Betrayed by My Fiancé, I Changed My Role from a Viscount’s Daughter to a Lady-in-Waiting to the Quee

Chapter 40.1

Secretary's Point Of View

Translated by KaiesV
Edited by KaiesV

The position of secretary in conducting a hearing is essentially an entity that is only required to be present to record the hearing. They are to listen attentively and write down a record of the facts; they are not to participate in the interrogation.

During the interrogation, some of the criminals may get upset and start to storm out, but no matter how much resistance they put up in front of the knight, it is a futile attempt to get out of the way. It is always the guilty party who is immediately detained and disadvantaged.

This time, however, it was the knight, not the sinner, who started the rampage.

Thinking about it, the situation at this hearing was strange from the beginning. If it was only the fact that I didn’t follow the necessary procedures to be present, it would’ve been enough, but when I entered the hearing room, the woman who would’ve been called as a witness bowed her head and apologized to me. And most surprising of all was the sloppiness of the hearing. Ranting and raving, not even evidence. This was neither a hearing nor an interrogation. It was just intimidation.

I was so upset to see him being admonished by the woman who had been called as a witness, because I had honestly been upset by the attitude of the knights, but I had never thought that a knight would raise his hand just because he had been pointed out as a target. I was embarrassed to see the woman slammed against the wall by a man’s power, much less a knight’s, and I couldn’t move my body. I huffed at the little sound that brushed off Sir Colden, a slap and reached out to her without a second thought.

The hand that was gently placed in the palm of my outstretched hand was so small and slender that I found myself terribly shocked by it.

I knew her. She was famous in both good and bad ways, so there would be no one in the royal court who didn’t know her. During the interrogation, she wasn’t distraught or intimidated, and was so confident that I was impressed that she was as daring and talented as her reputation had said she would be.

However, the shiver and coldness of her hands and the slenderness of her body when I received her wobbling body made me realize that she had a fragile appearance that was much more unreliable than I thought. She took a resolute stance so naturally that I realized for the first time that I had been drinking in the atmosphere until now.

I felt as if something had fallen into my heart.

I heard a faint sound after the door was closed and a scream that was not her voice, and my body moved so quickly that I stuttered to myself. I was more of a civilian than a knight, like Sir Colden, and I was able to pick her up from her fallen body.

She had a white, bloodless face, with bright red blood pouring from her forehead. And the lady, who would have screamed, is sitting there shivering.

I hurriedly held her forehead with a handkerchief to stop the bleeding easily, and called her name, but no response came back. She seemed completely unconscious.

When her fiancé, Sir Colden, reached for her unconscious hand, it was an act of unconsciousness that she brushed it off. She just wouldn’t want to be touched by this man, even though that’s what she thought.

It was natural for me to ask Sir Colden, with a look that said, “Why?” to bring a doctor and to take care of the seated young lady, but he did not. He told me that he, his fiancée, would take care of her and that I should give her to him.

I felt dizzy, wondering what kind of person would say such a thing. I was giddy, and at the same time, I was inexplicably angry.

The only thing I knew about what had happened between them was what had just happened in the hearing. But that alone makes what Sir Colden has done to her an abhorrent act for a man. It is unforgivable under any circumstances.

I was aware that my comments were beyond the scope of my duties as secretary. I don’t know more about them than rumors, I thought to myself.

But I had to say it.

I am not their acquaintance or colleague. I am really just a third party.

——————Do you think you are qualified to call yourself her fiancé?! Shame on you!!

I had said this without noticing that onlookers who had heard a lady’s scream had gathered before I knew it.