Prologue
The new maid asked,
“So, what am I going to do from now on?”
The new maid was covering her mouth with a handkerchief, saying she had a bad cold.
The housekeeper then placed her feet on the wooden table with ease.
“What you’ll do?”
The table was not coated, and there were many scratches on it.
It seemed far past the time to change it, but the housekeeper didn’t care at all.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Oh, you can sit here, too.”
At a glance, the housekeeper began to arrogantly pick up and eat snacks from the kitchen.
A cherry tart, which was said to have been made by the cook, swayed in her hand.
The housekeeper, who picked up a book with one hand, started reading while eating the tart.
“Isn’t fruit tart only eaten by aristocrats? It’s a precious snack.”
For a moment, the housekeeper’s expression changed. She had a cool and elegant look, unlike a housekeeper.
When the housekeeper looked away, the strange atmosphere disappeared.
“Huh? Oh, well, it does, but it doesn’t matter at all here. We can do whatever we wish. You should try it, too.”
The housekeeper handed over the cherry tart as if she was trying to be generous.
When the maid did not answer, the housekeeper added so as for her to not be anxious.
“It’s okay. It’s supposed to be like this.”
“………..”
“It doesn’t matter. You can go home early. Oh, and tell me if you want anything.”
The housekeeper took a bite of the tart. She did it confidently as if she owned this house.
“It’s still a secret, but I’ll let you know later on. Even if you work halfheartedly, as long as you listen to me, you can make money while working in the most comfortable way in the world.”
“……I know what you’ve done.”
“What?”
“…..It’s nothing.”
The maid smiled politely. Her smiling eyes made the housekeeper wonder why.
It’s been a while.
The urgent sound of footsteps that did not fit in the relaxed mansion rang out.
A servant hurriedly opened the door and came in.
“Go!”
“To where?”
“Go to the main hall, Master!”
“Why are you making such a fuss though?”
“This hasn’t happened in a while.”
The servant scratched his head awkwardly at the overly calm attitude of the housekeeper.
The housekeeper rose from her seat saying, “I don’t think it’s that of a big deal”. She turned her eyes to call the new maid.
“Huh?”
The new maid was nowhere to be found at the place where she stood at earlier.
As though she was someone who didn’t exist in the first place.
***
It’s been a long time since the employees gathered in a large hall in front of the entrance. They lined up in a row with serious looks on their faces.
Then, the new maid walked down the stairs leading to the hall. Everyone had the expression she had earlier this day.
The first maid hired through Tyler after a woman married to the Marquis of Jean entered.
It is the duty of the housekeeper to hire a maid, but Tyler and the maid were together, so he wanted to especially hire her.
As for the maid, she was a newbie who was prying into every detail.
That’s what the employees knew.
“What are you doing there!”
“Come down! Come on! He’ll be here any minute.”
Some of the servants, who were a little nervous, smirked and laughed.
Despite the relaxed atmosphere, the maid didn’t answer. Soon, a smile appeared on her face out of the blue as if it was a warning.
Then, a maid, who became a little scared at the sight, asked.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Why? It’s just amusing.”
The maid replied and stopped halfway down the stairs when she heard a small noise.
A subtle silence fell.
The employees did not speak out as if they were possessed.
As though they had a hunch that told them not to say anything.
“Thank you for the explanation today.”
The maid lowered her handkerchief slowly. Then, she took off her white frilled hat with her long, thin fingers.
“It’s a mess.”
The employees, who saw her face that was fully exposed, were shocked. Their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.
The desire to escape surged.
Their pupils shook violently like an earthquake as if they were deprived of their positions.
That woman was not a maid, but the wife of Marquis Jean.
Daisy Colin. No, Daisy Jean.
“You’ll all be fired soon.”
Among the frightened and embarrassed people, she was the only one with a calm face.
Marquis Jean, who was by the front door, laughed in vain.
“This is where I had to enter from because I needed to look around.”
A definite change was coming to the Marquis of Jean.
***
After a while, Carlyx, who had to go to the battlefield, showed up with a broken arm.
“I’ll spend more time with you.”
…..Aren’t there only a few people in this empire who can hurt him?
Daisy was right. Carlyx broke his arm voluntarily.
Only to spend more time with her.