"Deutsch? Ah... Pardon..."
With a deep breath, I saw the gears in her mind visibly turn as she translated her sentence in her head. Truth be told, such an adorable look didn't sit well with her mature beauty. I mean, she was practically pushing against Lise in terms of the figure department.
"What I meant... was that I am a trained maid... with limited skills as a Feuille."
I nodded in understanding at the first part. At least- wait... "Did you just say that you're a trained maid?"
Descartes nodded with a grace of a professional. "Oui. I have come from a long line that has served the Famille Royale for générations."
H-Huh?! Did I seriously hear what she just said?! She's served her royal family for generations?! What the hell was she doing this deep in Imperial territory then?!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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