In order to make the burning heat in her body dissipate, Dorinia hurriedly closed her eyes and desperately tried to picture Elvira’s face.
This wasn’t because Dorinia had any deep affection for Elvira.
On the contrary, it was precisely because Dorinia harbored animosity toward Elvira that she did this.
The moment she thought of that arrogant, willful face, she was sure she’d regain her composure and remember her mission.
Detestable Queen Elvira of Dratnia—if only she’d just honestly stayed an obsessed-with-magic princess, things would be fine. But instead, she insisted on reaching for the throne and even executed the original first heir, the foolish prince.
The Kingdom of Terrence had originally planned to seize the opportunity to dispatch troops and reclaim the territory lost in the previous war, taking advantage of internal unrest after the foolish prince ascended the throne. Yet, because Elvira rose to power instead, the plan had to be changed.
In the end, that woman was simply infuriating. Why was someone with such a terrible personality able to firmly sit on the throne? As if that wasn’t enough, she even snatched away Mr. Morris, the idol of so many girls in their youth. As if kidnapping wasn’t bad enough, she could do as she pleased with Mr. Morris’s body every night—how hateful!
Originally, Dorinia had wanted to forget the shameful act of sneaking a meal with Morris, so she closed her eyes and tried to think of something else.
In the end, she did forget her shyness and embarrassment, but the burning heat in her body didn’t go away. In fact, she even started to tremble faintly.
Her hands on the table tightened into fists in anger.
“Miss Dorinia, you haven’t done anything to make Elvira suspicious, have you?”
Just as Dorinia’s heart pounded furiously with fighting spirit, Morris’s low, vaguely worried voice reached her ears.
This snapped Dorinia out of her own world. She abruptly opened her eyes and looked in Morris’s direction.
Just as his voice suggested, the gray-haired young knight was looking at her with concern, his expression full of worry.
“Sorry, Mr. Morris. I thought about it carefully and really couldn’t think of anything that would make her suspicious. Instead, I remembered some unpleasant things. I’m sorry for making you worry.”
As the daughter of a noble family, Dorinia’s manners were never lacking.
Seeing Morris so worried about her, she quickly lowered her head apologetically to him.
“You’re too polite. As long as there’s nothing, that’s good. But looking at it now, this situation is truly odd. Not only have we failed to find the traitor, but we haven’t even found whoever wrote that anonymous letter to Elvira.”
As a mature man, Morris decided to pretend not to notice Dorinia’s loss of composure. Instead, he withdrew his gaze and appeared thoughtful as he looked at the table before him.
He had only intended to casually mention the current intelligence.
But unexpectedly, Dorinia’s confused voice interrupted him.
“Anonymous letter? What anonymous letter?”
This instantly made Morris, who had still been lost in thought, look sharply at Dorinia, likewise sounding confused as he said:
“Elvira said she received an anonymous letter reporting a traitor. What’s going on—didn’t she tell you about it?”
“Not at all. That woman only ordered me and my team to investigate the people around her. She never mentioned any anonymous letter.”
Although Dorinia usually wore a cool black mask covering the lower half of her face, it wasn’t a full mask. Her eyes and brows still revealed her expression.
At this moment, the seriousness in her demeanor wasn’t an act—she genuinely had no idea about any anonymous letter.
That was strange.
If Elvira didn’t know Dorinia was the traitor, then either she’d made up the story about the anonymous letter to see Morris’s reaction, and the letter didn’t exist at all—
Or she was deliberately hiding it from Dorinia, the investigator, for some ulterior purpose.
Normally, the latter seemed more likely. But since it was Dorinia, Morris couldn’t entirely rule out the former possibility.
In any case, after noticing this information disparity, Morris and Dorinia exchanged information once again.
After confirming all other details were accurate, the two of them began to ponder why Elvira would give them inconsistent information.
“Could it be that there’s no anonymous letter and no confirmed traitor? That woman is just trying to test those around her? After all, any action from my special unit is bound to alert others.”
After thinking for a while, Dorinia proposed the most likely hypothesis for now.
That is, Elvira was putting on a show, testing the people around her.
“Making a fuss and alarming the enemy clearly isn’t the right choice. But if it’s Elvira, who’s absolutely confident in her own strength, she just might do something like this. And with that secretary of hers scheming at her side, it really could be the case.”
Morris nodded, agreeing this was a strong possibility.
But this led to another problem: why not inform Dorinia of the inside story?
This made Dorinia wonder if perhaps she herself had been exposed and was one of those being tested.
“That’s probably not it. It could also be that, Miss Dorinia, you’re too proper, so the secretary suggested Elvira not tell you the truth, lest you work yourself too hard after learning it’s a test and forget to rest.”
And, once again, it was Morris who comforted Dorinia at this moment.
“Is… is that so? I don’t really think I’m that excessively proper…”
Hearing Morris’s words, Dorinia felt she could accept it… and yet couldn’t.
If Elvira had really ordered her to investigate others based on a nonexistent tip-off, she probably would have thrown herself into the work to avoid being exposed.
“People who are proper generally don’t think of themselves that way—just as those who always talk about justice are rarely just.”
Seeing the young spy so unwilling to accept it, Morris only smiled and shook his head.
Dorinia was, without a doubt, a proper and meticulous person. Not only was her walking posture always dignified, even the arrangement of this room was neat and orderly, clearly reflecting her personality.
“…All right, maybe it really is like that.”
Although Dorinia herself didn’t think she was too proper, since even the Morris she admired said so, perhaps she really was a bit too proper.
After all, there was nothing shameful in admitting it.
“…By the way, Mr. Morris, do you prefer women to be more proper, or more easygoing?”