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Week 1, Year 17XX

To anyone who is reading this, I hope this book will become some sort of a beneficial tool in uncovering the mystery surrounding the youngest daughter of one of the most prestigious families in the kingdom. Azelina Valjean.

Not that it has any crucial information to end war or save the world or something, but who knows? I’m a maid and a commoner, not a researcher. The only useful knowledge I have is maintaining the manor and the family in it.

But I do have the opportunity to witness a mystery that has been plaguing the Valjean Manor.

Since the day lady Azelina fell into a lake during her stroll with the prince two weeks ago, she has been acting very strange.

The moment she opened her eyes and regained her consciousness, I have a feeling that the lady I saw in front of my eyes is not the usual sweet lady I have served for almost a decade.

For one, she looks more tired, and a bit bothered with us?

I assume it’s because she has just woken up. It’s understandable for someone who had gone through a two-day coma. Especially when she was in a life-death situation, it can be quite traumatizing for a lady her age.

At first, I just let it slide, but it kept happening not only to me but also to the other staff as well. So we often left her alone, only tending to her whenever she requested with a bell beside her (which is rare)

At first glance, you would assume that she was just fatigued and needed a moment of rest. But when I look at her a bit longer, I felt that it was more than just fatigue.

Her eyes, at times, would look dead like she has no reason to live with them.

As someone who has seen those obsidian eyes shone for the simplest things, it was rather uncomfortable to be looking at her with plain hollow eyes, especially when she look at you as if she’s piercing her gaze into your soul, knowing every deep secret that you hide within.

Maybe that’s why the maid would look nervous every time the lady rang her bell.

Even the doctor would look pale whenever he visit the lady for a daily checkup and would quickly run out after he’s done with his work.

It wasn’t only the eyes, but also her attitude as well. The lady that I usually served is a proper lady, with excellent etiquette. She would smile whenever her maidservant opened the window to let in some fresh air. She was very diligent with her studies, knowing that she hold the reputation and image as a noble to the society. However, she never abuse her authority, never use us, servants, to do her dirty deeds just like the other nobles and would treat us with kindness and respect that we deserve.

Now, she would be very cautious with us. Whenever one of the maids came to tend her, lady Azelina would never look away from said maid until she has done her duties and left the room. It is as if she treat us as if we were her enemies.

And to be honest, it hurts my heart knowing that the lady that I’ve admired and taken care of with utmost effort would think of me that way. I’m certain most of us would think the same way I do.

But there are certain people that she made exceptions with. One of them is her family. In the presence of the Marquis and Marquise of Valjean, she is still the same beloved daughter. It goes the same with her siblings, twin Aaron and Alyssa Valjean. Thankfully, Lady Azlina still behaved and treat the twin with the amount of fondness as the lady usually would, maybe even more.

With the family being very worried about the lady’s health, I can say that they spent more time with her than we would, even though they have their duties to carry out and our literal job is to take care of them. But still, I’m happy that their relationship is still as strong and healthy as ever.

Other than that, there are no other changes that could be seen in Lady Azelina. Some of us have our theories as to why the lady is like that but there’s no proof to support it so we can’t be certain of it.

Until then, I would keep doing my observation of the lady

I just wish that I’ll be able to know the ‘why’ and ‘how’ before I died that is…

Maria Sucrose