".......didn't you bring it out on purpose?"
"Why is this? Well, I've 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 I'm helping them prepare the food for tonight's 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 Alex's.
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 you're here, you should change your outing clothes."
"Yes, I'm going to change to a comfortable one."
"I'm supposed to help you, but I just left the kitchen and......"
"It's all right. Just forget about being my attendant here and just rest. Don't worry."
"Ah my lady, it's my original job to serve you. Then I'll see you at the dining room later, my lady! Please look forward to dinner."
Bessie then gunned down in the direction of the kitchen.
Alex's 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 Jungkook.
'Did Jungkook 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 didn't trust him that much considering his usual work.
Let's take a detailed look at his figures in the dining room later.
I wonder if his look would show a person's face who's fully rested.
'Although, I wouldn't be sure about that.'
No matter how hard I tried, I could never see him tired by his looks.
I can tell he's 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 didn't 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.
I'm telling you this now, but in fact, I was paying attention to Angela.
Maybe it's because of her age.
Perhaps because I thought of Irene for a moment from her young appearance, I kept feeling sorry for her.
'Then I'll 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.
'I'll give it to Angela.'
I bought it because I remembered Angela's.
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.
'I'll tell her how perfect the bath was.'
Yeah, this too.
Actually, I wanted to tell her this yesterday, but I was sad that I couldn't.
I hope she likes the hairpin.
I was thinking that, and then an unexpected answer came back.
"I'm sorry, but I can't call Angela right now."
"Huh?"
I didn't expect her to say no, so I blinked and asked.
"Well......Is she busy doing other things now?"
"She's 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? That's why she's on your probation?"
"Yes."
It was absurd.
'How could they take her on probation over something like that?'
I couldn't understand, so my eyebrows were wrinkled.
It wasn't me who was in charge of the employee's reward and punishment at the capital house, but from my common sense, Angela's mistake was not enough to be punished and go on with probation.
I've 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.
"That's 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?"
"It's The Viscount."
Lucas?
I remembered a wrinkled face that smiled happily.
I feel something like a betrayal.
At first thought, it's 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 can't do that."
"Didn't you say she's on probation because she made a mistake in front of me? I said it's okay."
"I'm sorry."
The maid's 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 didn't 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 don't 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 maid's probation.
"......."
"......."
I glanced at her face.
Since entering the room, she has been expressionless all the time, and it's been hard to find any kind of emotional agitation.
'Am I too sensitive?'
It's just her way to keep faith in her employer's orders, and since I've 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 that's 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.
'I'm going to have to confront Lucas myself.'
Yeah, what's the point making a fuss here?
This is a direct complaint to the person concerned.
'I'll see him when you go down to the dining room.'
Let's see what he's 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 maid's 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 maid's 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 can't believe she's 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... They've prepared everything, so let's eat a lot today.'
Yesterday, I refused because I didn't even have enough energy to digest, but today, I thought a big dinner wouldn't be bad.
The chef's skill has been verified.
'Okay, let's 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 couldn't enjoy a lavish and elaborate dinner at the dining room today.
I haven't been able to take a good rest while I'm away, nor have I asked Lucas about Angela's 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 Jungkook's 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.'
Jungkook 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?'