episode_0243
by fnovelpiaChoaack!
The curtains are wide open.
The morning sunlight pours in.
“Mirabel, it’s morning. Should I wake up?”
“Wooow… .”
“If you don’t get up and get ready now, you’ll be late? The maid will be angry, right?”
“Ugh… .”
Mirabelle tossed and turned in bed, her face buried in it.
I don’t want to get up.
But I hate getting scolded even more.
Well, maid, you’re scary when you’re angry.
Mirabelle forced herself up from the sleepiness that weighed her down. She could have used magic to drive away the sleepiness, but she didn’t.
The defenselessness that you show when you first wake up in the morning and are half-asleep is attractive, just like Karami used to be.
It’s stupid to destroy it with your own hands.
I washed up with Naredi and changed into the same maid outfit.
After finishing preparations, I arrived at the center of the hall on the first floor.
The other maids were also gathering.
Fortunately, it’s not too late.
“Those of you who are here now, you will be 1 minute late.”
Maid Catherine checking her watch.
It was all too late.
Still, it was fortunate that we weren’t the only ones who were late.
About twenty maids stood in a line and waited. Soon, Narsha, who exuded the air of a noble lady, came down the stairs.
The maids all bowed their heads.
“Meet Narsha.”
The owner of this place is Karami, but the real manager is Narsha. The maids implicitly treat her like the mistress.
Narsha, standing on the stairs, looked around at the maids gathered in front of her.
“As you all know, we will soon have guests from Doomheim. Make sure there is no dust on the floor or windows. And Catherine.”
“Yes, Narsha.”
“If you prepare a light meal like usual, there will be chaos. So you have to prepare the food properly.”
Narsha turned her head towards Bridget, who was in charge of the kitchen.
“Prepare plenty of meat dishes. Be it lamb, duck, or pork. Dwarves love hot, oily meat.”
Bridget quickly took note.
“Bread shouldn’t be light like usual. Prepare something hard and chewy. Something like black rye bread. And alcohol… alcohol.”
Narsha sighed.
Just thinking about it made me tired.
“A huge amount of ale will be arriving soon. Keep it refrigerated and make sure your guests’ glasses are not empty.”
“Okay.”
The issue to be discussed with Doomheim this time is city building.
This is the first large-scale construction project they have undertaken since coming out into the outside world from their underground hiding life.
The person who commissioned the favor to Doomheim, Karamini, must be one of the seven masters sent from that side.
I absolutely cannot tolerate any negative talk coming out within Karami’s domain.
‘The dwarf is addicted to alcohol, so I’ll need Victor’s help.’
The maids took note of Narsha’s thorough preparations. Soon, her head turned to the Mirabelle mother and daughter.
“Catherine, how is Miss Mirabelle’s education going?”
“Now it’s the final stage. The learning ability is excellent. It seems like it would be okay to take care of the elderly.”
“Okay, I’ll leave that part up to Catherine.”
Narsha clapped her hands together.
“Time is running out. Let’s move quickly so that we don’t run out of time. Disband.”
***
The servants moved in unison to welcome the honored guests who would soon be at the top.
Clean the mansion and tend the garden.
It was impossible to do things sloppily because of Narsha’s strictness, which made her take great care to ensure that Karami did not feel uncomfortable.
The work was harder than elsewhere, but the rewards were clear.
They also provide break time, and their salaries are generous and they have snacks that are difficult for commoners to access.
Although he was reluctant to accept that his master was a slave messenger, he was useless in front of the overwhelming power of Warabel.
In the end, the force that moves people is money.
It was more money.
Slave messenger?
What does it matter?
Even if you give a god a lot of money, he is still a god.
While the maids of that mind were busy working without rest, Mirabelle received personal training from the head maid, Catherine.
Cleaning is the basics, from cooking and making tea to walking and minor actions.
I was taught everything I needed as a maid to serve my master.
It was enough to hear, ‘I have nothing more to teach you. Now, let’s get off.’
Of course, Mirabelle is not a mountain but a building.
After such a busy morning, it was time for lunch.
When it’s mealtime, Victor and Leonard, along with his slaves including Karami, come to eat, and when everything is over, it’s time for the maids to eat.
Mirabelle also ate leftover food with the maids in the kitchen.
Mirabelle also had the right to eat with Karami, but it was her choice to eat with the maids.
If you’re going to do it, do it for sure.
I was slightly impressed by Lin’s disguise. Mirabelle was now a perfect maid.
Thanks to this, Mirabelle had more time to talk to the maids, and it was only natural that their relationship would improve.
Well, from the maids’ point of view, she was no different from a cute little sister.
Mirabelle was a witch loved by everyone, who even used magic to cool people down when they were hot and relieved fatigue.
Even now, the maids were gathered around Mirabelle, smiling brightly.
“Mirabel, your training is over now? How was the maid’s teaching? Wasn’t it hard?”
“It was hard, but it was fun. I was happy knowing that if I worked a little harder, I could serve my master.”
“You are so sincere. It’s hard to find someone who serves their master as well as you do.”
“Is that so? I’m sure it’s the same for all the other slaves, not just me?”
“That’s why it’s so strange.”
The maids know too.
There are many slaves here, including Mirabelle.
Even the Narsha they follow is Karami’s slave. In terms of status, the commoner maids are superior to Narsha.
A servant who works under the orders of a slave. Such a bizarre hierarchy is probably the only place in the world where this kind of relationship exists.
“Well, it’s not like I don’t completely understand, right?”
“That’s true. You’re just a slave in name only, but how do you treat me like a lover? You take the best care of me in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and even give me expensive jewelry as a gift?”
“Above all, you’re young and handsome. When we first met, I almost said, ‘I’ll be your slave too!’ ”
“I think I know what that feels like. I just smiled as I passed by, and wow… I think the reason he was given the nickname Slave Reaper is because the slaves sacrificed their souls.”
The maids nodded in agreement.
“Then, you too, my sisters, become my master’s slaves!”
“Hey, do you think we’ll have any room to fit in just because we’re slaves?”
“That’s true too.”
“Why?”
The maids laughed self-deprecatingly at Mirabelle’s innocent question.
“The level of women around me is ridiculous.”
“They’re all elves, and everyone else’s beauty is ridiculous. We look like squids next to them.”
“I want to live with that kind of face too~”
“Really? I want to live in an old person’s body. A life where I can do whatever I want with those women. Aren’t you jealous?”
Mirabelle smiled bitterly at the maids’ conversation. If she showed him the path he had walked, he would never say such a thing.
I tried to show it with magic but held back.
“But Mirabelle. My sisters are on your side, wholeheartedly.”
The maids spoke with solemn expressions.
“Are you on my side?”
“I hope you are the most loved by your elders.”
“Me too, but honestly, it’s not easy.”
Mirabelle is pretty enough to be outdone by anyone, but her opponent is quite formidable.
No matter how pretty or cute a woman is, in order to continue to receive a man’s love, she must eventually have sex with him.
However, Mirabello’s position is disadvantageous as she is sandwiched between mature women.
“Have you ever touched slaves, sir?”
“No. He may joke around, but he never touches slaves.”
There are many slaves who are rather dissatisfied with that.
“That’s amazing… .”
“Okay.”
There are so many pretty slaves around you, and you don’t even touch them.
What kind of saint is this?
These were the maids who thought that if they were Karami, they would have done what they wanted a long time ago.
Of course, that’s not the case, so I can say this.
The maids carefully brought up the subject after confirming that Naredi was not there.
“What do you think Mirabelle would look like if an old person touched it?”
“Master, me? I never thought about it… .”
“Think about it now.”
“I think it would be such an honor to be looked at with such eyes by someone so lacking.”
The opponent has no shortcomings, and the person involved doesn’t seem to dislike it.
Then, this was the time when my sisters pushed me hard.
“Mirabel, the maid probably didn’t teach you this, so we’ll teach you instead.”
“As a maid, as a slave, you have an unconditional duty to wake up when serving a male master.”
What Catherine didn’t teach you?
If you’re a maid or a slave, you have to know that unconditionally?
Why didn’t you tell me that?
“What the heck is that?”
Mirabelle’s eyes lit up and her ears perked up.
The maids spoke with solemn expressions, as if it were some great secret.
“It’s to make the master feel good.”
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