Undercover Infiltration Duchess

rd he’s a swordmaster enough to defeat the Dragon.
Well, wouldn’t it be easy to intimidate people?”

Ezet’s reason was cut off by the remarks that Edmond was treated as a robber.
She strode along and held the handle of the stairs, and shouted.

“Hey!”

“Oh, my God!”

The ladies hid behind Countess Devon and Marchioness Barth, shivering in a fuss at Ezet’s shouting.

There are six people.
There was one more person than she saw yesterday.

“Oh, my God, Duchess of Jaxen.”

Unlike other blue ladies, Countess Devon opened her fan with her usual charming smile.

“I didn’t expect the noble Duchess to be rude to eavesdrop on other ladies’ secrets.
What a disappointment.”

“Who just did something rude to whom? What are you disappointed in?”

“I didn’t expect the noble Duchess to be rude to eavesdrop on other ladies’ secrets.
What a disappointment.”

The Countess of Devon said the same thing over and over and over again.

“Do you think you can say anything if it’s a private talk? How can you put such a ridiculous rumor in your mouth without shame?”

“Oh, my God.
You overheard our private talk, and you didn’t apologize.”

The Countess of Devon folded the fan to crack.
Then the other ladies straightened up and opened their fans.

“Duchess of Jaxen, you’re so mean.”

“What?”

Other ladies punctuated the Marchioness’s words.

“How can you eavesdrop on other ladies’ secrets? Didn’t you even get the basic education not to overhear other people’s stories?”

“Oh, I would have apologized to my parents first, even if I was embarrassed.”

“That’s right, you don’t even think about what you’ve done wrong, and you’re angry.”

The words of nobles do not flow into logic and reason but into a competition of power.
If you press it with a knife shield, that’s it.
Just as Ezet stretched out the previous day, the ladies excluded all other facts and held on to ‘the Duchess of Jaxen overheard other ladies talking behind closed doors.’

The logic didn’t work.
No one has ever tried to hide injustice from the six ladies, no matter how angry Ezet was alone.

‘What the hell, aristocrats… Why are you fighting such a vulgar fight?’

Ezet was so angry that she bit her lips and trembled.

“The Duchess of Jaxen really doesn’t seem to want to apologize to the end.”

“Oh, my God, how…”

“If you’d just said sorry for the intrusion, we’d have apologized for the rash talk.”

The wives shook Ezet slowly, accusing Ezet of ridiculous logic.
The wind from the flailing fan hid the cold sweat on their foreheads.