As you know, from the moment I was born as the eldest daughter of the Ashton family, my path was set to serve the Chevalier family as an assassin.
From a very young age, my father and mother drilled assassination techniques into me, and I trained desperately every day. Those days were unimaginable, and even now, I admire how I managed to endure them.
But.
“Hmph… it must be so. After all, the Ashton family is just a pawn of the Chevalier family. If so, they must be of some use.”
“You!?”
My father only saw me as a tool, and my mother was always indignant about it. But my mother’s words were never accepted, and my mother and I suffered every day.
That’s why. I worked harder than ever to become stronger. To become strong quickly and leave this house with my mother.
One day when I turned eight, my father took me on a mission. This was my first mission. I was full of tension and anxiety, but if I completed this mission, I might be recognized as a full-fledged spy and be able to leave my family home.
And… I killed someone for the first time.
“Well done.”
It was the first time my father had ever praised me. But I remember that for a while after that, I couldn’t get the blood off my hands, and I kept washing them until the skin was rubbed raw.
Even though the blood was long gone.
After that, I steadily carried out the missions I was given, and within a year, I no longer felt anything about the deaths of my enemies. Yes… I think I got closer to the ideal as a spy.
But.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?”
With just one thrust of a Dagger Knife, everything was destroyed. Bathing in the lukewarm, returning blood of my mother.
I later learned that my mother was a spy for an enemy power. Even though she had sworn eternal loyalty to the Chevalier family after marrying my father.
I thought I had defeated an enemy, but I had killed my own mother.
My father praised me again, saying “Well done,” but I didn’t understand the meaning. Why praise me for killing my mother?
From that time on, I would hug my knees alone in the mansion at night, trembling. I was about to be crushed by the sin of killing my mother, and I even thought about dying many times.
But I took on more missions than ever and continued to kill enemies. To erase the hands stained with my mother’s blood by covering them with the blood of my enemies.
Now I can clearly see that I was already broken at this point.
As if to irritate my nerves, my father took a new wife. Yes. Margo was originally my father’s subordinate, and she already had a seven-year-old daughter, Sarah.
Yes. In other words, my father and Margo were having an affair while my mother was still alive.
At that time, my father gave me a new mission. It was to serve as the Personal Maid of Alexandra of Chevalier, the eldest daughter of the Duke Chevalier family.
Since the Ashton family is originally the shadow of the Chevalier family, it is natural to serve the lord. My father also serves as the Chamberlain of Duke Chevalier-sama, attending to him.
And… I met the Young Lady.
At first, I was just carrying out my duties as a Personal Maid, and I think I was just a doll. But as I touched the Young Lady… no, that’s not right. The Young Lady found her mate, and her withdrawn personality became Yandere… ahem, ahem. Anyway, she became more positive, and I began to think that I couldn’t stay like this.
The Young Lady made a bloody effort to become Prince Harold’s mate, and she was able to control the Dragon’s Favor, and finally managed to get engaged.
I had been watching her efforts by the Young Lady’s side all along, and I was deeply moved. I wanted her to be happy with Prince Harold. Until that time, I would serve the Young Lady… that’s what I was thinking.
But.
“…I received an order from the Young Lady to become Prince Harold’s Personal Maid, and that’s how I got here.”
“…”
Monica’s past was heavier than I imagined. I don’t know how to answer this… or rather, I can’t answer carelessly.
“Are you disillusioned?”
“Huh? Why?”
Oops. I replied in my usual tone.
“I have killed many people. Even my own mother. Don’t you have any resistance to having someone like that by your side?”
“That’s a strange thing to ask. I want Monica to stay as my Personal Maid, so that’s all there is to it.”
No good. I’m answering without thinking again. But it’s useless to try to distance yourself from me like that. As your master, I will never fire you.
“Fufu… too bad. Or rather, you know that Lord Hal is like this, don’t you?”
“Yes. I knew, but I asked anyway.”
Sandra chuckled, and Monica replied in her usual tone. What? Didn’t you have any intention of doing that from the beginning?
“Well, now that we’ve heard Monica’s story, let’s get serious and look for a restaurant. I’m starving.”
“That’s right.”
“Yay! I’ve been waiting for this!”
We stopped the carriage on the street and looked for a restaurant.
Then.
“…I’m so glad I could serve you.”
“Ahaha, thank you.”
I responded with a smile to Monica’s softly whispered words.
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