Chapter 87 The Accidental Maid (3)

Velcy's POV"Hm, Virelle, what are you doing here in Ethan's room so early in the morning?"

The woman, who had been resting her head on the bed with her back on the chair was startled at someone's voice so close to her back. She bolted upright and turned to face us.

I fought to keep my outer expression neutral, but inwardly I was totally stunned. She was beautiful very stunning so.

Her almond-shaped red eyes held a mixture of drowsiness and alarm and her proud breasts pressed tightly against her red gown. Seeing her I looked down at my chest and a weird but unclear feeling burned inside me.

She looked lost for a moment but as she recognized the dragoness, the tension in her posture eased. She bowed her head and greeted us.

"Good morning, my lord. I came to check on little brother Ethan to see if he had woken or needed anything."

"Or did you stay here all night?" the dragoness asked, her voice layered with meaning.

A flash of panic crossed Virelle's face. She opened her mouth to respond but the dragoness cut her off.

"There's no need to lie to me," she said coolly. "I can sense your traces in this room. They wouldn't linger like this if you had only come here this morning." Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The dragoness's expression was inscrutable and her face was a mask of indifference that gave no hint of her true thoughts.

I glanced between the two women, my gaze flitting from the dragoness's unreadable features to Virelle's embarrassed, slightly fearful expression. Despite the dragoness's piercing words, the lady named Virelle stood firm though her voice trembled slightly as she replied.

"I'm sorry, my lord," she said, lowering her head respectfully.

"I stayed because I wanted to ensure little Brother Ethan was safe through the night. No one else was here in the castle near his room, and I felt it was my responsibility to be present in case anything unexpected happened."

Though her voice wavered, her eyes gleamed with resolve that silently pleaded for understanding. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

The dragoness's expression softened slightly as she considered Virelle's words. After a moment, she nodded. The tense atmosphere in the room dissipated as soon as it had appeared and I felt myself relax.

With the immediate drama resolved, my attention shifted to the bed shrouded in velvet curtains. My curiosity burned brighter than ever, though the figure within remained hidden from view.

"How is he? Did he show any signs of waking during the night or did any abnormal phenomena occur in the night?" the dragoness asked the young busty woman seriously, her voice calm yet commanding.

"No, my lord," Virelle replied in a dispirited tone. "Brother Ethan didn't show any movement throughout the night nor did I encounter anything unusual."

The dragoness fell silent and her expression was unreadable as she stepped toward the bed. She raised a hand with a graceful yet deliberate movement and the heavy red curtains parted as if an invisible hand had done the task.

I knew and could guess better, though that this was her power at work.

A figure lay before us, dressed impeccably in dark clothes adorned with intricate silver motifs along the collar and cuffs. His eyes were closed, and his face bore an expression of profound serenity as if he was declaring to the world that he had attained an unshakable inner peace.

His vivid red lips were softly closed and a tranquil aura radiated from him that enveloped the room like a calming mist.

Is there really something wrong with him? I wondered. He seems perfectly fine to me. But despite his peaceful demeanor, there was one detail I couldn't ignore that he was breathtakingly beautiful.

I struggled to find better words to describe him as I stared. I had to admit that I was a bit captivated by his otherworldly presence as I had not seen anything and anyone like him in all my life.

He looked young around eighteen or nineteen but what struck me most was the lingering question of how someone so seemingly delicate and small in age could have defeated the head of the Blackwell family who had always been a figure who symbolized terror and menace to every one of the girls in the dungeon.

The dragoness lowered herself to sit beside him on the side of the bed. She placed her hand gently on his forehead and shut her eyes as if focusing deeply on something.

Her fingers moved in a slow and soothing motion and a soft golden glow emanated from her palm that illuminated the whole room in a gentle warm light.

Suddenly, a brilliant, seven-colored flash erupted from the boy's head that forcefully repelled the golden glow. The explosion of light filled the room with an unreal brilliance, leaving me stunned.

My mind raced with numerous questions. What was that and what is that dragoness doing to him?

For a fleeting moment, a tense expression crossed the dragoness's face but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared to be replaced by her usual stoic calm.

She withdrew her hand and opened her eyes but her thoughts were unreadable.

Just then, I became aware of a looming presence beside me. Turning, I found myself face-to-face or rather face-to-chest with the woman named Virelle.

Two massive "melons," as I could only describe them, were nearly touching my face. Bewildered, I quickly stepped to the side and an unreal amazement filled my mind.

Virelle had leaned in closer to observe Ethan and her intense focus was evident in her posture. My sudden movement seemed to have startled her and her sharp eagle-like gaze shifted from the young man named Ethan to me.

From her expression I could tell that this was the first time she was actually looking at me and had subconsciously ignored my existence up till now.

She blinked, and her expression softened with curiosity. To my dismay, I could glean a bit of sympathy from her expression.