of the Ducal household,” or “Rather than that, it will be terrible if it gets out that we attacked a Duke’s daughter”.
I didn’t care about their conversation.
Elle’s words, “My precious personal maid,” kept resonating with me.
Even though I had refused to be her maid.
“Shut, I won’t let myself get caught here…”
The moment the leader of the debt collectors tried to escape, a large wall of ice was built in front of him.
Lady Elle approached them in disgust, “There’s no way I’m letting you escape.”
The wind blew away the remaining pair, who were cowering, and made them hit the wall that she had erected. The shards of the ice wall crumbled under the impact, piercing the debt collectors’ bodies.
As the men’s filthy screams echoed, Lady Elle came back to me with light steps.
“D, did you kill them.”
“Of course not. I can’t kill them because I have something to ask them.”
She patted me on the head and I let out a breath of relief.
I was relieved that the debt collectors didn’t die, because I didn’t want Lady Elle to kill anyone because of me.
“Now then, Giselle. What are you going to do from now on?”
“Eh?”
“I really would like you to be my personal maid, but… what do you want to do, Giselle?”
I don’t know much about being a personal maid.
I just want to be by Lady Elle’s side. I want to return the favor.
But I’m a debtor with no education whatsoever.
I knew that I would only cause trouble.
“I don’t think I can be of any help to you, Lady Elle. I will only cause trouble.”
“I see…”
Seeing Lady Elle’s disappointed expression, I continued, “But…”
I don’t know if I should tell her about it. My voice got choked up. I should have said something, but I didn’t. Lady Elle, who had grown numb to me not saying anything, crouched down.
She put her hands on both of my cheeks and slowly made me look up.
“What is it?”
Tears welled up in my eyes as Lady Elle smiled gently at me.
“I… I want to be by your side. I want to return the favor of saving me…
I was overflowing with my true feelings that I tried to hide.
It’s not the Duke that I want to go to. I just want to stay by Lady Elle’s side.
Lady Elle who received my words squinted her eyes in delight. She wiped away my tears and said, “If that’s the case, why don’t you come to my side?”
“You don’t have to start out being useful. You can learn slowly.”
“Why do you want me, Lady Elle?”
There are many people who are more suitable to be a Duke’s daughter’s personal maid than me, who has no education whatsoever.
I’m not sure what the point is in choosing me.
“Simply because I thought you will be good.”
“Eh?”
“Hmm, I got a hunch? I don’t really know how to explain it, but I wanted you to be my personal maid. Can you not agree with this answer?”
“O, okay…”
She smiled cheerfully, said, “Good,” and tugged on my hand.
I don’t know why, but I don’t feel bad about being wanted by her. I felt rather honored.
“It’s about time my Father arrived. Let’s go back to the mansion after I explain the situation.”
Lady Elle smiled and pulled my hand.
I’m sure she has no intention of letting me go. If that’s the case, I’ll have to make up my mind.
“Understood, Lady Elle.”
It was my first, poorly delivered, “Understood”.