The Crazy Prologue Never Ends

5.
Became a secretary, very briefly (2)

The menu has changed since signing a contract with the Duke.

Compared to the previous life, it’s just a little more luxurious diet, but the spicy taste lingers on the tip of the tongue! The sweet taste brought tears to my eyes.

I stole a bit of beef from my daily meal and secretly put it in my pocket.

Then I went to the guest room and dried it to make beef jerky.

The weather in the north is dry, and it dries up in just a few days.

Although the amount was very small because it shrunk…

If I succeeded in stealing and drying it a few times like this, it seemed that food would be no problem.

The issue was finding a place to hide, but the ground was frozen, and the hole was not dug.

I hit the ground vigorously with the fork I had stolen along with the beef, but it was useless.

In the end, I couldn’t dig even 3 cm and sat down.

The iron fork was bent.

Indifferently, snow fell again from the sky.
I dug hard, but snow piled up on top of it.

I wanted to squeeze my mouth, which I had been talking about, saying that I don’t know why they clean up the snow every morning.

‘I wish I had a shovel.’

If you go to the forge and ask for a shovel, you’ll be caught in no time.

After walking around the castle for a long time and avoiding the surveillance network, I suddenly remembered the place when I came here first.

There was no one around.
Carefully, I lowered myself under the fence and moved.

In the Duke’s backyard, there was a graveyard where I had seen the day of possession.

And…

A large pit was seen beside the four tombs.

A place dug as deep as the size of the coffin.

A place where you can find it without getting confused, even if you don’t leave a mark.

And… maybe, a place where I won’t touch until I die.

“I found it.”

I got goosebumps at the fact that I was supposed to be in the place, but I quickly cleared my eyes and put things in their place.

All I had was a few pieces of jerky wrapped in paper and snowshoes woven from twigs, but I was relieved to think that I would be able to escape soon.

Snow was covered over the graveyard again.

The snow piled up and quickly covered the traces.

***

“Oh, it’s boring.”

It has been two hours since I laid on a hammock and looked only at the ceiling.

As I let out a long sigh, a piece of paper next to me fell.

Not being able to see the Duke was the same as before.

The clerk’s office was in the basement, dark and very narrow.

In the narrow space where not even sunlight could be seen, only the sound of scraping paper and the monotonous sound of turning bookshelves could be heard.

In a small space, even surrounded by only three people, I felt a little sore all over my body to endure boredom.

I brought a hammock and attached it, but I couldn’t move as much as I wanted.

The clerk’s office was so small that whenever she moved, the papers next to her fluttered.

Besides, they didn’t even make me work.

From the moment I first came, they have been glancing at me the whole time.

How a bunch of clerks stuck in a small space…

Even the head of the clerk’s office, who had the highest rank in the clerk’s office, said honorifics to me and sweated profusely.

This is not simply because of the incident I had at the dinning hall.

Their attitude was a mixture of rejection of the suddenly dropped on them and a slight sense of pressure as Duke.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to adapt.

One day, I came from the secretary’s office with a piece of paper stacked up to the waist of an adult.

Since it was a material to be distributed to the knights, the scribes wrote the distribution papers by hand all night long.

I snooped around and talked to them because they seemed busy.

“Well, is there anything I can do to help?”

“No.”

“Ugh, come on.
I can do the transcription.
You may need a hand to work.”

“It’s okay, young lady.
Rest.”

They desperately refused, so I thought it was not a big deal, thinking that it must be finished soon.

However, on the day I secretly went out for a walk late at night, the light was on in the clerk’s office.

They were doing the transcription I was supposed to do until 3:00 in the morning.

No! If it’s simple labor, you can just ask me to do it.

Am I bothering you…

An anxious feeling of foreboding passed by.

Wow, isn’t that what it is?

I can’t tell you to stop working, so I put a desk in front of the bathroom or against the wall.

I do not do anything, but I keep looking at the wall, I’m retiring!

It’s a method that makes you helpless so that you can’t do anything and give up on your own!

I jumped out of the hammock.

“Excuse me.”

My voice echoed loudly in the silent clerk’s office.

The clerk, who was looking around in surprise, turned his head toward me.

It’s no use looking around like that.
There is only you here

“When can I meet the Duke?”

“Yes?”

The young scribe was surprised at my words and asked back.

“I heard that the secretary’s office often goes to see the Duke.
I’d like you to hand over the documents.
Aren’t you going here?”

“Uh… We…”

The clerk hesitated.

“The completed documents are handed over to the secretary’s office.
After getting approval once, we raise the approval from there.”

“Then what can I do here to see the Duke… Do I have to?”

An anxious feeling of foreboding passed by.

“We are a low-level job… So no… I’ve seen it from afar, but in terms of work…”

“Then have you never met the Duke?”

He nodded.

Oh, My God.
I picked the wrong one

I should have chosen a maid to make the duke’s bedclothes tidy! Should I have picked a knight?

A lousy hand is not a lousy hand for nothing.

Even if you elect an archbishop or an emperor, you somehow make a dud.
That’s the truth of a bad hand.

Even if you choose a mafia, you’ll be killed by the police on the first day!

What, then I’ll be in this dreary clerk’s office.

After lying in a dry hammock for about two years.

Do I have to die when new blood comes?

This is just different from the original Leoni’s death place, isn’t the situation the same?

“Take a rest.
Then I’ll…”

While I was idly thinking about the situation, the scribe stood up.

Next to him was a thick stack of papers.

“Well, you’re going to the secretary’s office to get approval, right?”

He nodded cautiously.

“I’ll go get the approval.”

“Yes.
… yes?”

“Give me that.”

If I want to live comfortably, I need to stick right next to him.

Even if it’s not that, I’ll get you promoted! I’m going to coax him into to.

Die this way or die that way, it’s a matter of judgment.
You should put an iron plate on your face.

***

He wasn’t even in the office.

I turned around and heard the butler say that he was in the bedroom, so I went to the bedroom.

My arm muscles were sore from carrying heavy papers.

Leonie’s forearms were really thin.

Will I be able to run away properly?

“Here are the documents.”

He was looking at the papers that had been pushed up to his bedroom.

I put the papers down on the desk where he was sitting.

Thud

The wad of paper fell with a loud sound.

“Why do you do it yourself…”

“I’m a secretary.”

Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.
He took off his glasses.
The gold chain fell off, revealing the sharp eyes hidden by the glasses.

“I’m also here to see His Highness.”

I shook my hand and sat down on the sofa next to me.

“Aren’t you going?”

“You need to check the documents.”

He sighed and put his glasses back on.
And he pulled the papers I brought towards him.

He said after turning the pages for a while.

“Young lady, there is no secretarial seal that should be stamped here.”

“Oh, that.”

I grinned.

“I read it carefully.
I even wanted to take a picture.
It’s so perfect to the point of tears.”

And she raised her thumb as a thumbs-up sign.

He sighed once again at my words.

“If you’re free.”

He brushed his hair back, his curly black bangs falling to the side.

“I’d like you to stop by the butler and get some blood drawn on the way.
They say they don’t have enough blood.”

An indifferent voice rang in the bedroom.

“Oh, I’m not going to draw blood from today.”

“What?”

His face was grimly crumpled.

“Did you forget the contract?”

“Who said I wouldn’t give you blood?”

I lay down on the Duke’s bed.
A cozy blanket wrapped around my body.

“I’m not picking it up.
Just change the way, it just bites the nape of the neck, just like your ancestors did, in a primitive way.”

I turned my lying body to the side.
A tilted Duke was seen.

There was a crack in the face that had always been solid.

“So, if you want to eat it.”

I patted the covers.

“Come here and lie down quietly.”

A short silence followed.

He looked at me silently with an expression of unknown thoughts.

“Yes.”

The Duke, who had been staring at me lying on the bed, strode towards the bed.

I didn’t think you’d agree.

I sat up, slightly embarrassed.

He sat down next to me, the bed tilted at an angle.

“Is it your preference to sit down and bite?”

Just do it.

Having said that, he raised one arm and wrapped it around my shoulder.
A stiff chest touched my face.

He buried his face in my neck and took a moment to catch his breath.
Without hesitation, he bit my neck.

A stinging pain ran up her neck.

I sucked in a breath.

‘Wow, he bit me.
He is like an animal.’

At this point, he didn’t look like a vampire, but like a huge beast.

It felt like being bitten on the back of the neck by a huge beast living in the north.

With his untamed teeth, he sucked my throat.

I swallowed hard.

I felt my pulse thump and beat loudly at the nape of my neck that had been bitten by him.

I was frozen and barely came to my senses.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed hard.

He was pushed out more easily than expected.

He parted his lips, but her neck still twitched.
A stinging pain remained in her neck.

He languidly licked his lips.

Blood smeared at the corners of his mouth.

“It looks like the young lady is very bored.”

He let go of his shoulder and fell.

“It wouldn’t be bad to give you a new experience once in a while.”

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.

“Are you outside?”

“Yes, Duke.”

The voice of the waiting soldier was heard.

“Right now, the young lady…”

He crumpled up the bloody handkerchief and threw it into the trash.

“Send her to the dungeon.”

***

The prison was on the second basement level.

The room was shady and cold.
Water condensed and flowed down the walls.

The only light was the light from the perch hanging in front of the prison.

As the fire moved, the shadow of the person standing guard shook from side to side.

There was straw on the floor, but it was not enough to keep out the cold.

I could hear rats crawling around and occasionally gnawing on straw.

I breathed in my hands.
For a brief moment, the warmth stayed and dispersed into the air.

I collected my frozen feet.
She squatted down and buried her head in her lap.

The Duke, thinking of the state of blood, wouldn’t want to keep me in prison for long, but it was so cold that I felt like I had to endure a little bit.

He locked me up here to discourage me.

Aristocrats, especially women, would be frightened just by being imprisoned in a dungeon.

He seemed to think she would beg for forgiveness in a few minutes.

I had no intention of responding lightly.

It must have been about two hours.

“Are you satisfied with the food in prison?”

A familiar voice came from above.