“Bring that girl in again tomorrow.”
It was a shocking move. It was the first time Blanchet’s successor had brought the same servant twice.
The commoner girl, who stood out more than the anxious noble ladies, was insolent.
How dare she come in, covered in lies.
“If you were going to deceive, you should have done it right.”
The noble ladies who clung to him had at least some purpose.
In front of me, she doesn’t smile like a doll, nor does she cry, harboring a rebellious purpose. Yet in front of others, she laughs so freely.
That’s why he trampled on her and broke her down.
“You should cry for me.”
Someone like you should simply cry, grieve, and wail as I desire. Mourning for me who has limited time.
Rather than planning a radiant future, counting your remaining days. I want you to stay in the past. Forever.
Of course, I know well that such a thing will never happen.
Still, you must show sincerity. At least while I’m alive.
