Chapter 38

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“Welcome.”

“Good morning!”

The knights, who arrived here first to train, greeted Violet with fervor.

The young knight—though not yet formally ordained—was a newcomer just like Mary. Violet waved helplessly at him.

“Young Miss—I mean, no, Your Ladyship! We’ll be in your care again today!”

Burdened by the boy’s eyes, which sparkled with kindness, Violet turned her head slightly.

As long as someone was from inside the ducal residence, there’s no way they wouldn’t have heard the rumors about her.

However, as the days went by, it became more apparent just how strangely they’re treating her now.

It would have been normal to see this behavior from the people in the annex, but it was completely strange coming from people whose faces she wasn’t even familiar with yet.

“The way people are treating me has become strange. Do you know anything?”

“Ah, you mean that?”

Zylo answered calmly as he watched Violet wielding a wooden sword.

“The answer is what you told us.”

“…What?”

“About what happened when Your Ladyship was summoned to the main mansion.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean to say, it’s the story that you told that day, Your Ladyship.”

Next to Violet, Mary slapped a hand over her forehead.

Violet had barely been able to tell Mary her story, and Mary responded by saying that she was on the lady’s side. However, it seemed like that story was spread around in the meantime.

Violet was stunned.

That day, when others had asked Zylo what had happened, he just answered calmly and told them about it.

He didn’t look like it, but this knight was quite loose-lipped.

“I-It’s just what I heard. After knowing about Your Ladyship’s circumstances, I…”

Rumors had no bounds.

It’s unknown just how twisted and misinterpreted the same words could become when passed around from one person to another.

Wasn’t she the very epitome of a victim of rumors?

Seeing Violet’s incredulous expression, Zylo asked back.

“Should I not have said that?”

Yet again, a tactless question.

Violet despondently answered no.

“You already told them, so it couldn’t be helped…”

Who in the world would be happy to know that one’s own misfortunes had degenerated into a fun story for others? A rumor based on goodwill might be alright, but Violet was not happy with it.

“…I just hate tiresome things.”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Milady.”

After what Violet said, even Mary started apologizing. At this, Violet’s eyes filled with despondency were turned to Mary.

“They also kept asking me, and I didn’t know how else to make them stop…”

“……”

It roughly went this way.

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