Even if they didn’t, Elyse’s letters would be fodder for Lady Gisela, who would take advantage of the Empress’s absence in any way she could.

“Open all the drawers in there. Get everything you can.”

After Madame Gisela gave instruction, the lady began to sift through the desk.

My heart raced and my breathing began to quicken.

How could I stop her?

If I ran out in my cat form, there was a good chance the ladies would scream in horror or run away.

At worst, they would immediately pounce to kill me, but knowing where to hide in this bedroom gave me an edge over them.

“There’s nothing, ma’am.”

Said the woman who had searched every inch of the desk as I was about to take a step.

Madame Gisela shoved her out of the way and looked around, but there was nothing.

Surely I saw you put the letter in there earlier, why?

I stared at them in surprise, then ducked back behind the post at the foot of the bed.

“You still haven’t found it?”

The ladies paced back and forth, searching for anything that might cause trouble, but none of them said they had found anything.

Impatiently, Madame Gisela lifted the covers and yanked the sheets off the bed to see what was inside.

“How can this be!”

“I really don’t think it’s there, ma’am. It’s not like there’s a lot of furniture or stuff here, so if it was, I thought I’d find it quickly……. If it’s not there after all this searching, I guess it must be…….”

“Lady Annarose, have you found anything?”

Mrs. Gisela whirled around to ask pointedly, and a sigh could be heard here and there.

“No, ma’am.”

“Yes, I don’t see it here either, ma’am.”

“That can’t be right. Search further. Look on the floor there, too!”

I could see Mrs. Gisela exclaiming, “What the hell!” and throwing up my innocent cushions.

The ladies looked on in disbelief, reluctantly checking behind mirrors and along window sills.

That’s Madame Gisela, she must be crazy.

When they looked up, the woman who had been smiling like a girl on the hunt was nowhere to be seen, and a devilish woman stood in her place.

Even in the original, she was not a normal villain, but when I saw her in real life, I thought that what was expressed in the text was a new beginning

When Madame Gisela’s atrocities are shown, there is no way that the scene where she treats other noblewomen as if they were her maids and screams at them is shown in detail.

If the main villain is that bad, how will the supporting cast and extras live?

It’s because they’re not mentioned, everyone is living in such difficult times, just like those noblewomen!

The same goes for me, of course, who was only briefly mentioned as an oracle.

“And none of it has anything to do with girls?”

“Yes. There is nothing any girl-related stuff at all.”

No wonder.

Because there are no women in this room!

The chemise, which would be one of the things they wanted to find, was in the handkerchief drawer of Killian’s dresser, as small as the palm of her hand.

But they could only think of peeking under the bed covers and rummaging through the couch, with no plans to look into the handkerchief drawer to see if it was a chemise or a handkerchief.

“What do we do?”

One of the ladies asked cautiously, as everyone turned away empty-handed.

Gisela, who had been picking up the books Killian had left on the bed and dropping them to the floor one by one, snorted and looked back at the ladies.

“You think that makes any sense? They’re not there because you’re not looking for it properly!”

Madame Gisela brusquely ignored them and shoved the ladies away.

Who was this cheerful woman on the hunt, or the one who had laughed so kindly at Killian in the library?

Could a person be so two-faced?

It was creepy how her lovely face had become so expressive and now looked like a witch with a big mouth.

“Why, there’s always something to catch in an inhabited room!”

Madame Gisela screamed impatiently, slamming her foot down on the carpet.

Everyone gasped, dumbfounded, and picked up the unwanted item again.

But there was no further effort on the part of any of the ladies, except for Madame Gisela.

Knock-

“Who’s there?”

Startled by the knock on the door, Lady Gisela clutched her chest and nervously turned around.

A fierce, poisonous aura pervaded her face as she realized with certainty that it couldn’t be the crown prince who had knocked.

“Ah……. I’m sorry!”

The maids who opened the door, carrying cleaning tools, hastily put them down and bent to greet her.

Strange. Why are there so many people coming in today?

It hadn’t happened before, but today seemed to be the only day that women were coming in.

The palace’s hot spots, famous restaurants, landmarks, something.

“What are you doing in His Majesty’s bedroom, at this hour?”

Madame Gisela asked, turning on her heel and looking at two maids alternately.

A silver-haired maid and a brunette stared at the carpet and rattled it, but the brunette was the first to speak.

“I didn’t mean anything else, but, I just thought I could come in and clean because the door was open, and you said that if you left the door open, it meant you were out, and I could come in and clean. I just saw the door was open and wanted to ask if I could do it now, so I said…….”

“You just told me that you were told by your own mouth that if the prince left the door open, it meant he was going out, and you came in to ask him about it?”

“No, that, that’s what……!”

The eager brown-haired maid stuttered, her face flushed red.

Sigh, Madame Gisela was not to be trifled with.

She was the kind of person who would make you cower in fear the moment you met her.

If I were a human being, I’d never get into an argument with her…….

I could picture the crabs in my head, grabbing at all the pods until I was ground to powder if I said the wrong thing.

Lady Gisela took a half step toward the maid and looked into her face.

“I hear that His Majesty has been taking this time of day as his resting hour and that he returns to his bed chamber to linger for a while; did you not come here knowing that?”

“Absolutely not, we just wanted to do some cleaning, really……!”

“You.”

Cutting off the maid’s hasty attempt at an explanation, Mrs. Gisela swept her eyes over the two maids in turn.

“I’m going to give you some time, and I want you to think about who you can tell that I’m here.”

“What?”

“Where will you tell, who will you spread the word, that you have seen me here. I am asking you personally. Now, answer me.”

“Uh, no.”

The silver-haired maid standing to her left hastened to deny it.

Lady Gisela looked at the silver-haired maid with her chin set high, the corners of her red mouth curling upward.

“You look very pretty, what is your name?”

Startled by the unexpected compliment, the silver-haired maid looked up.

She was as stunningly beautiful as Madame Gisela had said.

“I’m Irina…… Scott.”

“You sound like a girl made in heaven.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Oh My, you’re a sweetheart, but haven’t you been educated on how things like you are supposed to behave when talking to me?”

What kind of education is she talking about?

After a moment’s puzzlement, I knew immediately what education Lady Gisela was referring to.

The maids dropped to their knees and clasped their hands together respectfully, a look of panic spreading across their faces.

Madame Gisela smirked and gestured to the ladies standing behind her to take a look at the two maids, then walked away.

“Make sure you cleaned up without a trace.”

One of the noblewomen following Lady Gisela paused to instruct the maids before joining the group.

“Phew.”

The maids sighed as the ladies left.

After a quick glance around the mess, the maids stood up from the carpet and began to clean up.

Just then, another half-open door opened and someone walked in.

“Oh my. Why are you there?”

This time it was the other maids.

Why the hell are there so many people in this room?

Killian’s bedroom, now without him, was attracting people like pigeons flocking to a meeting square.

“I thought you said the area had changed since then…….”

A maid named Irina Scott answered with a sigh.

Her face showed fatigue from dealing with Mrs. Gisela.

The maids who had just come through the door exchanged glances, then crossed their arms across their chests and spoke up.

“I told the head maid that we would have the crown prince’s room, though.”

“She hasn’t delivered anything.”

“Huh, you’re such a d*ck!”

The maids snorted at the absurdity of it all and insisted that they were the senior maids who had come in first and that they would go to see the head maid if they could, but the brown-haired maid insisted that there was no need to talk anymore, and they continued to sweep and mop in silence with Irina.

Soon, the late maids were scurrying away.

“Boom!”

The brunette maid suddenly screamed as everyone left.

“Oh my God, the prince’s bedroom, it smells so good!”

She looked happy as if she had been praying for this moment.

“Yes.”

But unlike her fellow maid, whose joy was palpable, Irina meekly grabbed an ostrich feather duster from the bin of cleaning supplies.

Soon, the brown-haired maid walked to the bathroom with the mop, and Irina watched her colleague in silence.

She wondered if she was checking to see if she was doing a good job, but then she slowly backtracked, putting distance between her and the brunette, and began to lightly wave the duster through the air of the bedroom.

“Shooooo. Shhhhhh.”

When I looked up, she was making a noise with her mouth.

It sounded like white noise.

As I watched her, I noticed something even stranger.

She would only reach for the duster in dark corners and tight crevices, not on window sills or objects.

It’s almost as if she’s looking for something, or luring it in.

Why does she clean in such a strange way?

“Shhhhh.”

At that moment, the silver-haired woman bent down and shoved the duster under the bed where I was hiding.

I clung to the post, stunned.

My eyes dilated with tension, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest, and my entire attention was focused on Irina’s hand holding the duster.

I could already picture what would happen if that duster pulled me out. My legs were shaking and I felt like I was going to lose my grip on the pole.

And I was terrified of the maid’s constant it was so strange that the maid kept making noises while shaking the duster.

“What are you doing here?”

At that moment, I heard Killian’s cold voice.