I Was Sold to a Crazy Bitch Who Bullied Me

The life of a servant is hard.

From 6 a.m. until going to bed at 10 p.m., you have to do all kinds of chores. Brushing carpets, cleaning bathrooms, trimming the garden, doing laundry, washing dishes, etc. There’s so much to do.

In fact, it was the servant’s job to make something if it wasn’t there. Rather, being able to joke around in moderation can be seen as a virtue of a competent servant. Of course, that’s impossible for me.

Why is it impossible? The reason is simple. That’s because my damn employer cares too much about me. It was an environment where it was impossible to fool around. Earlier, when I finished cleaning the bathroom and tried to rest for a while, the head maid gave me a huge amount of laundry. It must have been an order from a ‘crazy bitch’. That bitch is always watching me.

gasp…

Sweat is pouring down, and a sweet smell comes out of the mouth. I didn’t know it when I was living comfortably, but doing laundry was not an easy task. Fetching water, doing laundry, and wringing out the water, none of it is easy.

In addition, some luxurious clothes had to be handled with care, making it even more difficult.

Buck, boom, boom!

If such clothes are washed roughly, they become torn like pieces of paper. But I am now a skilled servant too. High-quality clothes can be distinguished just by looking at the fabric. There is no more bullying like in the past…

Boo~

Oh, I’m screwed.

***

“You made quite a mess.”

The head maid scolded me, waving a piece of cloth that had once been clothes.

“…….”

Having nothing to say, I had no choice but to kneel and bow my head. no. Actually, there is nothing to say. First of all, I want to ask why they put such expensive clothes in between ordinary laundry. Since it was between the blankets, I naturally thought it was a pillow.

And to begin with, fuck…