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ipe it with a towel.”

“Oh, but I have a question.”

“Okay.
Ask me.”

“Who are the people trying to kick me out?”

“It’s hard to tell you because there are so many.”

“Are you the one trying to kick me out?”

Cecilia wrapped a large towel around me and brushed off my hair with a small towel.

“No, I obey the Grand Duke’s command.
His Highness called you a Lady, so you’re a Lady.
There’s no reason for you to be kicked out.”

I was a little embarrassed at her unexpected words.

I thought Cecilia was the one who wanted to kick me out, but her eyes didn’t seem to have that kind of idea at all.

She just looked like a busy person doing her own job.

“Then who are the ones who want me to be kicked out?”

“People who are threatened by the sudden appearance of your presence.”

“Ah.”

“If I may say so, wouldn’t it be the retainers?”

“I see.”

When I nodded still, Cecilia, who roughly brushed off my long hair, made eye contact with me.

“Your mother’s appearance is more threatening than yours.”

“Then can you tell me who it is?”

“Will the Lady listen well then?”

Meanwhile, she wiped me out and brought my pajamas.

“…You’re so cheap.”

“There’s nothing cheap about it.
Have a good meal, sleep tight, and I’ll let you know if you don’t lock the door.”

“…”

“You have to answer me.”

“Okay.”

“Then let’s go eat.”

“…Your clothes got dirty.”

“That’s all right.
As long as you are finally clean.”

It was my first time.

The fact that the person who suffered damage because of me didn’t say anything.

I thought for a moment that not all adults in the world are bad.

“Originally…”

“Yes.”

“A bad guy doesn’t usually say they are a bad guy.
They would say they are a good person.”

“Is that so?”

“So Cecilia is not a bad person.”

With her lips slightly curled due to my words, she then reached out to me.

“Eat.”

“Okay!”

“I’ll cut your hair after you eat.
I’ll trim your nails too.”

I didn’t trust her completely yet.
It’s just that I know she’s not a bad person.

I didn’t believe her, but…

Cecilia’s loving hands somehow resembled my mother, so I smiled timidly, with my head down to the floor.

“A grown-up woman… maybe she’s a little better.”