Kill the Queen 31

Chapter 31 - 3. Saxony's Great Leader (1)

When I opened my eyes, the phonograph was turned off.


I don't know how many pavannes were played overnight. Probably hundreds of times more. Underground, the sunlight did not come in, but the time already pointed to six or seven o'clock. It was time to watch the sunset, let alone the sunrise.


"Um......."


It was hot inside the room. It seemed that the heat of the love affair they had shared before going to bed was still lingering. After all, the relationship I had last night was so intense that I will never have it again in my life. Every corner of the body, because it was more difficult to find the parts that were not coveted.


All I can remember was firing fifteen rounds. Later, I lost my reason and it wasn't even a fuss.


"Elizabeth, are you there?"


Elisabeth, who curled up and stretched out on her bed, was unresponsive. She seemed to be having a hard time sleeping. She could tell by listening to her even breathing. Apparently, her past affair was difficult even for a strong warrior like her.


I carefully stood up from the floor. I straightened out the crooked bed sheet and picked up the blanket thrown on the floor. It may be hot right now, but once the heat cools down, it will be a bit cool for people sleeping naked.


Elisabeth, who had fallen asleep, lightly covered her with a blanket from her shoulders to her toes so that she would not wake up. In the meantime, the glimpse of her naked body once again aroused her lust, but she endured it.


It's pretty funny to say something about a bodyguard, but I'm not going to hurt this woman.


I will not be afraid of how I can protect it. I will just draw a line, remembering her every moment with this woman. I will pray that you will not dare to approach me without knowing the subject, and that you will be happy from a distance.


In order to do that, we must secure the freedom of the official residence until Beatrix returns home.


Feininger and his intelligence agents must get the family back.


I put on a loose gown and grabbed the doorknob. It smelled a bit from the stuff she used to wipe Elizabeth's messy face, but it was better than walking down the aisle naked. It's time for everyone to be busy anyway, so even if you run into them, you'll just have to bow.


After a while, I closed the door and came out.


The basement was not a place for employees to come and go without business until after work. Naturally, it was quiet at this time, and I could not face anyone until I passed the hallway and reached the stairs. Not only that, but even up the stairs to my room.


If you knew it would be like this, would you have taken it off?


Nope, but it's not like that though. I raised my eyebrows and went inside. As soon as I closed the door, I took off my gown and headed to the bathroom. It was because I thought that if I soaked my body in hot water for a few minutes, it would hurt less than now.


Because it was a body that had to be washed anyway.


"...... Kyaaak!"


"Ouch, what!"


As I entered the bathroom and turned on the hot water, I bumped into someone next to me. Startled, I backed up and looked up to see Helga, stilted in the spot where she had placed her clothes basket.


"Hello?"


"I'm sorry! I'll be leaving soon!"


Come to think of it, I didn't even leave it open, but the bathroom door was wide open. Does this mean she's been in here since the beginning?


...... Could it be this woman?


"Wait, stop right there!"


"Yes, four!"


It's ridiculous, but that's not important right now. I have to figure out why she was in charge of her kitchen and was rummaging through my bathroom. Perhaps Feininger's snitch was Helga, but she couldn't deal with such a serious matter just by guessing.


"What are you doing in my room?"


"Ah, His Excellency told me to clean the public bathroom......."


But is this girl playing with me now? Why did Beatrix, who was busy idling wires all day long, suddenly order me to clean my bathroom? Above all, it is not the chef who has to do it, even if he has really given such an order.


"Okay? Shall we call Beatrix and check?"


"I, Jungwoo-gong......."


"Helga, I understand how you feel about lying to get out of trouble. But we have to distinguish between time and place. Even more so, you know what happens on the day you sell Beatrix's name and end up in her ears."


It is not uncommon in Bernhardt for employees to steal valuables from their employers and take back money. Since the employees of the official residence are strictly selected, there has been no such thing yet, but if Helga came into my room with the intention of earning pocket money, she would just give me attention and finish it.


The problem is when she was an infiltrator of that damned disquieting organization.


"Please explain again so I can understand. I'll listen and forgive you for any reason. As Helga knows, I'm not threatening her life because she's not like Beatrix, for doing her wrong."


"Aren't you going to be angry?"


"Unless you committed some kind of murder. I'll listen to you kindly, so tell me about it, whether it's cheating or stealing."


"To find underwear......."


What bullshit is this


"Mine?"


"No, my lingerie! And can you please put something on me?"


Helga shyly turned her head away. Come to think of it, she was naked. She was so careless that she lost face. Fortunately, it was a bathroom, so I was able to wrap myself in a towel hanging on the wall, so I asked what was going on.


"Tell me in more detail."


"Did you cover that?"


"The designation is very unpleasant, but it is covered, so please continue talking."


Finally, Helga glanced at my body and continued her words. She honestly wasn't in a good mood. When she thinks about it, she's in my room, so I don't know why she has to be so embarrassed. She had no interest in showing off her naked body even to her potential concubine, so she wore a towel.


"I was wondering if you took the lingerie that I left in the drawer of my room."


"Helga's lingerie?"


"The only person I can think of is the ball."


"So you were rummaging through the bathroom clothes basket?"


"I was wondering if you didn't throw it somewhere like this after writing it."


I let out a deep sigh. It's because it's a pretty well-organized excuse, unlike the first one. It was something I realized after telling many lies to Beatrix, but usually speaking out in such a short amount of time is bound to reveal a contradiction unless it was thought out in advance.


"What do you write?"


"You know."


"No......."


So, there was a high probability that Helga had indeed broken into my room to find my underwear. She wouldn't want to increase the chances of being suspicious because of just one underwear, so there was almost no possibility that she was an intruder.


"Anyway, I didn't steal it. Isn't it more common sense to suspect other employees first? If I was going to steal underwear like that, I'd rather have it when Helga seduced me."


Helga was reluctant, but reluctantly agreed.


“You mean the ball wasn’t really stolen?”


"If you're so suspicious, try looking around."


"No, not so much......."


"Why do you suddenly turn away when you've been secretly rummaging through your employer's room?"


The bathtub was overflowing because of the hot water that had been turned on before I knew it. I shut off the water supply and spoke to Helga again. She calmly told her that she had no intention of punishing her as she shook her hand, as if she realized what she had done.


"Helga, you know the personality of Beatrix. It's a pity that she's not at the official residence right now. I know I did it because I was suspicious, but next time you don't have to worry about where and when, so ask first."


"Sorry......."


Helga wept and hung her head. Unable to hold back her bewilderment, I was startled by her and comforted her. Was the lingerie that precious? She is a woman who is usually expressive of emotions, but she has an adult personality, so I didn't expect this to happen.


"Are you crying?"


"Yes? That, I will! Aww embarrassing! Why are you doing this?"


At the same time, I wanted to issue a celebratory order and soak in the bathtub. However, there is such a thing as human recognition, how can you be so cold-hearted even after seeing such a collapsed image?


"Ugh, if you have something to say, say it."


I hugged Helga and patted her on the back. Sleeping like this with only a towel tied around her waist was embarrassing to her, but it seemed good to her as she whimpered and started to cry.


"Huh, huh, huh...... !"


The completely defenseless woman cried for a while in my arms.




* * *




After twists and turns, I was able to soak in a bathtub full of warm water.


"That lingerie was my favorite."


After stopping her crying, Helga promised not to look the way I was before she left in the bathroom. She was nominally going to attend her bath, but in reality she was complaining. It was a method I suggested, thinking that it would be a big deal if I didn't accept her resentment even in this form.


"I bought it with my pocket money to use when I seduce the ball."


"Do you mean pocket money?"


Taking a chair from her room and sitting with her back to me, Helga nodded her head and opened her mouth.


"Three hundred marks a month."


The remuneration given to the employees of the official residence is very generous. Well, I haven't traveled all over the country, so I can't dare say that I'm the best in Bernhard, but it's absolutely not common to find a job with a basic salary of 10,000 marks.


Moreover, if you are a chef like Helga, or have a high position or skill, you will receive 5,000 marks more. It was the amount Beatrix had revealed when I asked if they were properly compensated for their hard work someday.


"Only 300 marks? How much is that lingerie?"


"1500 marks."


If I follow the exchange rate I arbitrarily calculated, Helga's pocket money is about 700 won per mark, which is 210,000 won a month, and the price of lingerie is 5 times that, about 1,050,000 won.


What kind of guy's underwear is so expensive?


"Isn't there an extra zero at the end?"


"It is a luxury! It is a product of the famous Rosencrantz Dressing Room."


"Isn't it strange, though? Don't you get 10,000 marks every month? Even if the amount is a bit high to say that, it won't be impossible to live again."


Helga was silent for a moment. In the meantime, I splashed water on my hair and squeezed out the shampoo.


"I only spend 300 marks a month."


"So why?"


"I send money to the house."


"Then what about 9,700 marks?"


No more words Meanwhile, out of the bathtub, I lathered my hair and soaped my body.


"I'm sorry. No matter how good it is, I don't want to talk about it that far. All I was trying to say was that the lingerie was a really hard-earned thing. These are the underwear I bought with the money I saved without spending a dime for five months."


I don't know what the story is, but it's an underwear I bought without spending a penny for five months while living with only 300 marks.


...... I just cried


I guess the country did too. I don't know what kind of bastard stole it, but if he knew the circumstances, it would be very evil.


"Can you guess where?"


"I thought it would be a ball, but you said no......."


"Mmm."


How can I solve this little commotion wisely? I grabbed the shower head and rinsed every nook and cranny of my body, then turned off the water and picked up a towel.


"Can I get that lingerie back for money?"


"No, the Rosenkrantz dressing room doesn't produce additional products, even if they are ready-made items that sell well in Amman."


"I don't know if it's used, but it sounds like it's hard to find a new one."


I roughly wiped off the water and wrapped my lower body with a towel as before. After encouraging her by putting her hand on the depressed Helga's shoulder, he told her to comfort her.


"Let's just get over the sneaking into my room. If Beatrix found out, it would be a big deal. If you think you'll be caught, just say no. It's okay to sell my name, so it's okay. I'll tell you what to say."


"Jeongwoo Gong......."


"If you tell me what that lingerie looks like, I'll look for it. So don't cry like that and smile a little. Helga's cheerfulness is her charm."


"Thanks......."


"If you're grateful, ask for something delicious. I'd like to have a beer with grilled skewers."


"Come to think of it, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"


"Yes."


"I'll prepare it right away!"


Helga rose from her chair and regained her bright smile.


"Put on your clothes and come down slowly. Coincidentally, I have some meat that I prepared yesterday, so I'll cook it and serve it!"


She wouldn't give her life for me just to get her underwear back. I don't want that either. However, if she sympathizes with her sorrow and helps to solve the problem, she will one day sympathize with my sorrow and contribute to solving my problem.


Because that's a bond.