Chapter 20 A Path to a Triple-Spy?

"What happened?" The man spoke coldly, his voice as icy as his gaze.

Susan glanced back. The group of seamstresses who had made a mess before had quickly re-stood in order as if nothing had happened. She sighed inwardly and shook her head, "It's Nothing. I just dropped the paperwork by accident."

"Making a ruckus outside the palace gates should be punishable by imprisonment." The man snorted coldly. "Are you sure nothing happened?"

The seamstresses buried their heads in fear, not even daring to glance at Susan.

Susan shook her head firmly. "Nothing happened. I just dropped something by accident."

The man coldly surveyed the group of seamstresses. But the silence was like something to make it hard to take a breath.

Susan lowered her eyes, not daring to say more, only hoping that the man would return the paperwork to her, so she could continue to go to the queue.

Then, she heard the man ask again, "Are you here to apply for the court seamstress?"

Susan could feel the man's eyes coldly surveying her.

Thinking of the mockery of the seamstresses, she wondered if the man had also said that she was too young and this was not the position for a little girl. So Susan straightened her back and said aloud, "Yes, I am here to apply for the court seamstress. The papers you have in your hand are my diploma from the Sewing Academy and a letter of recommendation from the Principal."

More and more people gathered around, from the seamstresses who came to line up and some soldiers in silver uniforms gather around.

Susan's heart was beating a little faster, and even in this early winter cold wind, a thin sweat broke out. Secretly prayed that nothing would go wrong and that the man would return the paperwork to her immediately.

Then she saw the man make a gesture. A shoulder in a silver uniform stepped out of the line. He saluted and quickly went to the line, gathered the things Susan had dropped, put them in the basket, and handed it back to Susan.

Susan hurriedly took it and thanked him.

The man coldly dropped the envelope into the basket in Susan's hand and said, "Follow me."

"Huh?" Susan was surprised to see that the direction the man was moving was exactly the back gate of the Palace.

"My, my lord, I should wait in the line."

The man stared back coldly.

That icy stare made Susan immediately shut her mouth and take steps to follow. The squad of soldiers in silver uniforms followed closely behind.

Several royal guards guarded the outside of the palace gate, who usually looked cold and aloof. When they saw the man coming, they immediately saluted and respectfully opened the door to let the group in. They glanced at her coldly when they saw Susan and did not say anything.

As if in a dream, Susan walked through the palace gate

It was the first time she entered a Palace, the real Palace with the royal family alive, not the Forbidden City, not Versailles, and not Buckingham.

The exquisite arcades, magnificent domes, Crystal Palace like an enormous diamond in the sun shining. Everything was so beautiful and unreal.

On the west side of the Crystal Palace was the famous Silvermoon Castle. It was a castle made of white stone, stained-glass, and fine sculptures. The Palace of the Kingdom of Silvermoon was made up of Silvermoon Castle and its annex.

It was already early winter, and the royal garden looked not so colorful. Dark-green shrubs and blue spruce spruced up walls of high and low, interspersed with golden or red dwarf trees. The man led Susan to a stop in front of a fountain. His silver armor was a weird match to the silent royal garden. It made him look colder here, as he didn't want anybody to approach him.

Soldiers in silver uniforms stood a short distance away, like a silver fence.

Susan looked at the man's back with some nervousness, secretly guessing his purpose for bringing her to the Palace.

At that moment, the man made a gesture, and a soldier came close with quick steps.

The man coldly ordered, "Find where the preliminary interview for the court seamstress is being held today."

The soldier received the order and left at a fast pace.

Susan settled down her mind a little, and then it turned out why he had helped her apply for a court seamstress?

Susan could not help but recall the Duke's previous conversation with the Highest Priest. They said that various parties had infiltrated the court and that each lord had his own eyes and ears in the Palace.

Susan looked glumly at the handsome shape of the man and wondered if this guy wanted her to be his spy, too? Wouldn't that make her a triple-spy?

The Duke, Shadow, the man in silver armor...

Oh Gods, Gods, help me.

While waiting for news from the soldier, the man neither spoke nor moved, as if he was enjoying the distant scene. Susan, of course, did not dare to say much, but waited in silence with her head lowered. She was not in the mood to see how the garden looked, but the wind was cold, which she was very sure.