No. 45 follows Dorothy closely from behind.
The two walk in silence. Only the quiet tap of their shoes echoed.
'This maid... The princess called her Dorothy, right?'
Apparently, there's no need for her to search so hard. It ends before it even starts. The senior she's looking for is right in front of her.
Even so, it didn't hurt to confirm the fact for herself.
"So..., your real name is Dorothy?" No. 45 tries to break the silence that hung between them.
Dorothy glanced over her shoulder, "Didn't you hear what princess just called me?"
No. 45 shrugged her shoulders, "It can be a nickname."
"Most nobles aren't kind enough to call their servants by name, let alone using nicknames. If they do, they probably have ulterior motives."
"You're right. Dorothy is pretty generic," No. 45 said absentmindedly, unaware of her inconsiderate words.
Dorothy's eyes twitched. But her patience still triumphs over her anger.