73.3 Musings

I felt something crack inside my chest. I knew for a fact that she actually just cursed under her breath. Was the method really that bad?!

"A-Amelie?"

"Quelle étrange méthode..."

My fears grew even more. The manic French was really not helping my nerves right now! "Amelie?"

"Les utilisations que cette méthode peut créer..." the maid continued muttering to herself. "La Reine adorerait ça..."

"Amelie?!"

"Oui, Monsieur?"

I couldn't help but still my shaking fingers as I forced myself to regain some semblance of composure. "What did you say just now?"

The pink-haired Frenchwoman had the audacity to tilt her head as if nothing of importance just happened. "Pardon?"

For fvck's sake... "You were speaking nothing but French for a few seconds there. Was my circuit that bad?"

"Eh? What... made you think that?"