Actually, I Was The Real One

Actually, I Was The Real One
Chapter 27


Paula: “You only read romance and horror novels, right? One time, you were so scared that you couldn't work on the night shift.”


Emily seemed a little offended by the insinuation that she couldn't possibly have the book she wanted to read.


"No, of course it's true."


To be honest, Emily's bookshelves are full of interesting novels.


Emily: “You used to say that if you caught me reading these books again, you would have confiscated them, right? But you are also happy to read it.”


Paula: “What?”


Emily became more confident when she saw the embarrassed expression on Paula's face. It was the woman herself who asked Emily to recommend more books, and the woman who said she was happy to read them.


Paula: “That's impossible..”


Emily: “If you don't believe me, you can go to the mistress' room to see for yourself. I think my book is there.”


Seeing Emily speak with such confidence made it difficult for Paula to reject her claim. He tried to imagine their women reading romance novels. It really doesn't fit…


A war novel sounds more likely.


Emily: "So, are you going to reprimand me for reading something that's not academic?"


If she does that, then that means their women are also reading something that is not academic.


Emily raised her chin triumphantly and received a light blow from Paula.


Paula: “Then I was wrong. I'm relieved that the madam has been nice to you. But be careful not to do anything that goes off track. ”


Emily: “Yes, Bu.”


Paula: “The same goes for both of you! Understood?"


"I'll be careful."


"Yes!"


Paula: “OK. Let's get back to work.”


The servants scattered as Paula dispersed them. He looked anxiously at their backs and was deep in thought.


'Borrowing a romance novel? Not confiscated?'


He still can't believe it. If it was a horror novel, he would understand it a little. But 'woman' and 'mistress' were two words she had never thought to say together in a sentence.


'There's a weird one...'


He should check with Rose.


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A day later, Friday. When Keira came to her room after dinner, a letter was already waiting for her.


It was a letter from the Marchioness Francais.


'Who is that again?'


After a while, he remembered. The Marchioness Francais was the one whose invitation Keira received.


The Marchioness must have thanked him for accepting the invitation, but Keira was too busy to read the letter properly.


He's worried about something else.


The book she borrowed from Emily used the term 'wallflower', an insult used to refer to people standing alone in a corner of a ballroom. Lonely, you could say.


'What if I look like that?'


What if she attends the dance, but comes home after sipping a drink alone? There is nothing more shameful and sad than that.


His expression became grim. He felt like a student who was worried about the low grades he got in the practice class.


"Why are you crying?" Rose asked.


Keira hesitated for a moment and replied.


Keira: “I'm worried about being a wallflower in a Marchioness Francais.” ball


Rose: “Yes for mercy. You worried about that? Wall flowers!”


Rose laughed as if she had heard a joke.


Keyra: “Don't laugh. I seriously. If I come back from the ball just stand alone. I will be very sad.”.


Rose: “Don't worry, mistress. There will be a lot of people who want to talk to you. And you don't even go alone, so why are you worried?”


Keyra: “What are you talking about? I'll go alone.”


Rose's face was gloomy when she heard Keira's reply.


Rose: “...You went alone?”


Keira: "Yes, by yourself."


Rose: "You didn't bring a partner?"


Partners.


Why didn't he think of that? Keira wanted to hold her head in frustration.


It makes no sense that a noblewoman who has just become an adult would attend a dance without a partner unless she wanted to be the center of attention, of course.


Whenever Keira had to attend a banquet, she was always accompanied by her father. But this time it is impossible.


'…What should I do? I'm not close enough to anyone to ask them.'


He suffered with his head on the table.


'Zeke is immature, so he can't attend social events outside the house.'


The knights come to mind, but …


"We're not close enough to ask one of them to be my partner."


They had just passed the stage of misunderstanding each other. Except for Arthur, he had no meaningful conversation with any knight since the last drinking party.


And even with Sir Arthur, he wouldn't consider them close either.


Rose: "You didn't think of that?"


Keira: “...I completely forgot.”


Rose: "How about going with Your Majesty as usual?"


Keyra: “No way! And do you think His Majesty will really change his schedule for me?”


Rose: “Oh, that's right. Then, why don't you ask one of the knights?”


Keyra hesitates.


Keira: “We are not close enough to ask each other for help.”


Rose: "I can think of someone who would be discouraged if he heard you ..."


Before Keira could ask, there was a knock on the door.


Emily stuck her head out and said.


Emily: “Mistress, I heard you had an appointment for dinner? I'm surprised that you didn't answer even after calling you for such a long time. I'm afraid something might happen..”.


Keira: “Oh, it's like this?”


Looking at the clock, it's almost 7. He plans to take the train and leave at 7:30.


Emily handed me the butterfly mask.


Emily: “This is the mask you asked for. Where are you going to need a mask? ”


Emily tried to be indifferent to ask. Rose, who had been taking care of Keira since childhood, was also listening.


Keira could not bear to say that she was going to the casino.


Keira: “Ya, um, outside. People might recognize me.”


He knew he could not avoid being scolded, but he was like a child hiding their mistakes.


Keira: “It won't be dangerous because I'll go with the knights. It's Friday night, so I'll take a break.”


Emily: “Hmm... I won't ask you again, so have fun.”


Keira walked down the stairs, leaving the two maids pouting behind.


'I really.'


His heart was pounding, but he could not retreat now.


Keira looked around like a thief, worried that she would be caught. Fortunately, it's time for dinner, so people are busy–


Zeke: "Where are you going, noonim?"


Keira squeaked and turned around.


Nick: "Z-Zeke."


Zeke approached his sister who was fixated on the spot.


Zeke: "What are you holding? Ah, mask? Where are you going at this hour with a mask?”


Keyra: “Hah? So, um, uhh.”.


He thought about saying he was going for a walk, but he knew it wouldn't work. She also dressed up to go outside, and she did not need a mask to walk around the mansion.


He's sweating cold. Keira, the older sister who was supposed to be an example to Zeke, would be seen by him as a sinful older sister.


'N-no! I didn't do anything bad! I'm just trying to experience the outside world!'


Moreover, it was fine as long as he did not participate in the gambling itself.


"I'll go with the knights tonight."