Chapter 33
When the sound of an explosion appeared in the mansion, everyone was shocked. The only ones who staid calm were Made, Snow and the Archduke because they recognized Michelle's spirit energy in the air. But everyone else was restless. Very quickly, someone knocked on Michelle's door.
"My Lady! Are you okay? We heard an explosion!" Michelle recognized the voice. It was the maid who was by her side when she had just woken up in the body. The maid's name was Jasmine. The original owner cared about Jasmine quite a lot since she took care of her since she was an infant, but Michelle didn't really care. She was polite to her, but she was polite to all the servants all the same, even though in the world she was in, servants were basically slaves. Their master could have them beaten to death for fun and no one would bat an eyelid.
"I'm fine! Don't worry!" Michelle answered through the closed door as she closed the window.
Hearing that Michelle was fine, Jasmine and the other servants standing behind the closed door were relieved, but they were still quite worried. "My Lady, what was that explosion?" Jasmine asked, her voice filled with concern. As Michelle was most of the time away from the Archduchy, she didn't have the time to notice between how she and the original owner acted, so she didn't know that the Young Lady she cared about so much was already someone else.
Knowing that they wouldn't leave if she didn't show herself, Michelle sighed a bit and went to open the door to look at the servants. "I was experimenting with spirit stones. Don't worry about it. You might hear explosions quite often from now on." Michelle spoke calmly as her purple eyes swept over the servants. She was like a different person compared to the Young Lady they knew, but Michelle didn't care. If some suspicion arose, she would cook up a lie then. Or leave it to the Archduke to take care of.
The servants were all flabbergasted when they saw Michelle's expression. So calm and emotionless. Just like the Archduke. She was really his daughter, looking so elegant and dangerous at the same time.
Some averted their gazes, unable to look at her. The Michelle they knew was lazy and arrogant, but she was kind and sweet to the servants. But the person standing in front of them was the perfect copy of the Archduke, her presence screaming danger and striking fear into their souls.
One courageous old servant spoke up. "My Lady, what are you experimenting with the spirit stones for, if this old man can ask?" he bowed his head as he spoke.
Michelle glanced at the old man, her purple eyes deepening. "I'm trying to create a weapon," she said calmly, cooking up a lie instantaneously. "Now, if you would excuse me, I'm going to return to my experiment." She reached out her hand to close the door.