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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴...

𝘏𝘮𝘮𝘮... 𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬?!

Teresa opened and closed her eyes and even refrained from saying a word. But she felt as if pitch darkness was enveloping her, she couldn't see anything, even the slightest candlelight seemed like a myth.

Similarly, all sorts of possibilities went through her head, like she had lost her sense of sight and become blind.

However that notion quickly passed when she thought of her house possibly having a power outage. After all, it was a fact that she hadn't paid the bill a few days ago.

Teresa remembered it, and nodded as if it made sense.

Afterwards, Teresa exhaled while trying to remember where her mobile phone was before indulging in a lie-down.

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳! 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥. Teresa tried to fumble around calmly, so calmly as to think this situation was not real.

But as Teresa was groping back and forth, she began to feel a strange touch with her hands, and the feeling was like she was touching a wall beyond the endless pitch darkness.

𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? Teresa still touched the wall with her hand and never moved from there, she also occasionally groped again while contemplating something.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥-𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴? The walls that Teresa touched were not the smooth textured walls of a painted wall, but more like fine wood, very expensive fine wood.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯? Teresa tried to tap into her deepest memories.

Then a scene popped into her head: the office lady looked exhausted from working all day, and fell on the bed later. It was like a daily routine, and she didn't feel anything strange.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?!

When this thought crossed her head, Teresa slowly started to feel panicky, she also touched in various directions, and that included the top-which she thought was the ceiling.

Teresa tried to push it with all her might, but did not feel any change.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. The moment that thought came to her mind, Teresa widened her eyes in the darkness and cried out as if she had reached a conclusion.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱!

Is she being stalked by a crazed psychopath on her way home from work, like some movie cliché?

Teresa realised the possibility that she had been locked up was so high that she started banging on the ceiling, expecting the light from the cracks to shine through.

Then Teresa frowned and felt her heart rate suddenly increase. Her body trembled, and she also bit her lip while listening to her own gasping breaths as if she was about to die.

But Teresa didn't stop hitting the ceiling hard.

Then the top or ceiling showed a gap as if it was about to open. Teresa, who was watching, blinked her eyes repeatedly and then enlarged her view.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!

As Teresa pressed down more and more on the ceiling, which also wobbled under the weight. The ceiling showed more and more large gaps, and she began to feel the touch of cold air piercing her skin bit by bit.

When she was released from the darkness, Teresa felt a sense of fulfilment, but also felt a strange feeling, like a bird released from a cage, but there was still a cage in the cage.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴! Teresa couldn't find the sliver of light she saw within the darkness.

She tried to look around the darkness she was currently in to ascertain the situation. Then involuntarily, she frowned slightly.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬!

Teresa then let the cold breeze enter her nose, through her throat until it reached her lungs, she let them spread throughout her body. It was quite soothing.

Due to limited vision, Teresa decided to use her sense of smell. And then various scents entered her nostrils, such as the fragrant aroma of fine wood accompanied by a sweet, fresh, and delicate scent, which reminded her of the scent of roses.

Teresa was satisfied with its wealthy aroma.

But still, she felt dissatisfied at not being able to see in the dark. So Teresa dived back into memory and nodded.

She wanted to test out his social media friend theory–which felt like nonsense or a weeb's imagination.

Teresa tried to glare and focus her vision. She was like a woman trying to stare at a ghost with amusement.

𝘏𝘶𝘩... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘶𝘩.

Teresa tried it for a few seconds, and then became a little tired from glaring continuously, but it didn't work either.

Teressa closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, but to her surprise now the whole room seemed to suddenly become bright, like there was a silver moonlight filling the whole room!

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦!

Teresa thought her sense of sight was seeing an illusion. But no matter how many times she blinked and wiped, the room remained bright, as if looking at a room in daylight.

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

Teresa circled around, and the look on her face changed many times, like she was looking at an anomaly with her eyes wide open.

𝘚𝘩*𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!?

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘌𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦! 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?!

Teresa wondered, and many speculations popped into her head. Meanwhile, her feet continued to walk, circling the spacious room.

Then he suddenly stopped. Her head turned to the right side, looking at the mirror that reflected the image of a person, a beautiful girl with softly flowing blonde hair.

The beautiful girl was wearing a white dress, the silk fabric of which was mixed with a little floral decoration at the waist. And a pair of deep sea eyes, as well as a hint of whitish splashes that were like stars stretching across the sky.

𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭... Teresa then shook her head.

𝘞𝘩𝘰? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦! 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯.

Teresa raised her hand, and then touched the beautiful girl's face. Her skin was so smooth and pure white, even if she touched it many times she felt she would never get bored, it was like touching a beautiful doll that had been dressed up. Besides, the beautiful girl was like a saint who had just been summoned from heaven.

When Teresa starts going crazy over the girl's beautiful face–to the point that it made her grin like crazy. Her ears suddenly felt tingly, and the feeling was like an old-fashioned TV sound with 'max volume' right next to her ear and slowly spreading from the right side to the left side that kept repeating the same sound.

Then it exploded!

"… 𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘢."

Teresa bit her lip. Her hands pressed against her head, and she cursed the words with curses for the person who tortured her with the voices as her head continued to press and her body tossed.

𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘢 … 𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘢 … 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥!

𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴!

Teresa's body lay on the floor, screaming in pain, but her voice did not leave her mouth. While in her mind she even continued to curse, until she suddenly fell silent as another intense voice blended in and spoke out:

"𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢…"

"𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯... 𝘔𝘢..."

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?

At this moment, she just woke up. And then she thought of the voice mentioning Nella, but who is Nella? Her name is Teresa!

As Teresa wondered, the voice was no longer noisy. Instead, it softened slowly. Like a mother soothing her crying baby.

After that Teresa lifted her body, and then she massaged her temples slowly to relieve her head that was still a little sore. But it was not too significant.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...

Teresa reassured herself, still traumatised by the strange creepy voice.

Suddenly there was a knock coming from the door, Teresa blinked in surprise when she heard it. She could immediately feel her goosebumps rise, as well as her body becoming slightly trembling with fear.

But fear wouldn't solve anything, so Teresa tried to calm herself while cursing whatever might be outside that door. Teresa already had an inkling of what was happening now, but she still didn't want to believe it.

What a creepy coincidence! I'm starting to understand how Klein feels!

Then with a slight clenching of her teeth, she ventured out. Her voice was calm, as if the trembling caused by fear had never happened. But Teresa did not miss that the voice that came out of her mouth was a very unfamiliar one.

"Who?" Teresa said hesitantly.

"I came to check because I found that there were noises coming from your room, my Lady, I was very worried when I heard that. But now, I am glad to know that you are awake from your long sleep."

The woman's voice was very soft as well as soothing, but it became slightly buzzing as it was blocked by the wooden door, and was left to echo in the dark room where Teresa was.

Hearing that, Teresa couldn't help but frown. Then remembering the beautiful face that was previously displayed in the mirror and also the voice that became completely different.

𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

At this moment, Teresa looked at the open coffin and her expression changed with amusement. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯! 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱?" 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳... 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺!

After taking a breath, Teresa began to think about acting as the lady of the maid. She didn't know what kind of noblewoman she was, and she didn't even know how to behave. But for sure she had to speak with an impressive tone as well as confidence so that she would not be suspected by the maid!

"Yes, I just woke up from my long sleep." Teresa was a little nervous, but somehow she managed to keep her tone of voice from trembling.

"I'm glad to hear that. May I come in, My Lady?" the voice from behind the door still sounded meek.

"I allow it." Teresa cooled her voice, she also maintained an expressionless face.

"In either case, excuse me, my Lady." The creak of the door was then heard accompanied by the flame of a candle dancing on the maid's hand.

The maid then stood quietly, she looked to be in her mid-20s, about 170 cm tall, with long, jet-black hair that fell straight to her waist, her face was smooth and as if it had never been stained or scratched by anything.

But her skin was slightly pale, more so than an ordinary human who had never been out of the house and exposed to the sun. She smiled, but when she looked at Teresa, Teresa could see a hint of nervousness in her red eyes.

𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. Teresa thought. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦...

She was wearing a slightly complicated black and white maid's uniform with a flowing skirt, but as she walked in, she did not seem uncomfortable at all.

Her head was always erect, her footsteps were always calculated, yet at the same time her gaze never swept Teresa's eyes, it was like a person who looked a little obedient as well as afraid.

The maid then stopped right in front of Teresa. But when Teresa waited for her to speak, not a word came out of the maid's mouth. Teresa therefore felt she had made him a little nervous.

Then Teresa crossed her arms and tapped the floor rhythmically with the back of her right foot. After a few dull seconds, she then tried to break the silence.

"You don't want to talk? Is there anything to report to me?"

Hearing her words, the maid suddenly looked down at her own feet, and became slightly trembling, which only made Teresa curious.

𝘏𝘶𝘩, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘐𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴.

Ten seconds passed, for Teresa, it was a long time until a faint exhale could be heard from her mouth, then silently said:

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.

A few seconds later, her foot stopped tapping on the floor and she ventured to try commanding, she wanted to confirm whether the maid in front of her would actually obey her.

"If you don't want to say anything... Can you get me a notebook, pen, and ink?" Teresa's voice was as cold as her expression.

The 'maid's' bloodshot eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. But she quickly came to her senses and said, "Yes, my Lady! I'll get it right away."

Then the maid quickly left, her walk was still elegant but she was slightly quickened and hurried.

Seeing that, Teresa couldn't help but rail:

𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘩, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯? 𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴? 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

𝘠𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵.

Two minutes passed, and the maid returned with a notebook, pen, and ink in her hand.

She took a step closer, before finally handing the items to Teresa. "I-It's your stuff, my lady."

As Teresa took her things from the maid's hands, she suddenly thought of an idea.

Teresa thought for a second and nodded. "All right. Thank you for your hard work."

Teresa smiled, a small smile had been exposed on her beautiful face, as if an angel had descended from heaven!

After such a short pause, Teresa returned to her cold expression. "Wait here until I finish my business."

The maid who noticed the brief change, felt a shiver but also had not had time to redden her face. She could only reply to the order firmly. "Yes My Lady!"

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥... 𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦? 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.

Obviously, Teresa, who always pays attention to every little detail, would find the maid's behaviour odd. Like for example: the one who shook every time Teresa spoke, no, even before she spoke. In other words, her demeanour changes when Teresa looks at her!

Teresa then shook her head, then in her mind she said:

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

Teresa then shifted her gaze from the maid to the notebook. Either way, I need to record what I heard just now. Like for example:

"… 𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘢.

"𝘢𝘯𝘥,

"𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯... 𝘔𝘢..."

Okay. Two or three lines should be enough. Now...

The book was closed tightly. Then she placed it on the table with the ink beside it. Teresa sighed, before her sea eyes closed.