117 – EP.6 Maid and Master-2

***

Emma’s sniffles were not easily stopped.

Seeing as if he was uncomfortable with the wet woman on his back, Inho slowly leaned forward.

It was something she was trying to avoid without harming her heart, but Emma was quick to notice.

After returning to her normal posture, Emma stood next to In-ho and gently wiped away her tears with her fingers.

“Master, I’m sorry. I’m being blamed…”

“Oh, no. There must be some circumstances I don’t know about.”

“Please be gentle. There is no master who treats maids with respect.”

“Really? Oh, is that so?”

“Yes. Please.”

Emma felt as if she was talking to a man of her own age, rather than her ever calm, unresponsive host.

After clearing her throat, she cleared the strewn bottles.

“By the way, there are no other maids… Huh?”

Inho, who was watching Emma tidying up the tableware while rattling, asked Emma behind her back.

“Another maid… you mean?”

After a moment of hesitation, Emma turned and met her master’s eyes.

She raised her white hand and placed it on her chest.

“I am the only servant in this mansion. Master.”

“Why? It looks pretty big… but.”

The owner’s questioning gaze stayed in the air for a moment. Seeing something in the air, he stared at the empty place for a while.

“Dimensional shift count 6… Cause of death Galsa…”

Looking at the owner muttering an incomprehensible sound, Emma thought that his condition had worsened again.

“Because the other servants are snobs who only know money.”

Emma said with hate. At the strangely sharp voice, Inho asked.

“snob?”

“Yes. The snobs who ran away when the price went down.”

“Um…”

Inho touched his chin. His unkempt beard tickled his palms.

“First of all, I don’t know what it is. I don’t remember anything. My body is also unfamiliar.”

In response to the owner’s clear words, Emma asked cautiously.

“Master, by any chance… Do you remember how old you are now?”

The owner rolled his eyes here and there at Emma’s question.

What he looked like was an old man, but the gun in his eyes was not his.

“Me? I’m… thirty one.”

Like a student answering the teacher’s question, Inho carefully answered Emma’s question.

“Ah… I understand. You’re thirty-one.”

Emma nodded with a slightly flushed face.

“First of all, rather than continuing to talk here, I will guide you to a more comfortable place.”

Emma showed her palm and held out her hand to Inho.

In-ho looked at it for a while, then put both hands on his knees and stood up with strength.

Seeing this, Emma’s eyes widened.

“Where can I go?”

“Ah…ah, you can follow me.”

A smile spread like a flower across Emma’s face, which had been blank for a moment.

***

Following Emma’s guidance, Inho returned to his room and sat down in a comfortable armchair.

After asking for forgiveness for a moment, Emma brought snacks, but to Inho’s eyes, who didn’t know much about desserts, they looked like pudding.

I was handed a small spoon, and as I ate one spoonful, the soft sweet taste spread throughout my mouth.

In-ho slowly took another spoonful, and in the meantime, Emma spoke about her master’s lost memory.

Emma, who spoke for the first time, spoke softly, but without pause, for a long 30 minutes she talked about what had happened.

Emma’s personal opinion seems to have been incorporated into the ‘things in the past’ that Emma explained, but In-ho was able to grasp the general context.

‘Should I consider it a fallen nobleman…?’

At first, I thought it was England in the 19th century, but when I heard the story, I realized that it was a completely different world.

Just in case, I want to say ‘USA’, ‘Germany’, etc. He hinted at a country he knew, but Emma responded that she had never heard of it.

Fortunately, Emma sees herself as an elderly person with dementia, so In-ho thought it was very fortunate that even if she said nonsense, she was not suspicious.

‘Anyway, you’re a novelist. Was the aristocrat a novelist? Or did the novelist become an aristocrat?’

In any case, it is said that he was a well-known novelist in his prime.

It is said that the book sold like a fire when he wrote only, and he was even invited to the royal family when he finished it.

‘Well, I can’t continue to do well.’

It is said that as he got older, his popularity gradually faded, and he gradually became obliged to write serially for local weekly magazines.

Now, even that has been pushed back, and I have retired.

Anyway, as my income decreased, the family tax gradually declined, and I couldn’t afford to hire servants. It seems that they left the mansion one by one.

Emma seemed to regard it as disloyalty and betrayal.

“Considering the grace I received from my master, it is right to devote my life to unpaid service…”

Something indignant, Emma’s eyes blazed like a freshly burning bonfire.

“It’s only natural that I can’t give you a salary.”

As In-ho smiled, Emma widened her eyes in embarrassment.

“Master is still kind. Even though he is young.”

“I don’t think I’m such a nice person.”

At the fastball of praise, Inho looked away and scratched his cheek.

“I don’t think there’s anyone who says that and isn’t nice.”

When Emma spoke seriously, Inho’s face turned redder.

“Master, I-“

It was when Emma, who had been looking at him with admiration, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

– Giying

The doorbell rang, as you would hear in a rich man’s house, and Emma’s gaze turned to the gate beyond the window.

Following Emma’s gaze, Inho’s head also turned.

“Are you a guest?”

Looking at the young man standing in front of the gate, Inho muttered.

– Pudeuk

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking was heard.

When Inho turned his head to find the source of the sound, Emma with a calm expression was looking at him.

“I’m the son of the owner of a general store nearby, and I often do door-to-door sales. I’ll go back if I stay still.”

Contrary to what she said, however, the young man continued to linger in front of the gate.

– Giying

“Emma! I know you’re there! Come out!”

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Despite the considerable distance, the young man’s voice reached the second floor.

“I don’t think selling is the purpose?”

At the owner’s pure question, Emma bit her lower lip.

“Ah… since I usually buy things, I think it’s called that.”

“If you don’t have anything to buy, I think it’s better to go and say no. Now that I look at it, I don’t think I’ll go back easily.”

“…Yes. I understand. Then for a while…”

Emma nodded and left the room.

In-ho looked at the young man outside the window and put on a happy expression.

“You live diligently. It’s good to be young.”

There was silence for a while, and Inho giggled.

“As the body ages, the mind also ages. I think it’s better to be middle-aged. I have no strength in my whole body.”

In-ho smiled self-deprecatingly as he evaluated his body.

***

“Didn’t I tell you that you didn’t want me to make a fuss when the master woke up?”

Opening the gate slightly, Emma shot at the man.

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Despite Emma’s attack, Hans smiled kindly.

“But there’s no other way to call Emma. She doesn’t come to general stores often.”

“Because I don’t have anything to buy.”

“Lie. Is it because I care? Be honest.”

“I think it’s annoying.”

“Well, even Emma can’t be honest.”

hahahahaha, Hans laughed, and Emma chewed hard on the inside of her cheek, managing her expression.

“Anyway, what’s the matter? If you say you just came to see his face, I’ll call the police.”

“It’s nothing else, it’s a village festival soon.”

“By the way.”

“Do you have anyone to dance with?”

“Shouldn’t you ask if you want to dance first?”

“Eh? Aren’t you coming to the festival?”

“I’m not going. Why am I going out there?”

“But… you promised to dance with me.”

“ha?”

Emma’s mask, which had been hardened, cracked for the first time.

As if she had heard something she shouldn’t have heard, her face was half confused and half angry.

“Why did you say let’s dance at the general store then, sometime?”

Regardless of her reaction, Hans was desperate.

“So how did I answer then?”

“I said ‘when the busy work of the mansion is over’.”

“I’m busy with a lot of work these days. Then, stop.”

“Hey, wait!”

Through the closed door, Hans’s arm came in roughly and grabbed Emma’s shoulder.

Emma’s face crumpled.

“Is it because of teacher Inho? Is that why you can’t go out?”

“Why is the story of the owner suddenly coming out?”

“Don’t pretend. Teacher Inho, I don’t think I’ll know what you’re doing today…”

match!

Emma slapped Hans’ hand with the palm of her hand.

In an unexpected action, Hans retrieved his hand, and Emma closed the door without missing the opportunity.

bang!

The iron door slammed shut, making a loud noise.

“Don’t be mean, Mr. Hans.”

After giving low warning, Emma turned and went back to the mansion.

“Emma! I’m not giving up!”

Emma gritted her teeth when she heard Hans’ voice behind her.

– soft, fast

Upon entering the house, Emma rubbed her shoulder as she headed for the second floor.

“Where does a dirty guy dare to put his hands on my body? Dirty, dirty, dirty. The only one who can touch my body is the master… Only the master…”