116 – EP.6 Maid and Master-1

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The first thing Emma did after returning to the mansion at a brisk pace was to go to the room where her master was sleeping.

As if holding her breath for a long time, she hurried up the stairs.

squeaky squeaky

Leaving behind the sound of the old wooden stairs, Emma stood in front of the room.

“Hmm, hmm. Keuhum.”

Not wanting to look vulgar and disheveled, Emma straightened her clothes.

smart

Emma, who knocked on the door softly enough not to wake the owner, carefully opened the door.

There were two reasons why her owner should not wake up.

One is for the health of the owner who has no energy.

The other was to see the face of the owner who was sleeping soundly.

All the work in the morning is over, and there is still time left to prepare dinner.

The three or four hours of free time given to her were intended to be used by Emma to see the face of her beloved master.

This was her break.

kiik

Emma opened the door minimally and entered the room, muting her footsteps.

Then, looking at the bed, he stood still.

“master?”

The owner’s shape, which should have risen convexly on the blanket, is nowhere to be seen.

Thinking that it might have fallen on the side of the bed, Emma quickly looked around the bed, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

“Lord, Master!”

She removed the blanket just in case, but there were only marks of people being pressed on, and of course, there was no one she was looking for.

Emma, who had recently been distracted by her master’s fine appearance, blamed herself.

“Oh, no.”

If, through her carelessness, she could not find the owner, Emma would not be able to forgive herself.

“We have to find it.”

Emma went all over the second floor and checked the rooms.

A room where a servant stays, a guest room, a study, and a wardrobe.

She mechanically opened the door, inspected the room, closed the door and left.

bang! bang!

The sound of a door slamming regularly echoed through the house, making Emma more impatient.

After looking around the second floor, she went down to the first floor.

The neatly trimmed clothes for the owner became a mess in a short time.

Squeak! Squeak!

Emma hurriedly descended the stairs, and heard a small rattle in her hypersensitive sensory sensors.

“master?”

The sound came from the kitchen.

When Emma entered the kitchen, she saw her owner holding a water bottle to her mouth and gulping.

“Master… Whoa…”

She was able to relax her tense body for a while.

It would have been difficult to find if he had gone out of the house. she stroked her chest.

I don’t know how he drank the water, but the kitchen floor was covered with water.

There are already four empty water bottles around him.

Worried about the owner drinking the fifth bottle of water, Emma cautiously approached the owner.

He’s a man with an unsteady mind, and he’ll definitely get excited if you forcefully take the water bottle away.

It was common sense to Emma, who assisted him for a long time.

Even so, Emma’s appearance stopped the old man from drinking water.

“Oh, that’s… I’m thirsty.”

Can’t you remember yourself?

Seeing the owner speaking with respect, Emma collapsed.

Apparently, until just now, he was the owner who called me by name, smiled at me, and stroked my hair.

Emma was on the verge of tears, but soon smiled.

“It’s okay. Would you like some water?”

“Ah yes.”

“I’ll pour you a cup. Please sit here.”

Emma kindly pulled back the chair, and the old man sat in it.

After adjusting the position of the chair so that the old man would not be uncomfortable, Emma took out a cup from the cupboard and followed it.

“You must be very thirsty.”

Suddenly, the water from the water bottle splashed into the cup.

“sorry.”

When the old man nodded with an apologetic face, Emma shook her head.

“No. This house belongs to the owner anyway. Someone says something about drinking water.”

“master?”

“Yes! You are the owner of this mansion.”

“Am I?”

“yes.”

said Emma with a broad smile, and the old man touched the glass in disbelief.

“It was like that.”

The old man murmured while looking at the calm surface of the water in the glass.

“Then who are you?”

When the old man asked, Emma slightly bit her lip.

“My name is Emma. I am the master’s faithful maid.”

“Emma. Emma…”

As if trying to remember his own name, the old man repeated Emma’s name several times.

“By any chance, Master… Do you remember your name?”

Emma asked, stealing water from the table and floor, and the old man nodded slightly.

“Kang In-ho…?”

When the name came out of the old man’s mouth, Emma’s movements stopped.

“ah….”

Emma jumped up and saw her master’s face.

“ah…”

Emma couldn’t form any sentences, just repeating meaningless sounds like a newborn baby.

“???”

The old man tilted his head and widened his eyes.

Then, Emma carefully hugged the old man from behind.

“You… remember. Master. Don’t forget that Emma, too.”

Looking at Emma, who was sobbing, Inho thought.

‘What, why is he like this? scared.’