121 – EP.6 Text-1

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A few more days passed like that.

In-ho worked hard to adapt to his daily life, but unlike other times, he couldn’t adapt well.

First of all, his old body was the problem.

It was easy to get tired even if I tried to move even a little, and the throbbing pain in my bones made me give up thinking quickly even if I tried to do something.

As a result, the amount of time I spent sitting still or lying down increased, and as the time naturally increased, each day felt longer.

Here was Emma’s behavior.

From the beginning, In-ho had guessed that Emma would be too obsessed with him, and judging from what he was doing, he knew that his guess was correct.

But for all he cared about, Emma was quiet, well-behaved, and didn’t particularly cling to him during the day.

After possessing this dimension, his life was organized in the following pattern.

When he wakes up in the morning, Emma enters the room and draws the curtains.

Then, he handed over a glass of water of the right temperature and handed over a small iron basin for washing his face.

Inho, who has already drank a glass of water, cleans his face with a clean mind and brushes his teeth.

After brushing teeth, it is a blessing.

I give In-ho, who is wearing pajamas, the clothes I will wear that day and leave the room again.

Originally, he would have helped me change clothes, but it was the result of Inho’s refusal.

If you put on the simple clothes you wear indoors, you can say that the day at the mansion has just begun.

After breakfast with something easy to digest, take a short walk in the garden.

And Emma leaves In-ho to do her morning routine, and In-ho sits in the study and scribbles on a blank manuscript.

In-ho wrote with a fairly comfortable mind, because no one recognized the characters he was using.

Just as he couldn’t recognize the characters of this world, fortunately no one recognized In-ho’s Hangeul.

If you’re writing so frantically, it’s already afternoon.

In the afternoon, Emma knocks on the door and announces that it is time for lunch.

‘Master, it’s lunch time.’

Like a spring landscape drawn in pastel, Emma faces him with a subtle smile.

After lunch like that, tea time.

They chat while drinking tea brewed from tea leaves brought from the market.

After going outside, Emma chatters about the market scene, the street scene, and gossip about someone in the hardware store who was caught cheating on her and was severely humiliated.

In-ho sips tea in his mouth and listens quietly to her story, sometimes bringing up his own.

In-ho was comfortable with Emma considering him a dementia patient.

This was because even if he brought up the story of where he originally lived, he would just think it was like that and move on.

If there are no guests coming, Emma says that she has some time left until tea time and dinner.

Normally, he would rest in his room, but recently he spends time with In-ho.

It was because In-ho asked me to read a novel he had written before.

This is because the news of his suspension of serialization in a weekly magazine became known, and several media outlets asked him for an interview.

Since he said he would do the interview when he was sane, In-ho thought that he should at least have some knowledge about novels.

And I was also curious about what kind of writing the original owner of the body he occupied wrote.

“You wouldn’t have to bother with the interview.”

When I asked to read the novel, Emma said so.

“They said they would give me money if I answered the interview.”

“Money is not lacking even now.”

“Really? I heard the servants left because they couldn’t pay their salaries.”

“There are enough for Master to use alone.”

Emma, who closed the book with a thud sound, said while holding the next book.

“Come to think of it, Emma, how much did you give her a month?”

Inho asked if Emma took care of it or if he gave it to him in a formal way.

“I don’t get paid, Master.”

And the answer that came back was a little shocking.

“What do you mean? Does it make sense to work and not get paid?”

Inho’s voice was full of absurdity.

“I think living in this mansion and being able to dine with the master is enough of a reward.”

Emma’s words were not candy-coated, but heartfelt.

“No, but…”

“Don’t worry about me, master. I haven’t received a salary in the years I’ve been with you, and it would be awkward to receive it now.”

“Then, I should take care of the severance pay generously.”

When Emma politely declined with a bashful smile, Inho scratched his cheek in pity.

After saying that, Emma stared at In-ho.

“…what do you mean by that?”

Emma asked in a voice devoid of emotion, like dry land in a drought.

“ah….”

While Inho rolled his eyes, realizing that he had made a big mistake due to Emma’s reaction, Emma stormed in.

“Master, are you no longer in need of me?”

“No, that…”

“Did I do something wrong? You’re not saying I had a brief conversation with that guy named Hans?”

“Emma, calm down.”

“No, I can’t calm down. Retirement. I won’t leave my master, how can I retire?”

“Oops, I made a mistake. It’s not like I’m firing you or anything like that.”

Inho grabbed Emma by the shoulder.

In-ho thought he had a strong grip, but his grip was not strong enough.

“So what do you mean?”

Not feeling relieved by In-ho’s words, Emma looked up at him.

“No, it’s just. If a lot of time passes later and I die, then I have to give you a severance pay… something like this.”

When Inho spoke with a shy smile, Emma nodded as if she understood.

She opened the next book and said.

“I know what you mean. Master. But even if you give me severance pay, I won’t be able to use it.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well… why? I’m the master’s maid… why not?”

Seeing Emma speak dubiously, Inho felt uneasy for no reason.