Episode 47

Translator: Missme Editor: Aru

.didnt you bring it out on purpose?

Why is this? Well, Ive been out of my mind while helping them prepare the food.

prepare the food?

Oh, come to think of it, I came in at sunset, and it was almost time for dinner.

Bessie hid the knife with a clear blade and covered her mouth with her other hand and smiled awkwardly.

Yes, you had a simple meal yesterday, so Im helping them prepare the food for tonights dinner.

Really? You must be busy preparing.

I just helped a little. I had nothing to do anyway.

Then a voice was heard from inside, presumed to be Alexs.

He was probably looking for Bessie.

What else that stupid thing spill this time. As long as the wheat bag is carried well. Oh my lady, now that youre here, you should change your outing clothes.

Yes, Im going to change to a comfortable one.

Im supposed to help you, but I just left the kitchen and

Its all right. Just forget about being my attendant here and just rest. Dont worry.

Ah my lady, its my original job to serve you. Then Ill see you at the dining room later, my lady! Please look forward to dinner.

Bessie then gunned down in the direction of the kitchen.

Alexs lamentable voice for finding her again sounded like an echo on the way.

I laughed so hard while I went up the stairs.

On my way to the room to change my clothes, I suddenly thought of Ash.

Did Ash get a good rest as prescribed by his doctor?

I wish he did.

He promised me he would rest, but honestly, it was true that I didnt trust him that much considering his usual work.

Lets take a detailed look at his figures in the dining room later.

I wonder if his look would show a persons face whos fully rested.

Although, I wouldnt be sure about that.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never see him tired by his looks.

I can tell hes tired by listening to his voice.

Thinking like that, I arrived in the room and pulled the rope.

You called, lady.

The maid who soon appeared was a familiar face.

At least it was the second time I saw her this morning.

I looked at her familiar face for a while and then asked.

Can you call Angela for me?

Angela.

Last night, a young maid who helped me took a bath in this room.

Angela, who was shy but instead showed her ability to get a perfect bath, was never seen again since yesterday.

I didnt mean to, but I could have run into her at least once, going back and forth in the same mansion.

I fidgeted with the hairpin in my hand.

Im telling you this now, but in fact, I was paying attention to Angela.

Maybe its because of her age.

Perhaps because I thought of Ari for a moment from her young appearance, I kept feeling sorry for her.

Then Ill release you with a rose bath bomb. Because it suits you.

On my way out today, I suddenly remembered what Angela said.

So I bought a rose-shaped hairpin from the stand I was looking at.

It was impulsive, but apart from that accident, I thought she did a good job.

Ill give it to Angela.

I bought it because I remembered Angelas.

And I was going to give it to her not to keep in mind the mistakes she made yesterday.

She seemed to be soft-hearted, but she would have blamed herself.

Ill tell her how perfect the bath was.

Yeah, this too. Actually, I wanted to tell her this yesterday, but I was sad that I couldnt.

I hope she likes the hairpin.

I was thinking that, and then an unexpected answer came back.

Im sorry, but I cant call Angela right now.

Huh?

I didnt expect her to say no, so I blinked and asked.

WellIs she busy doing other things now?

Shes on probation now.

Probation?

What do you mean? Why?

She should be punished for what she did wrong.

What did she do wrong

She dared to make a mistake in front of my lady because she was anxious.

I thought I misheard her for a second.

There was only one mistake Angela made in front of me in this situation.

-You mean when she dropped the bottle of fragrance essence here yesterday? Thats why shes on your probation?

Yes.

It was absurd.

How could they take her on probation over something like that?

I couldnt understand, so my eyebrows were wrinkled.

It wasnt me who was in charge of the employees reward and punishment at the capital house, but from my common sense, Angelas mistake was not enough to be punished and go on with probation.

Ive never heard of other families known for their strictness to their employees saying that they have punished their maids or servants for such trifles.

Unknowingly, there was a nagging tone in my voice.

Thats too much punishment.

That kid deserved it, my lady.

Then why would she accept the punishment from above without saying anything to me?

I tried to say something more but soon shut my mouth.

This maid is only an employee like Angela anyway. I wondered what it meant to her if I did this.

.Who decided the punishment for her? The maid? The butler?

Who is it?

Its The Viscount.

Lucas?

I remembered a wrinkled face that smiled happily.

I feel something like a betrayal.

At first thought, its ridiculous, but in a way, there was a heartless sincerity in his familiar moustache punishing a young maid like that.

Apologize to PringXs.

That moustache resembled a friend of my youth days who was responsible for my school days.

I swallowed a complaint into my mind and opened my mouth.

Release the probation and call Angela. Tell that I told you to let her go.

I cant do that.

Didnt you say shes on probation because she made a mistake in front of me? I said its okay.

Im sorry.

The maids attitude was upright.

I was at a loss for words.

I had a moment of doubt before anything else about her determined response that seemed unlikely to fit a needle in.

Is this how much you want to refuse?

At a glance, I didnt understand it at all.

No matter how much her direct employer is Lucas, not me, this is strictly an estate mansion owned by The Duke family and I was the lady of the family.

I dont know how she would react if I made an unreasonable demand.

I thought it would be so hard to accept a request for the release of a maids probation.

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I glanced at her face.

Since entering the room, she has been expressionless all the time, and its been hard to find any kind of emotional agitation.

Am I too sensitive?

Its just her way to keep faith in her employers orders, and since Ive just come in from outside after having such an incident, has the alertness not been lifted yet?

With my back straightened and my hands in front of me, I took a glance at the expressionless maid standing politely there and said.

I sighed a little.

-Okay, well, if thats the case, call Angela next time. Can you help me take off my dress?

Yes.

With the help of an obedient maid, I thought as I took off my clothes.

Im going to have to confront Lucas myself.

Yeah, whats the point making a fuss here?

This is a direct complaint to the person concerned.

Ill see him when you go down to the dining room.

Lets see what hes saying. Have you ever treated a maid like that?

Really, his moustache is such a waste.

While thinking about it, the maid finished changing my dress.

I took off my uncomfortable outing dress and changed into a simple, indoor dress.

She was also as good as Angela, and the maids touch was quite meticulous and skilful.

Hand

I inadvertently gave a look at her hand.

Back then, Angela shook her hand.

I gaped a little to observe the maids hand.

Her hands, neatly folded after being served, remained calm, let alone shaking.

I turned my gaze and laughed back.

The memory that had just flashed into my head and disappeared but is embarrassed to think of itself.

I cant believe shes got on probation because her hands tremble.

What did he imagine?

Soon I left the room and headed for the dining room.

It was dinner, and the smell of savoury already stimulated my nose from the way down the stairs.

Bessie must have had a hard time.

Alex, too. No, it seems that Alex went to help somehow and did the opposite.

Dinner Theyve prepared everything, so lets eat a lot today.

Yesterday, I refused because I didnt even have enough energy to digest, but today, I thought a big dinner wouldnt be bad.

The chefs skill has been verified.

Okay, lets eat. Eat well and get energy.

The ghost who died after eating was said to have a beautiful appearance.

Of course, I never planned to die right now.

But to my shame, I couldnt enjoy a lavish and elaborate dinner at the dining room today.

I havent been able to take a good rest while Im away, nor have I asked Lucas about Angelas probation.

The chef who tried to hide the food with strong spices was caught.

Argh!

Bessie screamed.

She quickly covered my eyes, but it was after I already saw the chef go over with a bloody nose.

I hardened holding Ashs wrist.

What is this?

I wondered what was going on.

When I arrived at the restaurant, the smell of the food became stronger, and I suddenly felt hungry, so I was about to taste the soup that was nearby.

Only a few dishes smell stronger than before.

Ash suddenly covered my wrist and blocked my movement.

Then he looked straight at the chef who was serving the dish and asked like that.

What did you mix?