The Queen of Death Return
Mistress and Maid

Her night. Rose can't rest because she's nervous to do the job tomorrow. He was not afraid of the punishment of Queen Daisy, but Rose, who was determined to be close to the woman, was afraid that she would accept rejection from him.

Rose was in the garden behind the palace which was not too big, but many beautiful flowers sparkled in the moonlight.

Some other maids are also still awake, in a night like this must be their abilities are needed, this is the reason all maids can fight.

That was how Rose thought to shift her anxiety over tomorrow.

Rose looked at the moon, her mind was cool again. On the other hand, he thought of one thing. Despite having a decent life, Rose still felt she didn't deserve any of this, despite being a murderer, Rose still had a conscious conscience about her actions.

Why am I still doubtful?! It's my decision, Demia Rubia!

Rose was about to return to her room, however, before she stepped out, someone was already there. A long-haired maid wearing glasses.

The maid smiled at him, and said, "Sorry to interrupt your time."

Rose stared at the maid.

Since when was he there? I didn't realize his existence at all. This must be because my senses were starting to dull, the effect of the change in time was still having an impact on my body.

"No need to strain, we're coworkers." The maid lowered his head elegantly, and introduced himself. "My name is Rista, one of the Great Lady's bodyguards."

Rose lowered her guard on the woman. If he had intended to attack her, Rose should have been dead earlier. Moreover, this royal palace, it is impossible to stain this palace with blood. However, Rose seemed to still be preparing with one plan in case something happened.

"It's nice to meet you, Rista. My name is Rose V-Rose."

Rose had almost forgotten something important. The workers in the palace had to throw away their surnames, now all that was left was a first name.

Rose's expression looked amazed with Rista's face, the woman looked beautiful. He did not show that expression blatantly.

Rista walked towards the park and said, "Can't ...?" While looking at Rose.

Rose walks with Rista around the park.

The air felt extremely cold, both of them covered their shoulders with the cloth Rista was carrying. No one has opened the conversation yet, the atmosphere looks awkward for Rose, not for Rista. The woman walked while looking at the flowers in the garden.

"Did you see that flower, Rose?" ask Rista.

Rose nodded.

A beautiful white flower whose shape curves downward like a trumpet, but the white petals at the end are very charming, and look radiant.

The fragrance of the flower was very fragrant, thus making Rose's mind calm.

"The flower's name is Queen of the Night" explained Rista.

"Queen of the Night?"

"The flower only blooms at night, actually it is not just the flower that blooms at night. One of the reasons why flowers that bloom at night are more aromatic is because they need to attract nocturnal pollinators that must find them in the dark. But, Queen of the Night is different."

"Different?"

"It is most fragrant among others and also receives blessings from moonlight, so anyone would like to have it to raise their Mana density level."

Rose had only heard such a story for the first time.

Maybe just my guess, did they make use of the moonlight that was absorbed in the flower petals?

"Your guess is right, Rose." Rista spoke as if knowing Rose's thoughts. "Actually, this is the only method of my family, some outsiders may already know, but still they won't be easy to find."

Rose again put her attention on the white flower. The number of flowers is indeed small, even they live far from each other.

"However, that beauty only happens at night and dies a few days later. People won't care about it during the day, because it'll only look like a withered flower." Rista's expression looked sad.

"...." - ".Rose was about to calm Rista down, but she stopped her intentions.

"The flower is just like Him" continued Rista. "He looks charming, broad-minded, does not even show his shortcomings at all. Behind the cold face he showed me, I somehow felt like he looked lonely."

Rose approached Rista. Looking at their faces nearby, Rista looked embarrassed while raising her glasses.

"Rista, please tell me all about the Big Lady!" exclaim Rose.

Seeing Rose's earnest expression, Rista had no other choice.

"All right."

"Lonely, huh?" It was the only word that came out of his mouth before disappearing from that place.

Until the next day. On that morning, Rose walked elegantly in the hallway of the palace, towards the room of the person she was going to serve. Rose's attitude was excellent, even the maid who saw her looked charmed, moreover Rose's appearance looked like a woman who was experienced in the sense of building a family and taking care of children. Because the maids in the palace were all never married.

While maintaining her elegant demeanor, Rose was unthinkable by her conversation with Rista last night.

"Rista, who exactly is the Big Lady? Although I didn't see them together, but I'm sure Queen Daisy must have paid her respects, because the Young Misses look like they're on a par with her."

Rista smiled slightly. "Not only respect, we all even prostrate before Him without exception."

Hearing that answer, Rose began to gain enlightenment.

"He is the most perfect in the world!" Rista looks nothing like usual. "However, we maids don't know the real identity of the Big Lady."

"Oh, yeah." Rose looked a little disappointed hearing that.

"But people know Him as ...."

Back to the present. Rose almost got to the front of the room, she was a little tense, but it was invisible to her appearance. He tried his best to cover it up.

Now, he had arrived right in front of the room door.

Here it is, the room of the man I will serve ... Alisa Hart.

*Tok Tok Tok Tok

Rose knocked on the door.

"Mrs, are you awake?" ask Rose from behind the door.

Shortly after, Rose heard an answer from within telling her to enter. The limp sound of a woman from inside the door, hearing her voice, Rose gave a slight goosebump for being too soft.

Rose slowly pushed the door. The sunlight blinded his eyes, it turned out that the window in the room was already open.

Soon, Rose's eyes fell on a woman sitting on the bed looking out the window.

The golden-yellow hair that looked messy, Rose thought the woman was as if she had woken up from a long sleep. His body looks weak, even looks fragile so it can be blown away by the wind.

Shortly after, the woman turned to him. Rose immediately gasped when she saw the woman's sparkling red eyes. He did not show his expression directly, but his heart was completely touched by the look of the Madam.

So he ... Alisa Hart?

Rose slightly lowered her head to give her regards. "My Name is Rose. Thank you, for allowing me to work in this glorious place."

The woman simply nodded as she stared at Rose nonstop. Rose was slightly depressed with just the woman's gaze.

Alisa Hart.

Rose continued to speak the woman's name in her heart. The opium wants to keep saying its name.

Then, Rose combed the woman's hair carefully.

Soft, smooth, and fragrant. Rose really liked the woman's hair. He continued to praise the Madam he was serving, until he received attention from her.

Rose could feel the woman's shoulder go limp. Every now and then Rose touched it, it did feel a little soft from exhaustion.

"You must be very tired. Taking care of the royal issue, as well as acting as the parents of extraordinary princesses," said Rose.

"Because I am their mother, as well as the Prime Minister of this kingdom. I should be able to do both roles well."

Hearing her reply, Rose felt a little sorry for him. Not without reason.

You can't stay strong forever!

That's what Rose thinks of her. That does not include reprimands, it is precisely the concern that Rose shows. Moreover, he felt that they were similar.

"Loving children is not enough, the most important thing is that children realize that they are loved by their parents" Rose said.

Alissa Hart, I'm definitely not gonna let you down.

The beginning of the unique relationship between the Madam and the servant began.

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