Chapter 7: Trust
The lights flicker and a tearing scream echoes through the mansion. Roux was sent flying into the air and landed onto the dead bodies on the stone slab. It was the first time I had seen a person be blown off their feet. I suppose that was caused by offensive magic that the Lord seldom uses.
The Lord’s expression was the same as ever. His eyebrows were not furrowed nor was his face contorted, but one could surely see the spark of anger smoldering in those cunning eyes.
“Roux! You…you had the nerve to trick me? I remember telling you to report should there be any changes to the condition of the wound.”
“!…”
Maybe it was due to the impact the fall had on her, she could not reply. The Lord treads on her hands on the floor.
“I do not remember ever ordering you to lie.”
Roux certainly did tell him the truth. But between me and her, the Lord seems to have chosen to trust me.
Well, that is no surprise. He believes in his own magic. A slave’s word… Her position must be taken into consideration. What’s more, a slave who has not really proven her worth, could never carry any weight. All the more so when the story is ridiculous.
I had understood that. Hence, I chose to let her be.