249 – Happy New Year – 6

As soon as I returned to the mansion, the butler greeted me. She didn’t even say when she’d be back, so how did she know that I was waiting for her?

“The servants took turns waiting for the master. The master came just as it was my turn.”

“You don’t have to go that far.”

A picky laugh leaked out in an unexpectedly crude and sure way. If you are not sure when it will come, just wait until it comes. I forgot how obvious it was.

As I patted the butler on the shoulder and headed towards my room, the butler followed and gave a short report.

“Guests were directed to their old rooms.”

“Good work. A place that is at least a little familiar would be nice.”

“And I introduced the facilities of the mansion to Princess Marghetta.”

At that, I glanced back at the butler. Introducing the mansion’s facilities beyond simply providing room information means treating that person as a member of the mansion, not a guest.

“Isn’t it too early?”

“It’s rather late. If Princess-nim graduates, it’s fine if she puts off getting married for a few years.”

I nodded at the butler’s resolute words.

That’s impossible. To Marghetta, who is already struggling with her desire to drop out, ‘Marriage in a few years.’ You might faint if you say the same thing. And after that, the iron-blooded wrath will strike.

“And I was going to introduce it to others, but I couldn’t figure out the order, so I put it on hold.”

The following report is quite understandable. Marguetta is her first wife, but she doesn’t know who came first, Louise or Irina, so she stopped.

I don’t know if it was the time when I was drunk with madness and talked about joint marriage, but now I have to follow the order of marriage and wives. So, from the butler’s point of view, you probably want to guide the wives in order.

“The second one isn’t among them.”

But the butler is mistaken. Louise and Irina are not the second or the third.

“Ah, is that so? It’s a pity. I wanted to say hello in advance.”

“You saw it last time. It’s Majonggong.”

The butler’s footsteps stopped for a moment.

“…I see. I forgot about it for a while.”

I just walked casually.

“hahahaha, it was a crazy day.”

“It was an unforgettable day.”

Anyone who sees Majonggong that day will never be able to forget it.

I was sitting down with my shoes off, crying without saying anything, tearing and falling all over the place. I was surprised to see how pitiful it was.

I don’t want that to happen again. If such incidents occur in the future, rumors of violent feminism may circulate.

“Ah, is Louise in the room?”

While thinking about the terrible future, I turned my attention to the butler again. (Ban)G 2 has been successfully handed over, so now it’s the 3rd’s turn to sortie.

Besides, judging from the butler’s reaction, it seems that Louise treats her like a madam, but the more she does, the more Louise’s insides will burn. I would be happy to be treated as a mistress by the servants, but I would be sad whenever I remembered that I didn’t hear my answer.

“He’s in the kitchen. He said he wanted to make snacks for the servants.”

The expression on the butler’s face when he said that was subtly gentle. It seems that the sky-like madam is happy to make something for the lower ones.

“Even if it doesn’t suit your taste, eat hard.”

“If I have anything left to eat, I will.”

At that, both the butler and I burst into laughter.

There is only one person who makes it, but many wear it. Especially since there are snack killers like Julis and Sophia, the quota for butlers will be minimal.

***

I couldn’t hide my excitement as soon as I came to my brother’s mansion.

Thanks to the princess, I enjoyed the Ulken duchy tour, but the reason I suddenly went to Ulken was for my brother and the princess’s engagement, so I had to restrain myself to some extent.

No matter how much I like walking around, it’s not to the point of being noisy when the princess’s fate is at stake.

After such an unintentional period of self-reflection, it was so comfortable to go to my brother’s mansion.

“I’m a little nervous to attend the ladies who will be my mistress.”

Furthermore, the deacon’s words brought joy as well as comfort.

It’s only natural that she regards the princess as her mistress. The fact that the relationship between the brother and the princess has not been officially announced, but is spreading in secret. There is even a ring on her finger.

In contrast, I haven’t heard from my older brother, let alone a ring. In such a situation, I couldn’t help but be happy to hear that my brother’s servants called me a mistress.

…And if my brother’s servants treat me as a mistress, wouldn’t it have already been a word from my brother?

‘There is a possibility.’

Yeah, you know something, so you’re going to treat me like a mistress. I bet the servants wouldn’t treat a strict person as a mistress without checking the owner’s brother’s will.

With that thought, the slightest bit of anxiety quickly subsided. It’s a positive sign that not only the princess was invited to my brother’s mansion in the first place, but Irina and I were also invited.

Thanks to the employees, my mind became calm. I want to pay back a little bit to the people who helped me control my heart.

“Hey, butler.”

“Yes. Feel free to speak up.”

I cautiously asked the butler, who answered with a smile.

“Can I use the kitchen?”

This is an embarrassingly small reward. I am just a young lady who has not yet inherited neither a title nor a domain, so there is nothing I can give you.

But wouldn’t it be better to prepare at least one rather than giving nothing?

Fortunately, we were allowed to use the kitchen. No, I was told to use it to my heart’s content without asking others, so it’s okay to say permission.

Anyway, the kitchen was spacious. I saw it a few times last summer, but it is so wide that I can admire it again. How did my brother get such a mansion?

“If you have any tools or materials you need, please let me know.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

“Please keep your words low. I don’t know what to do with you because you are being treated with respect by a noble person.”

I smiled awkwardly at the chef who was laughing broadly.

‘Kitchen… Chief?’

I’ve seen it before, but it’s new every time I see it. A chef with that size? No matter how much you say that you shouldn’t judge people by their appearance, this person is a bit.

Rough muscles, sunburnt skin, a height of up to 2m, hair and beard shaved off in pursuit of extreme cleanliness. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a mercenary from a novel, not a chef.

‘Wow…’

And whenever the chef moved his body, his arm muscles twitched as if they were alive.

What the hell is a chef in this mansion? If you have to cook meat, is the person who hunts the ingredients first called a chef? My older brother has a high standard.

“Am I a bit nasty?”

“Oh, no. It’s not like that.”

I hurriedly shook my head at the chef who asked with a grin.

It’s not a lie. Not a little nasty, but very nasty.

“hahahaha, thank you for your words. Still, I know my impression very well. Young people are busy crying when they see me for the first time.”

There were two people who immediately came to mind at those words. Brown-haired maids who cling to each other as if they were one.

I could see that the servants of the mansion also loved the children. They seemed to be sincere and sociable.

Even those children cried in front of the chef… I see…

“Thanks to that, I had a hard time twisting it into a cake.”

The chef said as if he was having fun, but he flinched at his words. It reminded me of the savage giant seducing frightened girls with a cake.

No, no, don’t do this. He’s tough on the outside, but he’s an ordinary person on the inside. It’s rude to have such prejudices.

“…The butler saw that and said he would call the guards.”

“Ahahahaha…”

I just smiled at the chef who looked a little down. Other people were of the same mind as me.

Still, the conversation I just had has eased my tension towards the chef. Because he really knew he was a weirdo on the outside.

“It’s been a long chat. Anyway, I made a lot of things, so the servants of this mansion are used to desserts. No one really hates sweets, so feel free to make them.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“hahahaha, what? You’re giving it to us, so we’re grateful.”

The chef who said so turned to his own work ─

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”

He came up to me and whispered softly.

“The master eats just about anything, but he doesn’t eat cookies.”

“…Yes?”

I looked at the chef in a daze at the words I couldn’t understand.

What do you mean by that? My brother ate cookies and other things well…?

***

When I arrived at the kitchen, the usual giant caught my eye. Unlike the bad bald man who lives elsewhere, he is a very kind bald man.

No, the chef shaved his head voluntarily, so it would be more accurate to call it fashion. Section 3, how do you know if it was pushed or missing?

“The chef.”

Anyway, when I called the chef, the chef, who was far away, responded right away.

“Oh, master!”

I lightly waved at the chef who strode forward. Then, the chef laughed until all his teeth were exposed and bowed his back.

‘…Has it gotten bigger?’

I felt a sense of incongruity when I saw the chef bent down. It seems like he’s bigger than last time. Are you still growing up?

He is an amazing talent. No matter how you think about it, he is a talented person who will be active in other places than the kitchen. Still, he wanted his own kitchen, so…

“Hello!”

“Ah, yes. You seem to be doing well too.”

“Hey, thanks to the grace of the master, I’ve been living without anything lacking!”

My ears stung a little as the giant answered right in front of me.

But what can I do? This sky-high spirit is the chef’s signature.

“But Louise—”

“Oh, he’s over there!”

As I passed the chef, the line of sight tanker, and looked around the corner, I saw Louise’s back. It seems like they are working hard on something.

“By the way, Master. I think I made a mistake with him.”

It was an unexpected remark, so I turned my gaze back to the chef.

“A mistake?”

“Yes, master.”

I couldn’t help but tilt my head when I saw the chef nodding his head with a slightly downtrodden spirit.

The chef is a wild mercenary on the outside, but on the inside he is a gentleman of this era full of consideration and warmth. In fact, rumors are circulating within the mansion that Enen mistakenly put a gentleman’s soul into a beast’s body.

Besides, Louise also has the personality to laugh and move on with quite a few things. Even if the chef really made a mistake, I don’t think he would care.

“Tell me. We’ll have to listen and decide if it’s a mistake or not.”

“That’s-“

And the chef’s words that go on and on. While roughly listening to it in one ear and letting it out in the other, an important sentence popped out.

“─That’s why I said that the owner doesn’t eat cookies. It’s hard to make, but it’s sad if the owner doesn’t eat it.”

A bitter smile came out of that statement.

Come to think of it, I didn’t say anything to Louise. No, it’s not just Louise. He did not give detailed explanations to anyone except Marghetta.

“I-I really made a mistake…”

The chef’s complexion turned white at my reaction.

“No, it’s not a mistake. Actually, my taste has changed since I went to the academy. I also enjoyed the cookies.”

Only when he tapped the chef’s shoulder, his expression relaxed. He must have been relieved to know that he wasn’t being rude, it was just information confusion.

Anyway, unlike its size, it is too delicate. That’s why it seems like I’m sitting in the kitchen.

“It’s no big deal, don’t mind it. If you apologize, it’ll be more awkward.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Returning the nodding head chef to his original seat, he approached Louise, who only showed him his back.

Yes, I decided to answer the confession today.

I think the answer will be a bit long, but it’s a process you have to go through.