There Is No Place For Fakes - Chapter 7.2

After a while, all the Prinesse’s servants were replaced. This had happened due to an investigation requested by Countess Delesse to the Officials.  What came out was that not only were the maids neglecting their work but they were stealing the budget that was allocated to the Princess for private use. Of course, it was natural that the person who embezzled the most money was the nanny. All those involved were severely punished. Philomel heard later that the nanny had not even acknowledged her mistakes.

« Is it such a great sin that a poor old woman was confused and no longer knew it was her money or not? How unfair! If My Lady Isabella was alive, how could she have felt sad for me, who was like her mother…… »

The maid who had come from the palace and who had seen the scene of the nanny crying and protesting, told Philomel in detail what she saw.

It was not a good excuse because it was not a few pennies. The money that was embezzled was far too huge to say that it was a confusion, or a momentary mistake. Philomel thought the nanny was spending money unnecessarily, but she would never have thought it was that much.

After that the nanny was beaten and thrown out of the palace.  But with all she had done, being alive was already exceptional. Unlike the other people involved who were imprisoned, the emperor had only confiscated her possessions. This was an exceptional act, yet the nanny found a way to show her dissatisfaction and even to protest.

« You must have seen that! She started to cry after only having received a blow, » mocked the maid, imitating the nanny’s grimace.

« ….. You talk too much in front of her Highness. » The countess Delesse reprimanded her in a grimace. She glanced at Philomel, she was worried that the little girl felt bad for the nanny who had raised her since she was a child.

« I’m fine. I think you reap what you sow, » Philomel said to her new maid with a reassuring smile. Anyway, it had nothing to do with her.  The countess smiled and patted Philomel’s shoulder gently as she yawned.

« It’s time to get ready for bed. »

« Thank you. »

« It’s nothing, it’s my job. »

When she lay in bed, she felt drowsy. She hadn’t been able to sleep well the last few days as she was busy planning for the servants and the nanny to fall. In addition, she had to study and she had many thoughts going around in her head.  Being called by the emperor, to tell him her wish, to show the state of her dressing room to the new maidservant to get to the result of throwing her old maids out. She had thought about this strategy for a long time before implementing it.  It may have been nothing for another person, but for a nine-year-old girl, all these thoughts had exhausted her. Anyway, she was happy that everything had gone according to plan. She hoped that it would continue like this. It was on this prayer that Philomel fell asleep.