I Will Avoid The Male Lead and Make My Harem

Vol. 2 Chapter 12 - Face is The Scary Thing

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The Countdom fell silent for a while after the funeral, as if it were a graveyard.

As if they were self-respecting, Shannon and Camilla remained in their room.

‘All right, now is the best time.’

Everyone who was interested in me had gone silent by this point, so now was my chance.

“Will you send this letter to the temple?”

Last time, it was a letter asking how the apprentice priest who worked with me was doing, but this time it was a letter to Franz.

I wanted to inquire about his visit to the Countdom and whether Valhail had settled in well with the Holy Knights.

“Yes.”

The servants responded subtly when they saw Charles following me.

When they met Emma, who had been abandoned overnight after being treated as their master’s mouth, hand, and foot, they must have had a lot on their minds.

Because they, too, are human.

“Can you, by the way, deliver this together with the letter?”

I gave over two pork sausages that the chef had given me.

“If you get caught, you’ll get in trouble, right? Is it going to be difficult?”

“It’s okay, my Lady. I’ll take it and enter. They don’t do body searches on kids.”

Charles gladly packed the sausage. The sausage was wrapped well so it didn’t smell.

In front of my eyes, the image of Franz accepting the letter and sausages was vividly drawn.

‘I am sure he’s doing well.’

Franz, a high priest who wishes to leave the temple but is treated warmly by the other priests.

I don’t know much about his circumstances, but I’m sure it’s a lot better than mine.

“Let’s get together and go out I’ll have the horseman take you for a ride.”

“Really? Thank you, my Lady.”

Charles thanked me profusely for my small favor.

It seemed like he had been treated poorly under Camilla and Shannon.

As we walked into the garden, we ran into Camilla and Shannon at the most inopportune moment.

When Charles saw them, he dashed away from the point where his face had turned white, as if he had met a ghost.

“Oh, m-m-mother.”

“I’m sure you’re out for a walk as well.”

“Yes… U-u-uncle told me t-t-to go for a walk……”

“I’m glad the weather is nice.”

Camilla smiled smoothly and passed past me as I gripped the hem of the dress and gently bent my knees.

As always with her brazen personality, Camilla pretended not to see Charles completely.

I pushed the child’s back, which came to a halt in the middle of the roadway like a rock.

“Let’s get going.”

Charles, who had been silently stomping, focussed his gaze on the distant horseman and opened his mouth.

“This is something my sister always said. You’d die without knowing which one is the mouse or the bird if you don’t know the devil’s weaknesses.”