Note:I plan to release one chapter every two days up to Chapter 60, since the chapters up to that point are short; after that, the schedule will revert to one chapter every three days.
Merope walked down the hallway toward the main guest room of the residence, her steps still light even though curiosity began replacing the cheerfulness that had just filled the sewing room.
Elsa and Felt followed her a few steps behind, neither of them intending to miss anyone who came looking for the girl so suddenly like this.
In the guest room, a blue-haired maid was already waiting, and as soon as Merope entered the room, she immediately bowed her head politely.
“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Merope-sama.”
“You are…?” Merope asked, tilting her head.
“My name is Rem, a maid of Roswaal L. Mathers, and at the same time part of Emilia’s camp.”
“Oh! From Emilia!” Merope exclaimed instantly, joyful, as if her earlier worries instantly vanished just upon hearing that name mentioned.
“Why did you come here?” Elsa asked, her voice calm yet sharp, her eyes assessing Rem from head to toe with the vigilance of someone used to suspecting every unexpected visit.
“We wish to offer an alliance to Merope-sama,” Rem replied, remaining calm even though Elsa’s gaze was enough to make most people nervous, “specifically, the subjugation of the White Whale, which will also be attended by Crusch’s camp and Anastasia’s camp.” This chapter is updated first at NovelPing.
“Oh! Want to form an alliance? Can—” Merope, full of enthusiasm, almost immediately agreed before her sentence was cut short by Felt’s panicked exclamation.
“The White Whale subjugation?!” Felt almost jumped from where she stood, her face turning pale instantly.
Elsa stepped forward half a pace, her voice remaining controlled even though the tone beneath it clearly held sharp suspicion.
“You want to offer an alliance to Merope’s camp—and what is the benefit for us? And besides, asking Merope’s camp to join in that White Whale subjugation, starting practically from zero in troops, is basically suicide for us.”
Merope turned around, confusedly looking at the two reactions so different from her own.
“Eh? Felt, what actually is this White Whale? Why does Elsa who loves to smile look so different right away?”
“This is only to my knowledge,” Felt replied, still half-tensed, “but the White Whale is a demonic beast that has terrorized the world for 400 years. There have been countless victims.” This story is hosted at novelping . com.
Merope fell silent, her expression slowly turning serious upon hearing the number “400 years”—for some reason it felt close to her, even though she herself didn’t fully understand the reason.
“We know this sounds suspicious,” Rem continued, remaining calm even as the atmosphere in the room grew more tense, “but this will be beneficial for Merope-sama’s camp, which still lacks influence and networks. Furthermore, we will also provide you with other advantages.” She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully.
“Emilia-sama has a contract with a great spirit named Puck—a spirit that has lived for hundreds of years, even since the Witch Hunt era 400 years ago. If Merope-sama takes part in this subjugation and an alliance is formed, we are willing to arrange a meeting between you and Puck. Perhaps he knows something about your lost past.”
Those words landed precisely on target, touching something much deeper than just an ordinary political offer.
Merope’s eyes widened, her breath catching for a moment—an opportunity to know something, anything, about her past which had so far been nothing more than an empty fog.
“Is that so,” Elsa muttered, the corners of her lips curving slightly, “that is indeed enticing.”
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