Chapter 115: The Transfer Student (3)
“A palace handmaiden is quite a high title, because even maids and butlers need to come from verified families. You would be treated as a Viscount or Baron at least, you know?”
It was a recommendation that any regular noble might make. But even a suggestion like this sounded barbed when I took into consideration how Rosemary had intentions to drive me into a corner beneath her mask.
With Klion, It might have been okay, but handling Rosemary required a lot of brainpower.
“I’m going to receive a title after graduating, anyway. I don’t really want to live in the palace.”
I’d been reading people and situations for years as a part of the society called South Korea. It was a piece of cake maintaining a poker face and choosing the right words to respond with at the right time.
“... I see.”
Did my argument work?
Rosemary backed off for now, then sat right behind me. The back of my head burned for some reason. If Vermel had seen this, he might have had a seizure.
Anyway, where the hell was this guy?
“Hey, everyone! Long time no see!”
Miss Heerlein entered with a large grimoire in hand and gave us a light morning greeting. I guess with Professor Hasfeldt having gone missing on the northern front, she was going to be our homeroom teacher for the second semester as well.