Greetings, Automata Maid

r performance, she understood that.
Natalia had mentioned that herself.

That was something she could not argue against.

(But…)
(Still…)
(Natalia got more angry for my mother than for me…)

An emotion had stirred deep in Olivia’s heart.
A spark of jealousy.
She was jealous of her late mother, who she loved and respected.

Olivia had inherited Natalia’s ownership, and had registered as her Servant too, meaning Olivia was Natalia’s current mistress.
But that was only on paper.

Natalia still thought of Ophelia as her only mistress, and Olivia as her daughter.
That had become painfully obvious.
Olivia did not particularly want Natalia to call her mistress.
She just wanted to be Natalia’s most important person.

Replaying that scene all over again, she could not accept the fact Natalia had not said anything when Olivia’s feelings were hurt.

She knew feeling that way was ridiculous.
Who would ever feel jealous of their mother? But emotions often go against reason.
And Olivia’s heart was gripped by various emotions.

A desire to become Natalia’s number one.
She would do anything to accomplish that…

(Ughh, I need to stop.
Right now…)

Olivia had to focus on her duel, for both her mother and Natalia’s honor.
Olivia chose to stop thinking of that, and focus on getting through class and the duel.

The afternoon classes had not ended yet when I was called to the staff room.
This is so weird.
Why would I be called there? I’m not a student or anything.

“Are you paying attention?”

“I’m truly sorry.”

My bad, seriously! Damuel looked annoyed as he frowned at me.

“This is the first time such a thing happens right at the start of the school year.”

A duel is a method to solve a conflict in most situations, regardless of whether the parties concerned are nobles or commoners.

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The rules allow any weapon or magic, unless it’s something extremely unreasonable.
The winner and loser are decided by forfeiture, fainting, or when a referee made a decision.

This is a dispute between students, so a teacher will be the referee.

“I really hoped you’d stop something like that from happening, but from what I heard you instigated it even more.”
“I know I did that, but as a maid and magic automaton I simply can’t allow my Mistress’ name to be sullied.”

I had remained silent for as long as they only spoke of Olivia.
I only got too annoyed when they started talking crap about Ophelia.
Otherwise I would have waved it off as a fight between children.

“And it had to be against Mathias of all people…”
“Could that be troublesome?”
“See, Mathias is the son of a marquis.
Social status and authority has no impact inside the academy, but it can carry over to life outside the academy, and post-graduation.”

Ah, so something could happen outside the jurisdiction of the academy.
The academy won’t be able to intervene in such a situation, and we can’t expect them to treat us fairly.

He’s the son of a marquis to boot, that’s a lot of authority.

“Not to mention that their quarrel escalated into a duel.
I could step in and mediate between them if it was a simple fight, all I can do now is to make sure neither side goes too far during the duel.”

Isn’t that more than enough though?

“Do you understand? Even if Mathias’ claims are wrong, if he wins the duel he’ll be in the right.”
“That could be troublesome.”
“Exactly.
But they’ve already agreed to the duel, so we can’t do anything about that anymore.”

The duel had been agreed on in a very public space with many witnesses too, there’s no way to back out of it now.

Crap.

If I had remained calm just a little more I could’ve avoided all of this.
But I also can’t remain quiet if I hear someone insulting Ophelia.
At the same time, I won’t be able to face Ophelia in the afterlife if I allow her daughter’s reputation and future to be destroyed.

“Ahhh, at least I hope she can come out without any bad injuries2…”

Only now I’m starting to regret having such a short temper.

References

Robinxen: Some misplaced awareness, but awareness none the less. Robinxen: Aren’t you dismissing her a bit much here?