I’m Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

One of the more experienced maids, who knew about my visits to the Sacred Salon, saw me off.

“Have a safe trip, my lady.”

“I’ll be back soon. Take care of things while I’m gone.”

“If you’re not back by ten, I’ll come looking for you.”

In a world without cell phones, or even emergency bells on streetlamps, her words felt reassuring.

I stepped out of the back gate with confidence—

"Woof! Woof!"

Immediately, a dog started barking, and I screamed internally.

No, no, no! Don’t wake up my parents, you idiot!

Fortunately, the maid reacted quickly, pulling out a strip of jerky and luring the dog away. I hurriedly shut the gate behind me and quickened my pace.

Why was the dog barking?

I glanced around but saw nothing suspicious. That dog wasn’t dumb enough to bark at every passing cat…

Still, I had a bad feeling about this.

Shaking it off, I navigated through the crowds enjoying their Saturday night, forcing my increasingly exhausted body to push forward.

Eventually, I reached the stone path leading to the abandoned chapel.

Circling around the building, I opened the wooden door.

As always, the warm scent of food and the distant murmur of music welcomed me inside.

But… why does something feel off?

"Woof!"

“Oh, hello, Lady Witch.”

I reached down to ruffle the thick fur of Lady Witch, Madame Abigail’s large gray dog.

Then it hit me.

The Salon felt empty.

Where was Madame Abigail?

As if on cue, a server approached.

“The Madame will be arriving a little late tonight. The currency exchange will proceed as scheduled. Do you have a message for her?”

“Yes, let her know I have business with her—an information trade.”