Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
032 Countdown to reversal
"Would you like to make a deal with me?
"Deal?
As she cut out so, the old woman circled her eyes and then put a mocking laugh on her face.
"Well, if you think about what you're going to say... you're missing something to say, and it's a deal? Finally, you're peeling off your make-up skin too. How dare you threaten me to make a profit?
The solidity also overhears the words of a dewy old woman, and she refutes.
"Don't get me wrong. My wish is only one. It's all about getting everything back where it belongs."
"Where it should be......? I don't think so."
"You seem to have more misunderstandings than I thought..."
For the first time, the obvious emotional color floats in her face, which has remained faceless until now.
Shh, shh.
I heard you were highly skeptical, but this is almost paranoid.
The girl continues, sighing at the difficulty of persuasion.
"We are proud to say that this is a good deal for you."
"That's roundabout...... let's get down to business"
Whose fault is keeping me away from the point of view, I don't give a crap. Because it is useless to say such a thing and make the conversation stubborn again.
She decided to throw her opponent's preferred words at her frankly.
"We'll beat the ghost back to the grave eleven years ago."
"What do you mean?
"My wife and I should be in common in that we are plagued by it"
Saying, she approaches an old woman.
To a distance where we can smell the perfume that we have sprinkled on each other.
"- To me too, Henrietta's in the way."
Although it was unlikely that he had done so in the past decade, Linus was in a good mood to see the face of his brother, Turius. Anyway, when I was a fool who was kept in this king's capital, I was turning off my faint grin every day to reveal the frustrations in my heart.
Marquis Lavalle turns his hand and invites himself and his brother to each and every simultaneous event. That's the day after day. Turius, who had been safely repaired at the wedding seat, would also be worn out if he took to a well-formatted place many times on a boulder. I usually have a flat face buying my surrounding laughter, but all this time I'm in the middle of being stretched out to stay in Wang Du. In a state where there is nothing to protect oneself from, even the same painful hands work differently.
He has a clear face during the event, but when he returns to the mansion, he gives a snug look while sighing. He was also seen several times leaking his grievances to accompanying ministers.
... I was in a good mood. Until last year, I was made to do it for him. The depression of the years is also a bit about healing.
Regardless, Linus thought that every time Turius exposed the faults, the Ovenil family's reputation would be lost, but that would also be a little more patience. Not for long, Marquis Lavalle's next hand moves out. As long as it is decided, a new bell can be worn on Turius' neck: the noble uncle. And the bell is attached to the hand of the Marquis, and you can ring it whenever you want.
Not long ago, when I thought the siege net to end that abomination would be complete, some stigma was also severed from the necessary expenses. Besides, the uglier Turius is, the more Linus' stock rises somewhat in relative terms.
I haven't even visited that marquis today. The tea on the terrace is also delicious.
It's just a problem.
"... I didn't think you'd make it this far."
I get colder every day, is it about the gaze of my new wife Simone?
But that's not a big deal either. Linus answered his wife's accusations with a snort.
"Say what. As my older brother, I'm helping him connect his face to the history of the King's capital, right? I don't think you can grow up with that."
"Things say."
Simone also exhales the sigh of loss and this sight.
"Sir, who is turning over an invitation to a party on a day in a row that you don't want?
Linus has a nose for this, too.
Simone was somehow sympathetic to that stupid brother. Is it the reason I exchanged more decent greetings than I thought when I first met you? Or the sympathy between those involved in the centralist conspiracy as well?
In any case, I don't think I have eyes.
I don't want to give anything that I can do, such as Linus and a faction led by a monster like Lavalle. But still, it's better than Turius being able to make a wild shot every minute. Though the centralist is incompatible with his creed, he thinks of the future of this country, because that lunatic only has it in his head to do with his research. But how many corpses of slaves shall be piled up for this purpose, and the name of the flourishing ovenil shall be anointed with mud.
So far, he'll look like a poor young man swung into a conspiracy between his real brother and his grandfather baboons, but his nature is inferior there. Let's say you give up a hundred steps and see how bad this manipulation is to blame. But this woman even seemed averse to killing Turius.
incomprehensible. How can you be so intimate with her when you know such an anecdote about her and her brutal, hairy body?
"What, you don't have to be so smug. This foolish noise must be about to settle down."
"Yeah, yeah. That was it. You didn't feel like you were newlywed at all, did you?
Simone flatters her shoulders by saying it. My husband was summoned for conspiracy from the first night, and since then he has been working on it. One or two of the sarcasms is that there is no choice.
"... So my brother-in-law found my fiancée early. That the Marquis of Lavalle also has a refinement in companionship operation. So, who the hell is that pathetic bride to be pawned by?
I hear this woman on the boulder couldn't read that old monster's manipulation that far either.
Linus decided to flaunt it, along with a slight sense of superiority.
"That's the way to go, your stupid brother's bride might have a happy backdrop, right? Whatever... you're not even a complete stranger."
"Oh, I didn't know Sir Turius had such a woman."
"Would you have been there? You know, you're alone."
"No way......"
Intuitive of the answer, Simone frowned.
"Yes, Miss Henrietta Paula Cartan."
The moment Linus uttered the answer, he was delighted and frustrated.
That abominable trump card of Turius turns quickly into a ghost bill that controls his life in one turn. The biggest concern of the Ovenil family and their right arm lean against each other and go to hell. Imagine the sight, but it is painful and supreme.
"The boulder marquis also seems to be somewhat hassled with your father's persuasion, but it will be only a matter of time. Specific stories will be brought up next week. Don't you think Turius is a fruit payer, too? He's been a good friend for many years, and that's all he can do."
Linus and his aristocratic aesthetic eyes go hand in hand. I wouldn't even admit that that creepy little girl has the beauty of a dumping country if it's just her figure. On the inside, though it is one crack of the devil who gave that madman a hand and tilted this house.
The look on Simone's face listening to the word increases momentarily and coldly.
"... I didn't think you'd look down so far."
"Hmm. What do you need to be so blinded about? Whatever Turius is, he's on good terms for that girl again. This is how you can shoot someone you haven't been able to respond to for eleven years. Simone, you were supposed to be boiling business for your brother's treatment of her, too?
"In the end, I suppose that's going to be a tool of conspiracy as well... what do you think will happen to Mr. Uni and Mr. Henrietta after that if things go according to your outlook?
What she fears is the treatment of Henrietta after she's done with the Thurius amputation? Indeed, the only thing that remains after the end of Turius is the Countess family warrant, who was widowed without getting her hair in between in agreement with him. Uncle Kartan wouldn't want to leave such a stain on his daughter's background either. Because even I have a history of ex-slaves.
But that's also what happens when you actually enter into a marriage. That girl has enough trouble to fall into Turius even at just the betrothal stage.
……
I'm not going to talk to Simone that far. Or because it would be more of a touch on this woman's scales than wearing the end after marriage.
Reminds me of the investigation report in the plan.
(If the Marquis's investigation is certain, that girl - she's not spotless already)
That wicked wife's servant, the miserable servitude that served a six-year-old at the time. Even as Linus, accustomed to an undeniable and evil scandal because of his brother's work, it was a story that made his chest worse. But if that's true,
(Should I put the sin of committing it on Turius and make him sue from Uncle Kartan even though he said he was forced to negotiate prenuptially? Well, the Marquis also thinks well from next)
I mean, here's the thing. If what Lady Josephine did eleven years ago comes to light, the honour of the Count Caltan family will be even more damaging. A true wife was hurting a bastard by brutal and tragic means. The obstacle would go around and extend to the righteous inheritance. Before that happens, you just have to let the originally infamous Turius wear that stigma.
Anyway, if what you said on the eve of the wedding is certain, Turius isn't getting his hands on that girl. If that didn't bleed on the first night's mattress, you'd be able to fight it back with enough ingredients. But with this measure of sinning against him, we can put an end to it within what is not entirely Turius's. Unknown is Uncle Kartan's heart certificate, but this is the less overwhelming risk that your house will take. Later, the only thing I can do is treat my daughter as a widow or a wounded person.
As for Linus, it's not what I found out, such as the woman who was responsible for the one stick of the slave slayer who tilted the house.
"What makes you so annoying, Simone? For you, too, Turius, that slave - no. Was she a countess now? Whatever it is, it's someone you don't even know."
"Yeah, well..."
Simone tells him to spit it out.
"And I'm not sure about you, Linus."
I felt something unexpectedly twitchy about the poison contained in the words.
Linus and her met only a month ago. After that, I left her alone and immersed myself in a conspiracy to do business. For her, neither Linus nor Turius are much different in terms of impression. My brother, who is the victim side of the Ningro conspiracy, was probably still a more intimate subject.
(What a fool...)
Shake your head at the thought that came to mind.
Even if the aristocrats will forgive you for that [slave killing]? There's no way. Not to mention being proximate to more than Linus, a legitimate nobleman, and so on.
"... you should know about me, after all. There's plenty of time."
It was best to say that so as to squeeze it out.
Simone's reply to is a sneer.
"I don't know. How can I get what my blood-connected brother couldn't even give me?
"I gave him plenty of opportunity and time!
Make a flashy noise and the cup is slapped on the table. Cold tea splashed over the tabletop.
Simone glances, but can't afford Linus to consider it.
"It's been eleven years since I found myself in a bizarre situation! In the meantime, how much do you think I've encouraged him to change!? It's only Turius himself who's kept it that way!? No more... I won't be patient at the earliest!
Linus herself could see her eyes laying still. But I can't stop it. Why do I have to tell my brother to be patient now? How much do you think you've lost because of that? This new wife doesn't try to understand that at all.
That was the same even if I chewed and included Turius' place of business many times to show it to him. Not only does my gaze on Linus get colder every time I repeat it.
It's unreasonable. Why do you have to see yourself like this?
"... I can't go out with you."
So Simone turned back her heel. To the habit of being a wife but only counting on things like dating her husband to do.
"Oh, fine. … you don't have to go out with me."
Neither did Linus follow with his gaze, but he turned silently to the view outside.
She was a woman who had no idea. Usually in the wisdom habit, foolishness peeps into my face when I'm on a stage except my brother for what reason.
But it doesn't matter. I've already done half of the role I asked Simone for. The measure of calling Turius to the king's capital at the invitation of the wedding and stopping him in the land. He is the companion that was needed for this purpose. Beyond that, the only role left is to conceive Linus' child.
I'm not in a free position to be fooled by such a woman. We also need a ruling on the Count's territory, the documents that come up from it, which we entrust to the deputies, and we have to connect our faces with the centralist lords, although it is unpleasant. Even though I am too close to Lavalle. All other nobles need to be united and maintain their presence within the faction, so they can be truncated into that old age. It's a faction that plans to escape one day, but to keep the house and itself. Until then, we need to take care of an exquisite, exemplary patriotic Shifu.
"Oh, shit!
I hate thinking about it. The depression, which had healed a little in his recent appearance in Turius's predicament, is just beginning to build up. It was hard about work too, but it was more painful to think about home than that. I struggle with my family, Linus thinks. First my father, then my worst brother, then my wife. Not as influential as that odd Phantom on a boulder, but he is nevertheless a disgusting opponent. It was not the appearance that made it painful, but the salvation of being a beauty, but in everyday conversations it was hard to reject it.
At first I thought she was a smarter woman. Even though there is no love there, they thought they were the ones who could fulfill their duty as noblemen to protect and raise their homes together. But after my brother showed his face, he went crazy. I was originally averse to being used in conspiracies, but that trend is becoming more pronounced. Even though it is my wife's duty to flourish this house with myself, there is no good reason to show sympathy for the greatest distress of the house.
I get irritated. Where did you disappear from when you were sipping tea earlier? I don't care who gets into my eyes. I want to beat him up. I felt like hitting this on something.
"Oh, um..."
I get a voice, I turn around unexpectedly. For a moment, I thought Simone had returned to apologize for her unconsciousness, but she didn't. There he was, a female slave that Linus kept beside him. It's always the woman he used.
"What can I do for you?
There was an unexpected roaring voice. I feel like I've been seen through my heart that it appeared on the arrow tip, which I was looking for an outrage. I mean, it was uncomfortable.
"Oh, I heard a loud noise, and oh, my wife left..."
The way things are said to be pinched in the back teeth causes another epilepsy. So much so that I even think you're doing it deliberately because you want to be beaten up. But there is no reason why we should be allowed to exercise restraint. Just one more reason to do that.
"So? You think I'm looking for someone?
"Hih, ah, um..."
"Don't let the collared flair weigh the nobility. It's a treachery."
Reaching out as I say, grabbing the slave's hair and pulling it abusively. I found myself used to the feeling of obeying it obediently, and it just happened to leak my tongue. Return indoors while closing the key.
None the less, Linus remembered more than when dealing with Simone.
"Oh, too! Your brother sucks!
"Don't say that, sister-in-law. I don't care if you ask me."
Cutting out as if visiting the room, my brother-in-law responded with a really troublesome bitter smile.
The only person who could zero honest stupidity for Simone was oddly this infamous second son, Turius. It is true that before we met, we fought in awe of what great evil man he was, but he became a more serene man who we thought we would actually talk about, and he rarely angered people. Besides, unlike the rumors, the slavery was gentle, and the maid I brought in didn't seem to have been treated so badly.
That uni - or Henrietta, to be exact - was unintentionally a mistress's kind because she was too beautiful and well-educated. But the new slave she was taken away and put into the mansion instead also kept the cleanliness to the same extent as she did. He is not only a maid, but also a man slave dressed in a butler's dress for insanity. Now it is not as if we know if the rumors of the example that shook up the king's capital are true.
"Still, you're not impressed with getting into your brother-in-law's room early in the honeymoon, are you? There will be rumors."
Turius says so with care, but even more so now.
"Rumors have spread instantly since I decided to marry this house. How did you get to go to that ovenil house? Until you've told me everything you don't have to be polite about."
"Oh, so is that...... no, sorry"
There was still no such horrible atmosphere as heard in the rumors, even from an honest look of pepper bowing his head. Linus, who joyfully joins the Ning Lo people in unexpected measures, is scarier as far as she is concerned.
"And it's not just you and me, is it?
I look around the room with chills as I say. A junior aristocratic young man named Rubel and an escort martial officer named Dooe stood at the wall looking uncomfortable. Slaves of maid and butler clothes also lie flat on the floor in pairs of men and women. They are truly well-educated slaves.
"Oh, you don't mind if I let you stand? Make it easier for you."
"I'm sorry you noticed.... because you can go back to work. Balt. Emily."
"Thank you. Happiness."
When I gave them permission, the two slaves began to untie themselves and get back to work.
"Were you making me do something?
"It's tea preparation. It will be time for tea time. How about my sister-in-law, if you don't mind? It would be inferior to my brother's secret tea leaves on boulders..."
Speaking of which, Linus and I had just had tea earlier. Even so, I sat in the middle of an unpleasant conversation, so I didn't have time to enjoy myself.
"I'll take it. If you keep talking, your throat will dry."
"Ha. Apparently, once again, you're accumulating stupidity. No, that's surprising. My brother thought it would work with someone like you."
"... are you kidding me?
A cold voice leaked unexpectedly. Turius blinks. Was it so... surprising?
"Sir Turius, do you know what kind of woman your brother prefers?
"Well... isn't elegance and character the number one thing? He's been rude for a long time."
"Surely that's important, too. But I don't think it's Linus Strain's companion who's going to be questioned about his elegance and character."
"Ho?
Simone makes them talk and listen, listening to the sound of the slaves preparing their tea handily.
"'Cause, right? It is only the job of his rightful wife to marry him into this house and to have and raise his children. It's something you can do without letting him through."
That's not what my new wife said.
"I'm your new wife, so I can tell you.... I know exactly what I mean. Master Linus and I, we don't fit."
That's what I found out in my interactions to this day. Linus doesn't want her. Simone's presence in this house was just convenient, not good for her. That the woman who was only occasionally introduced when the need for marriage arose was Simone.
Of course, that's roughly what aristocratic marriage is. Something like love, you can grow up after you get married. Live a cheap life that will not be available to civilians for life even if it is not appropriate. We should endure it as part of our duty. I can see that.
However, Linus did not show Simone the least respect as a partner in fulfilling his noble duties. It's all for my convenience to say, and I don't even consider her circumstances. With your mouth telling you to weigh this one down, the coolness of that hand is that when dealing with tools.
Make me laugh because, by the way, my primary interest is in a conspiracy against my brother. While denigrating the only flesh parent left behind, so agree with yourself. One stomach aches, etc. Is there such a thing as a woman who opens her heart to such a thin man?
Turius says as he scratches his cheek.
"For your information, what kind of woman do you think would suit your brother?
"Oh, isn't that what you want to ask your new wife?
"Sorry, it was illegal"
"Just kidding. I don't mind. I like the fact that you're not too hesitant, huh?
That's what I'll tell you, he looks puzzled and revealed. The age should be the same as Simone or one around the bottom, but those expressions were terribly childish.
"Right. If it suits him... isn't she the opposite of me?
"The opposite of my sister-in-law, is it?"
"Yeah. Even if there's no aristocratic upbringing, a woman who doesn't stand up and complain about him in a big way. A wife who devotes herself in the shadow of her husband, with discretion and bullying. Honestly, it's too convenient for a man, and I don't know if it's the same sex."
"If you were careful, wouldn't your sister-in-law be well prepared?
"My discretion is directed against a tradition of courtesy only. What he wants is discretion towards himself. I said," I'm behaving as a fine wife, "because there's more and more to coming forward."
"Ha. That's what makes a man feel awkward, he said. I think you can tell a little. That's what I have."
Surely there seems to be something like that in this temperate looking Sousuk. Doing this really seems harmless to humans and animals, but how could he have made such rumors?
"... whimsical? Have you ever seen anything about your husband being uncomfortable?
"Not much, neither am I."
A minister is whispering something about the two of them, but it doesn't sound good.
The moment I tried to bluff my ear wondering what I was talking about,
"... tea is in"
Baltic, the man slave who was called quietly places the cup.
"Thanks"
Thankfully, the butler clothed man slave took a step back silently and with the utmost respect.
Turius also receives cups and saucers from slaves of maid clothes.
If you look, the liquid in the cup is lighter yellow than red. The smell was also slightly unique and sweet.
"What's this?
"It's called herbal tea. We have rosehips for you today."
It's something to fry and drink other than tea vanilla. Some of the grand aristocrats who prefer fine tea leaves slap their pussies with 'substitute tea', etc., but Simone drank well between studies, etc., when he lived at his parents' house. I had never used Rosehip, but somehow I felt nostalgic.
"It's a little sour. Add honey, jam, etc. and your palate will be mellow, if you like. I prefer to brew diluted straight."
"Really? Well, let's start with you."
I do feel sour when transported to my mouth, but not as tight as I would say. There is a slight gap with the aroma that is reminiscent of sweetness, but this would also be in the habit. I don't think it's bad.
Turius, on the other hand, smiled somewhat the moment he put it in his mouth.
"Wow, thick..."
He groans so small in his mouth. Apparently, from his taste, it was too thick and overbrewed.
"I'm sorry, sir"
"No, it's good. Tea supply is a sudden turning job..."
To the maid bowing his head, he waves to Eagle Deep to grant forgiveness. But what seemed to stare at the distance was the illusion of the past, which was perfected by the hot air?
The job I suddenly turned, he said. So, who usually had it?
There's nothing but that girl.
Uni - No, Henrietta Paula Cartan.
Former daughter of a slave, taken as a living parting concealer of the Earl of Caltan.
Turius said she and I are not in the company of men and women. But is it not in any way synonymous with the fact that it belittles the existence of that girl? That's what I think when I look at him sipping an herbal tea that's not the intensity of my preference with a patient look.
"Hey, Sir Turius"
"What?
"Was the tea of the person who originally brewed it... delicious?
To the question that the curious worm emitted in pain, Turius said,
"... Yep, very"
With a distant eye, I answered that.
emotions contained in that slightly damp voice. It poked relentlessly at the tired chest of a rough, dry couple.
After all, for Turius, that girl is not just a slave. Otherwise, there's no way you could have sidelined it for eleven years, or even accompanied it to the mansion in front of the wedding until you asked your definitive brother to.
Another different, but equally honorable, relationship to the covenant between a man and a woman. I wonder if there was such a thing between us.
Simone was the only one responsible for pulling it off. Despite what my current husband and that Marquis had planned, it was also my great responsibility to call Turius to the King's Capital and make a scene at the example reception.
My chest ached unexpectedly. For him, there must be so much burden, how could he have thrown such a careless question?
Turius laughs thinly.
"Never mind. My sister-in-law, it's nothing wrong."
"But"
"I don't care either.... and that kid is brilliant. If you leave my hand, you'll be doing well."
With that said, I poured tea to mislead my expression. The tea that I rated too thick.
And his face, which hath spoken from the cup, shall be bitter.
"You're sweet, you are."
"I don't have a hobby that makes people uncomfortable in vain, that's all. When I say I'm sweet, the people I'm usually used to say I'm sweet. Hey, Dooey?
The warlord man who was told the story replied with a dry bitter smile on his shoulder.
- It is then.
"... I have trouble…………………………"
"Get out of here! Urgent……………"
From the hallway, I heard some sort of contention.
Turius is currently under the surveillance of Linus and others. I have been out several times for a social event aimed at stopping me, but I may say that I am essentially under house arrest. Therefore, in order to meet Turius, we must first obtain the permission of Linus, the owner of this mansion - which is not what Simone knew.
But apparently there's a visitor who came to see Turius even after he pushed it.
Eventually, the door was brutally pushed through and an officer-style man in a legal suit showed his face.
"Is this Sir Turius Shrounan Ovenil's room, Viscount Marlan?
Turius responds to a voice that is both powerful and abode, and does not appear to have moved.
"Yeah, no doubt about it. I'm Turius."
"… is a summons from the High Court. Hurry up and respond."
Simone blinked unexpectedly at the words of the officials who appeared.
High Court. It is the judicial branch of the kingdom, mediating disputes between nobles. The authority derives from the royal family, and the decisions made by them must be obeyed so much as by the great aristocracy.
Called out to that place? What about Turius?
Shh, Turius smiled uncontrollably at Simone, spitting that it was a new conspiracy between her husband and the Marquis.
"Don't worry. If I'm right, it shouldn't be against me."
"Behold, Lord Turius, what have you..."
"Excuse me, it's an urgent summons, so jewelry later.... Would you like some time to get dressed, please?
Having briefly cut the conversation, Turius turns to the man who showed up and says:
The man rubbed his accumulated mustache, thinking a little,
"Fine. As the body of the divine hearing is not in order while in plain clothes, I allow it. There's just a carriage waiting on the surface. Hurry up."
Yes, I gave you permission.
"Let's see. I'm aware of that!
Answer His voice plays cheerfully.
It's like - even if you're going to meet someone you can be in love with.
Simone didn't know what it meant.
- It didn't make sense.
That maid who serves the Count Caltan family is currently at the extreme of confusion.
The cause is a young lady named the Count, whom she was to worship a week ago. Until today, he said he had shown a wise standing around, but what the hell does this mean? Has she gone mad?
The sight had unfolded in front of me that even such a disrespectful idea would come to mind by accident.
"... Again, this outfit calms you the most"
A maid who says so - Henrietta wore made-up clothes. Pure white front hanging on a greasy piece. I even got a white brim on my head, and it looks like an undisputed maid. Sure, the Rin and True outfit was a good fit for this girl, but definitely not a good outfit for the Countess.
"Well, where did you get the maid's clothes from?
"I just gave the Count back what he had in his possession."
This is the answer to the leaky question.
Count? I wonder what it is, the kind of language you have for this other person.
No, more of a problem than that,
"Please stop, lady! It's a call from the High Court!? You need to dress up in your own way!
Yes, it is. Henrietta chose this outfit on purpose to respond to a call from the High Court. The Count's daughter is the maid of honor to go to a rigorous hearing? It's not a sanity shack.
Yet she said plainly.
"Then there will be no problem."
and.
"I'm putting my sleeves through the proper outfit for my identity."
"Duh, where is it!? It's amazing what country there is a young lady dressed like that and dressed like a magistrate!
After the confusion, an anger poked out his mouth beyond the maid's share.
Henrietta doesn't seem angry about it, she says, without even being a nickel.
"You're right."
"Huh!?
"There's no such thing as a warrant anywhere in the world."
The maid held her head. That being said, I'm in trouble because it's right in front of me.
But something in the maid's clothes in front of me is a tsunami.
And I want to apologize to you.
"You can apologize, so have a decent meal before you..."
She bows her head deeply so as to block that rebuttal.
The Count's maid almost blew it out unexpectedly.
That is, by no means, the depth of prostration that the noble daughter gives to her servant.
Isn't this as thankful as a slave would make a civilian?
The lady in maid clothes keeps opening her mouth.
"Until today, I have lied -"
I hear something start to collapse into humble language through that stupid politeness.
To cut this word off, I felt there would be a serious and tremendous collapse.
"- I am not Henrietta Paula Cartan, etc."
"... Huh?
What is the person in front of you saying?
The maid was even more confused.
The lady in maid clothes continued.
"My name is Uni. I'm a maid of honor and a slave."
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