Good Afternoom Everyone! :D (Time-check - 2:12 PM :D)

Today, I would finally reveal who Leandra is. :) Of course, you have already met her in my previous story (if you've read it but please do :D) as a charming sweet lady but she is a total sweet badass now. xD I totally can't wait for everyone's reaction to his, teehee! I had fun researching about guns to suit the era and Mey-rin from Black Butler had been an inspiration. Oops, I might be saying too much welp. xD

You guys might be wondering why Marygold would take a nap before lunch in this chapter. Since Spaniards take their lunch by 2 - 3 hours past noon, we Filipinos actually sleep after taking lunch at noon so it's a double reference. xD

Lastly, today is a special day so just this time, it's a 1500-word chapter. xD

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As the chariots of sun god Apollo flew directly above their head without the frivolous god in it, the trees in the garden were a blessing for giving them the comfort of shade. The trees surrounding the rose garden however, failed to block a certain lady's view of them and Liber felt a keen eye focused solely on them.

"If I may ask, Leandra, your head maid, how many years has she been here?" Liber inquisited and the subject of his query made presence known even more even if she was merely observing from some rendezvous in the manor.

"Leandra was my mother's handmaiden since she was eighteen until the present so she had served us for twenty two years and counting." Marygold confirmed and she wondered what sort of interest might the young man had from her handmaiden.

Her answer might be terse but it was purer than a silver lining for Liber. He bit his lips from trembling as he briskly stood up to approach a tall bush of red roses. He wouldn't want to destroy his 'golden prince' imprint on her by showing a contorted face of ecstasy.

All this time, the answers he sought for were in the last person he expected. She would definitely know Midas better than himself. How could he have not predicted it from the start? The satisfaction of uncovering the treasure's key threw him in elated rapture. Everything was truly worth his time as it satisfied him with an enthralling kind of pleasure rather than that of the usual eroticism.

Liber thought to himself, the curtain will soon drop on the Queen's wondrous stage play.

"How precious is she to you, my sweet little red rose?" Liber inquired further as he mustered all the gentleness he could. He has to hold back his madness or it would complicate things.

"She has been family to us and my father trusts her completely. In all honesty, she is like a mother to me and the feeling of incompleteness never comes to me because of her." Marygold wholeheartedly expressed. They might share a relationship between mistress and her primary maiden but their bond can be likened to that of mother and daughter's. The feelings they have were mutual and rarer than a blue moon. It was a bond the she held dearly to her heart.

"I see. We might be more alike than we may seem." Liber replied with a seemingly sincere smile as he turned back to Marygold with a rose bared of thorns and his other hand hidden by his back. It was the only thing he could offer as parting gift as a couple of imminent auras were now only a few feet away from him.

"Pardon me for the intrusion, my lord but my lady, it is time for your siesta." Leandra politely obtruded as she came with a glaring Catalan behind her. Marygold flinched the moment she saw Catalan as he seemed to be in a much fouler mood than usual.

Meanwhile, Liber could almost laugh by how Leandra was ironically smilling when she was tearing him apart in her mind. Marygold may not sense it but for Liber to radiate such an ecstatic aura was parlous. Nothing could stop the embodiment of frenzy once he unleashes himself.

Their conversation cannot be extended any further, it must be stopped.

"May I refuse just for this day?" Marygold appealed as she wanted to hear more from the amusing prince, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

"I am afraid a growing lady needs all the afternoon rest she can get in order to blossom in grace." Leandra sternly replied as her smile flattened in grim. This sent shivers throughout the adolescent's spine as she was denied any other option but to obey.

"I am so sorry Liber but I think my lovely maiden won't let me skip the matter. It was a true pleasure conversing with you." Marygold ruefully conveyed as she stood up with the aid of her cane and Catalan drew her wheelchair closer so that she wouldn't have to walk.

"The pleasure was all mine, Marygold. May you have a nice long rest." Liber responded with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"My lady, please allow Catalan to escort you to your quarters. I shall follow shortly after tidying things back in order." Leandra softly imparted as she gently cupped the girl's cheeks with her slender hands to reassure her.

"Forgive me, my lady but I must take your spectacles off so that it may not hinder your sleep." Leandra imparted and the young mistress trustingly obliged as her vision became blurred at its removal.

"Let us go now, Catalan." Marygold instructed and Leandra waited until they were out of earshot before tending to some unfinished business.

As if on cue, the cold winds blew their way and the movement of the clouds became swift. These are only some of the signs that a powerful deity is displeased.

"The eyes of a deity morph into a golden chroma when they demonstrate their power. Yours however, were already golden when you were born which always made it difficult to identify whether you were showing off your prowess or not." Leandra disclosed in cold monotony as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Any threat may it be potential or actual cannot be tolerated and therefore as the head maid of this mansion, I must expel you." Leandra fiercely professed as she opened her eyes and promptly slid out a wheel lock pistol from the breast part of her kirtle. She had it with her always ever since she had requested it from the god of forgery. It is without a doubt convenient for protection purposes and situations in where she could not manifest her true power.

Liber however was not daunted at the slightest even with a gun pointed at his head. He grinned slyly as he showed her the hand he hid in his back. The hand was terribly splintered by several thorns from plucking out a rose.

He removed them all, slow and steady as she watched his human blood dropped to the ground.

"That is true and something only a god or a goddess would know. By the way, dear head maid, you are one to talk when it is your eyes that are unnaturally golden as of this moment. I believe they were of magnificent cobalt blue just a little while ago." Liber revved provocatively and Leandra's expression turned deadpan as she unlocked the pistol's security.

"I am warning you, Dionysius." Leandra intimidatingly imparted as her gaze sharpened at him. Liber could not prevent himself from chuckling as she did not refer to him with an alias. The direness of the threat was quadrupled as she called him by his real name.

"Forgive me for my words, my lady but I do not wish for violence. I am here for one thing alone and it is absolutely not to destroy this family." Dionysius waned with his taunting laughs as he licked the blood from his wounds like an abused dog.

"My fingers are tempted to twitch right now." Leandra implied and Liber quickly stretched out his hand as inserted his index finger at the gun's mouth.

"I'd wager this. If you provide me with the answers I need, I would leave by midnight this very day. I pledge by the River Styx. "Liber proposed and Leandra disdainfully yanked her gun only to sit down and surprisingly pointed the deadly thing back at him once more.

"And why should I abide by your wager?" She skeptically retorted which made Liber exhaled sharply by her response.

"I would honestly like to tell you that right now but confidentiality is my utmost priority. It is matters involving the Queen after all. I swore by the Styx already, perhaps I could gain a little more faith from you, my lady?" Liber pleaded like a harmless sheep as he purposely told a half truth.

It took a while but Leandra returned her gun from its place as she saw his point. Bullets are so invaluable to waste anyways and she knows the queen better than anyone. It is not in her nature to punish families who are not guilty of impiety.

"Who would have thought that you were under servitude for twenty two years? I applaud your dexterity for the task and your acting skills for that matter. You made me stand in ovation, truly you did." Liber imparted and his wild laughter reverberated throughout the garden. The man was clearly testing the limits of her patience. She was not entirely sure whether it was a compliment or an insult but she held onto her gun to show her irritation.

"Can we proceed now to hasten your departure?" Leandra exasperatedly implied and Liber began to desist with his obnoxiousness.

"By all means, of course! But before that, let me offer a tribute to you." Liber delivered as he cleared his throat. He was feeling the same adrenaline he experienced at the guest room with Silenus.

"Pity it is that no stories of you were ever written and therefore, the exquisiteness of your nature remained concealed as eternities passed. Mortals revere you as a gentle deity of household or some blessed by rich imaginations adore you as a goddess of potent power waiting to be unweaved but differentiate them from me, oh beauteous goddess!" Liber professed as he prostrated himself before the fearsome goddess before him. He could not move on from the fact that she had played her part so well nobody else could have done it.

"I always honoured you as both and now I am kneeling before you. All hail, Olympus! All hail, Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth! "