Haunted Duke’s Daughter

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This country is rich. There is also the protection of the Spirits, and every crop is promised abundance. Sometimes they fail to do so in order to rest the earth, but only because the spirits contact them beforehand.

But even in a country so rich, there are still the poor. Someone fooled me or failed to do business for a variety of reasons. And those people have children, too. We cannot raise ourselves, the adults who decided that we would leave their children in some orphanages.

The orphanage was run by the state and a large number of children lived under one roof.

She, Farah, was one of them.

She has red semi-long hair and a relatively neat appearance. He was admired by many children who had soft hips against everyone and could be described as brothers. Now the director and I are being sent by the state to cut up this orphanage.

The dean is a laid-back woman, a little unreliable. But Farah also knows that you’re scared when you piss him off.

But Farah was also treated as a child living in an orphanage. It is therefore time to decide on a job. Where I thought so, the story came in.

“Farah, come here for a second”

One day, as I was finishing the laundry and taking a breather, the dean called me in. Enter the Dean’s private room as he forgives the children. It’s a primitive room with desks, bookshelves, and just one bed at a time. The Dean has offered an envelope with a magical face.

“Farah. Do you remember the nobleman who visited here the other day?

“Huh? You’re the one who came to inspect, aren’t you? Earl’s, Raymond Fort, right?

A few days ago, a Count man visited here in the name of an inspection. The man, Raymond, appropriately looked around the orphanage, and should have left soon. I remember the kids well because they looked at them with unpleasant eyes. And strangely spoken to for some reason.

“Raymond likes you…”

I have a very, very bad feeling. Dean ruthlessly told Farah, blushing his face.

“He wants to welcome you as a maid of honor to the Fort family.”

“Are you insane?

Dean grinned bitterly and shrugged his shoulders at Farah, who slipped his mouth as he had accidentally done.

Count Fort’s house. Count, that is, a senior aristocrat. I’ve never heard of an orphan making a maid of honor or anything like that. Sometimes I learn courtesy from the Dean, but still compared to nobility, it’s like a prank. I doubt my sanity, such as hiring such an orphan.

“Farah. What do we do?

Farah floated a tannic side to Dean’s carefree gaze.

To be honest, I don’t want to go. I don’t care about the Count’s sanity or anything, but I wouldn’t be able to look good from around. Anyway, from time to time, I don’t feel very tolerable with that every day. Here too, you won’t be able to come back.

But he’s a senior nobleman. Farah has no right of veto, which is why the Dean has such a caring eye. You’re asking me formally, but it’s actually like an order.

Farah sighed loudly.

“Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Thanks…… I’m sorry.”

The Dean is not bad at anything. Even though she knew that, Farah was turning back on her heels without being able to say anything.

It was supposed to be a month before we headed to the Count’s house. Seems to give me more time to prepare than I expected, like peace of mind for starters? I thought it was a long time ago, but apparently the dean ran out of hands for me. To thank you, he looked like he was going to cry.

For the rest of the month, Farah decided to teach her little ones what she did. It is not difficult when it comes to work, but I assign chore help to a number of groups. Laundry, shopping, cleaning, etc.

One day, Farah decided to go out with a group of buyouts. The Dean is with us. When I shopped, I was able to pick something to take to the Count’s house.

“Is that okay?

“It’s about one of those memorable things.”

Are you sure? Even so, Farah decided to buy something sweet for Dean. If it’s something to remember, I’d like something to stay in shape. Shall I buy a white cup and have everyone write something down?

With that in mind, let me act separately from everyone else and look around the store.

And I saw that.

Two girls walking a little further away. One looks like a white piece. The other is in black sailor clothes that I’m not used to seeing here. Is the girl in a white piece a well-known merchant or a little aristocratic courtier?

But Farah’s eyes were nailed to a girl in black sailor clothes.

“Oh, that! Those two…!

When I asked the shopkeeper on the right side, the clerk looked at the two people Farah showed with a suspicious frown and laughed, convinced, oh.

“Don’t I look like a civilian?

“Uh, uh…”

“Ma’am, is this the first time you’ve seen those two? Those two are aristocrats. White pieces are from the Duke of Aldis’ house.”

“Here’s the thing, Shh…?

Bigger than I expected came out. With that said, I heard rumors that senior aristocrats have come and gone lately, but do those two?

“Um, who’s the other one…?

When Farah heard, the clerk leaned his neck, saying come on.

“I’ve heard of a fallen nobleman’s maid in some country, but I don’t know the details.”

“Really? Thank you.”

Farah bows her head and tries to put the spot behind her. To Farah like that, the clerk said.

“Those two come every week this past week.”

“… Huh! Thanks!

I bowed my head again to the clerk and Farah left the spot behind.

I don’t see those two already. I don’t think I’m going to look for it now, so I’m going back to my family first.

Walking down the road to the orphanage, Farah was remembering a girl in black sailor clothes.

It was far-sighted, but I can’t forget that smile. Naïve, energizing around, an admirable girl for Farah.

“Why is Mr. Winter Moon here…?

Farah leaned her neck all the way to a question with no answers.