Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 112 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (7)

"Ah."

Lancelot gave a soft, hoarse "hmm," his expression remaining extremely calm as he continued to look down at the documents awaiting his review on the table.

After a long silence, he casually lifted his eyelids and said, "You can leave now."

Mel: "..."

Even after the knight's figure had left, the pen that had been slowly and methodically reviewing documents on the table paused.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, the flickering lights in the distance dimming his handsome face.

After a long pause, he pursed his thin lips and pulled out a piece of paper from the side with his well-defined knuckles.

The book is filled with detailed records of a series of events that happened to the girl on her journey from her homeland to the empire.

In my vision, all the words automatically became extremely blurry, except for...

Lancelot lowered his eyes and looked at the letter calmly, his fingertips lightly tracing the paper, his movements slow and drawn-out, concealing two lines within:

[...Your Highness...Wedding invitation...Attempted suicide...Failed to commit suicide...]
[...encountered a thief on the way...suspected of switching items...still under investigation...]
……

Having been at the Duke's mansion for some time, Yu Ci had roughly figured out the situation inside.

Whether it was the patrolling knights, the serving maids, or even Ruien, whom she had disciplined, they all addressed her respectfully as "Your Highness."

In the vast Duke's mansion, apart from the study in the main building, she could move around freely.

But the fragments just stay in the study, they are extremely career-oriented... Yu Ci smiled slightly.

"Knock Knock-"

A knock came at the door, followed by a maid's respectful inquiry, "Your Highness, it's time for breakfast."

Yu Ci gave a soft "hmm": "Push it in."

These days, she eats all three meals indoors.

"Where is Beya?"

After that test, Beya stayed by her side, taking care of her daily needs.

The two get along quite well, with 90% less of the testing and wariness between them. Now she can even ask him for favors.

Yu Ci raised an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, one of the maids respectfully bowed her head and replied, "Sister Beya has something to attend to, so we are in charge of your breakfast today."

The answer was standard, and Yu Ci nodded, signaling them to continue.

Looking at the meager meal that the two or three maids had laid out on the table, Yu Ci stood silently to the side, holding her knife and fork, unable to bring herself to eat.

Bread, steak, plus a glass of milk and a fruit salad.

"..." Wow, wow, this is so lavish.

She's been eating this stuff for over ten days now... Yu Ci pursed her lips.

Since it is a fictional Western medieval setting, even nobles like Lancelot have a very limited variety of food.

Yu Ci closed her eyes, sighed softly, selectively ate a few bites, put down her knife and fork, and let the maids pack up and leave.

Meanwhile, inside the study, a figure stood trembling with fear.

Rui En pursed her lips, her hands trembling as she clenched them tightly in front of her, and her maid's dress began to flutter slightly as she trembled.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at the man in front of her who was flipping through documents. Her voice grew softer and softer, and as she spoke, it trembled and began to sound like she was about to cry.

Rui En gritted her teeth.

Even though she was ten years older than the man in front of her, with the passing years, her fear far outweighed her feelings of love.

Thinking about it, she still couldn't help but steal a glance at that aloof and indifferent figure, then hurriedly concealed the emotions in her eyes.

Mel remained silent.

Apart from the princess from the East, almost everyone who met Duke Lancelot felt an innate sense of submission and fear; no other emotion came close.

only……

Mel stood silently to the side, watching the woman whose face practically screamed "I'm a spy" and "I'm guilty"...

It was just a question about where I went last night, yet I seemed more flustered than usual.

Compared to this one, the composed princess seemed more like someone who had been carefully cultivated.

Mel choked back a sob, then straightened his expression with a hint of annoyance.

The spirit of chivalry forbade him from speaking ill of the lady in his heart.

Even with all his doubts and suspicions about the princess, he could not do anything that would damage his reputation as a knight.

After a long while, so long that Rui En was about to suffocate, the sound of rustling pages abruptly stopped. "Get out."

Feeling as if granted a pardon, Rui En hurriedly agreed and retreated hastily.

Outside the door, Beya, who had been waiting for a long time, received the summons and walked in with her head down.

"My lord." He bowed respectfully and then began to report on Yu Ci's recent situation.

As she finished her report, Beya remained respectful, saying, "The last probe yielded no results, and Princess Yuci has hardly left her room... Forgive my bluntness, but this princess doesn't seem like a spy. My lord... shall I continue?"

Lancelot raised his eyes and parted his thin lips slightly: "She doesn't eat?"

The cold, indifferent voice made Bei Ya tremble involuntarily. The sudden change of topic startled her, and she lowered her eyes to answer:

"That's right... I eat very, very little..."

She paused, then added quietly, "...A few days ago, Her Highness made a list of ingredients and asked me to find them. They should be in the kitchen by now...and..."

Beya paused, thinking of the adorable little princess, and cautiously glanced at the man's expression before softly fabricating, "Her Highness misses you very much, and especially wants you to spend more time with her."

……

Rui En, who had been away for a long time, walked into the courtyard and looked up at the study.

Pale lips, “…”

Her emerald green eyes held a complex mix of emotions. Rui En lowered her gaze, then quickly disappeared around the corner.

In the study room.

Beya respectfully withdrew.

At the table, a tall, slender man in a military uniform leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping the tabletop intentionally or unintentionally, producing soft sounds.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and beneath his scattered blond hair, his expressionless face betrayed no emotion.

After a long while, the knocking stopped, and the man slowly got up.

Mel hesitated, then asked in a low voice, "Is the master going to the army? I'll go prepare the car."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot lowered his eyes, straightened his pristine white gloves, gave a soft "hmm," glanced at the spot where he had stood earlier, and spoke calmly:
"Throw away the carpet."

Mel paused, then lowered his head in agreement, unfazed.

……

Yu Ci changed into some light clothes and started fiddling with bottles and jars in the kitchen.

The maids standing nearby were pale-faced. They wanted to step forward but dared not overstep their bounds due to their status, so they could only patiently persuade them one by one:

"(Anxiously) Your Highness, you don't need to do these things!"

"Yes, Your Highness (timidly), we can do these dirty jobs..."

“Your status is so noble, how could you come to such a place to do these things? (Looking at us with fear and sorrow) His Majesty the Duke will surely blame us if he finds out…”

……

The noisy female voices behind her went in one ear and out the other. When she got really annoyed, she took the half-finished snack in her hand and stuffed it into the mouth of the nearest maid.

"Well……"

Meeting the maid's terrified eyes, Yu Ci blinked and smiled gently.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, and her beautiful face smiled as she leaned closer. The young maid froze, her face flushing red.

She chewed the melt-in-your-mouth pastry almost mechanically, and within a few breaths, her eyes widened, her pale green pupils sparkling as she watched the girl nod wildly.

"Delicious, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, glanced at the maids who were staring expectantly beside her, and fed each of them a bite without any hesitation.

As expected, it received unanimous praise.

Yu Ci smiled faintly and continued tinkering. Although the female voice behind her was still noisy, at least she didn't try to stop her anymore.

These are all Eastern pastries. The original owner also liked to make some small snacks by hand when he was in his homeland, but it was difficult to do them well without the help of time and machines.

But she herself,

As a vampire herself,
It's as if they were born knowing how to do these things.

"..." Yu Ci remained silent for a few seconds, keeping her doubts to herself.

Finally, we can eat some good food. I'll send some over to Beya and Ruien later.

Just then, the sound behind her faded away, accompanied by faint footsteps receding into the distance. Yu Ci blinked and realized something.