Chapter 4: A Threat Is A Threat

AMERIE was patient enough to stay in her room with her nanny whilst staring at a nearby window, seeing a carriage go off into the distance.

She was sure that her father sent the empty carriage to confirm her statement, but Amerie is still nervous if what happened in the past will still occur this time.

Amerie is not sure if the events of the past will happen in her present, but it is always a good thing to avoid it from happening beforehand.

She has no certainty but being careful is a good step.

On the other hand, if Amerie is being honest, she viewed the Voulirs as dumb nobles.

In the past, when they plot the incident, instead of erasing their tracks and traces, they left tons of evidence that pinpoints the culprits being them.

They were rather sloppy in denying their involvement, causing the Margrave to look deeper.

Ultimately, they were caught and their sins were brought to light.

Amerie has never seen such stupidity before, maybe that is why they were caught easily and sentenced to their deaths swiftly in her past life.

"Young mistress…"

Amerie tears her gaze away from the window to look at her nanny, who called her in such a sad manner that Amerie knew what it was.

It was pity.

Pity for the girl that was betrayed by the people she likes.

'Nanny, your pity is unnecessary…' Amerie thought silently but didn't speak it out loud as not to hurt her nanny's feelings.

In the end, she just let her be.

"Young mistress was so excited that she gets to go out of the house, but something like this happened…"

Amerie gave her a small smile but didn't say anything to avoid any misunderstanding.

Still, the nanny took her silence as her being shocked at this sudden occurrence and wept even more.

"Our young mistress… The Voulir has no shame! To think of even doing that kind of thing!"

Amerie couldn't help but sigh at her nanny's words as she continues to pity Amerie but at the same time, bad mouth the Voulir.

If anyone were to hear her nanny's words, they might feel sorry for her too.

She doesn't need pity nor any sympathy, but it is still a good way to make the people come to her side temporarily.

She can pretend that all of it was just the same, just to gain power.

Amerie walked to her nanny and took her hands, gently holding her hands as she gave her a small smile.

"I'm okay. At least, I am safe from their scheme."

The nanny nodded softly, "Yes. I'm glad that the young mistress is safe."

A soft cough interrupted Amerie and her nanny as they turn to the source of the cough.

It was by the slightly ajar door as multiple maids and staff peeked inside, looking at Amerie with a similar expression like her nanny.

"W-We are also glad that the young mistress is safe!" They spoke in unison.

Amerie gave them a light laugh before beckoning them to come in, which they did.

She can't help but feel because of the number of people worrying for her, it was as if she is the most pitiful person in the world.

Like she thought earlier, she doesn't need pity.

She has no use for such emotion in herself and she felt as if the emotions she had in the past were nothing but bothersome now.

However, when people look at her in that way and see her as a pitiful woman, they will lower their guard and regard her as fragile.

She could definitely use that to her advantage.

"I'm truly happy that everyone is worried about me. I feel loved." Amerie said emotionally, sadness and joy lacing her voice.

"But, young mistress, how did you know about the accident being plotted? Where did you hear the maid?"

A series of gasps and disbelief echoed inside the room as a female voice erupted, asking Amerie questions that sound like she was being skeptical of her statements from the dining room.

Amerie kept calm, her eyes shining confidently as she glazed over the maids to see the face of the person who spoke such things.

She couldn't see who it was so she decided to ask.

"Before I answer that, who spoke? Come forward so I can see you."

A young maid stepped forward, coming into Amerie's vision.

As soon as she did, Amerie's eyes shine in recognition of the person who dared to speak in such a way towards her, the sole daughter of the renowned Margrave.

She felt nostalgic upon seeing this maid again in this life but at the same time, she was rather amused.

The young maid has a serious expression on her face, matching her slanted purple eyes, a mole under her right eye as freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose.

She had her hair in a very tight ponytail that made her appear fiercer than she already is.

"It was I, young mistress."

Some maids that are present whispered to each other while glaring at her, for daring to question the young mistress.

"What are you saying?! That the young mistress made up all of that?!"

"How dare you…!"

"I didn't say anything wrong, nor did I accuse the young mistress of lying." The maid said, her voice being steady but Amerie knew better.

She never thought that this maid is foolish enough to show herself, especially when Amerie doesn't even know who the spy is.

'I gave the Voulir too much credit.' Amerie thought as she looked at the maid.

The maid met Amerie's gaze and it felt like she made a mistake opening her mouth.

The way her eyes looked at her as if peering into her soul, knowing her secrets and reading her darkest fears.

It was a gaze that sends shivers down anyone's spine, and upon looking closely, it seemed that her gaze was full of mystery.

The maid knew she shouldn't have talked.

"I heard the maid talk to someone through a pocket mirror, and from the way she spoke it seems that she knew my schedule."

Amerie deliberately told her something that she knew of this accident from her past life.

She made Lilia tell her the details about this and heard of such actions from her, especially the pocket mirror.

It is a device that nobles mostly used to communicate with their staff, people who are working directly under them, and found the logs of calls that trace back to the Voulir.

``Who will plan something like this to a Margrave's daughter and leave their traces behind?! They are so stupid!``

That is what Lilia commented on in her past life.

Amerie couldn't agree more.

"I-If so, w-what is the proof for your words?"

Amerie smiled sweetly at the maid's words as her lips opened, her eyes turned into crescent moons as the sound of something heavy rang in the distance.

Amerie knew it was the carriage.

"Then, shall we go and find out?"

* * *

"THE carriage came back!"

Everyone in the Lovette House gathered at the front door and saw how tattered the carriage was, along with a cart full of assassins that were defeated by the Lovette knights.

Everyone whispered among themselves and was in shock, slowly believing Amerie's words from earlier upon seeing the carriage's condition.

"What the young mistress said was true! They did plan to assassinate her!"

"How despicable! Such awful actions…!"

"The Voulir should pay!"

The once beautiful carriage is now in tatters, the door is unhinged whilst the cushions inside are slashed, the windows are broken and shattered as the walls are slashed evidently.

The Margrave was the last to see the carriage and by seeing it, he was enraged.

He barely managed to hold his anger in upon seeing it, thinking that if he didn't trust Amerie's words then her daughter will be in danger.

He will not forgive himself if that happened.

A knight went to the cart, where the assassins are located, as he took one of them from the cart and threw him in front of where the Margrave stood.

"Wake up!" The same knight ordered, kicking the assassin on his stomach.

A groan escapes his mouth as the pain intensifies.

"Son of a…"

The assassin looked up; irritation plastered on his face as he surveyed the area.

The irritation he felt disappeared immediately as he paled, seeing the Margrave looking down on him with a grim look.

"T-The Margrave!" He spoke out fearfully, his voice shaking.

The Margrave was then handed a sword, which he didn't even hesitate to point at the person.

"Who ordered you to attack the carriage?"

The assassin bit his lips as he stared at the ground, avoiding the Margrave's gaze.

The contract that they are signed to clearly states that they shouldn't reveal their client's identity and position, especially if they are caught.

They should take that information to the grave and die along with it.

At first, he didn't think too much of it since he knew the target.

He even thought that the client is foolish to even think about assassinating the daughter of the once-famous general, the retired war hero of the kingdom.

But then again, he was even more foolish to accept this mission.

"Do you value your life?"

The assassin was brought back to reality when he heard the Margrave speak, a certain killing intent aura surrounding him which made him cower.

With the Margrave's question, the assassin nodded.

"Then, I won't ask again."

The assassin caught a glimpse of the sword and it reflected his reflection, he was beaten up, bruised, scarred, and pale.

Seeing it longer made him question his loyalty.

'If I die here... My life will be nothing but an ant being crushed.' He thought as he remembered his client.

Hell, they wouldn't concern themselves with something insignificant like him, so why should he risk his life for them?

'If I'm going to die, I'll take them with me!'

The assassin made up his mind, laughing crazily as he lifted his head and shouted on top of his lungs.

"THE VOULIR! THEY WANTED HER DEAD SO THAT THEY CAN BRING THEIR DAUGHTER IN AS THE NEW HEIRESS!"

This revelation made the Margrave clutch his sword in anger, the maids and staff who heard this gasp in pure shock and disbelief.

The assassin laughed once again and before he could speak again, his vision seems like he was falling on the ground, feeling his blood as it rises from his throat.

In his final state, he managed to cough out blood as his eyes landed on that one familiar-looking girl.

He knew her from when he received this order, and as the light from his eyes slowly dimmed and vanished, he smiled at her.

His head met the Margrave's blade.

The girl he last stared at felt a chill run down her spine, her hand shaking from fear as the image of the assassin will surely haunt her for the rest of her life.

Amerie, who was watching it all happen from the door, glanced at the girl.

A small smile appears on her lips as she slowly walked towards her, standing beside her as she spoke in a low voice that only the girl could hear.

"I wonder what will happen to the maid who took part in this assassination."

She shrugged after, acting nonchalant about the death she had witnessed.

She didn't feel any remorse or guilt when she saw how her father swung his sword at the assassin.

After all, if it wasn't the assassin, it may be her in that position.

Just like in the past.

"Well, I guess she will experience the same fate."

This made the girl's knees tremble as she fell to the floor, scared for her life.