The maid was dressing me up, and I was wondering if I should ask her name. She seemed neutral. Maybe I should improve my relationship with someone?
- What's your name?
Without opening her eyes, she replied.
- Karina, lady.
Hm-m, are they from the same place as Catherine? Although I shouldn't even be thinking about it.
- From now on, Karina, you will be my personal maid.
She stopped combing my hair and opened her green eyes.
- Lady, I am delighted, of course, but what of the Count? Will the Master allow it?
- He'll let me, he won't let me. What does it matter to me? I'm not making you his personal maid, I'm making you my maid. You're doing a great job.
- Oh. Thank`s, Lady Ilissa. I'm done with your hair.
I looked in the mirror and couldn't take my eyes off it.
Bloodyshit, Ilissa, you're amazing! How can someone as beautiful as you come from such bastards?
Now I want to see your mother. But unfortunately, I can't do it in person.
Her mother died from complications after childbirth. That's why the Count and the Young Master hate her. Although, Rizanna, Ilissa's and Geraldine's mother, was not the Count's beloved wife but a pretty-faced doll. Just like her daughter.
Every single day, he tormented Rizanna, who had been sold to him as a valuable and beautiful commodity. However, Geraldine's sadness was understandable, as her mother had passed away.
I'd like to meet my mother, but I can only do that in the next world. And I'm not going there yet.
By the way, the room was polished to a shine. It will be the basis for gossip among the maids.
His gaze fell on the fruit tray on the bed.
Oh, and they didn't forget about that.
I quickly sat down and tasted the grapes, which were plenty.
Sweet.
It's not filling, but it's delicious. I love fruits.
My enjoyment was interrupted by the door opening. The passageway.
A white-haired maid I didn't recognize leaned against the wall.
- The Count is calling for you. Hurry up.
"You"? Where's "My Lady"? What kind of way of speaking is that? You can tell by her clothes that she's a servant, but she probably thinks she's a noblewoman. Ilissa has spoiled them here. But right now, it's more important to find out what that asshole wants from me, so I'll leave it to Karina.
- Karina, teach her how to talk and behave in front of a lady.
- Understood, Miss.
She took the brat off into the corridor. The white-haired girl's face clearly shows that she doesn't quite understand what's going on.
Bloody Lord, they won't even let me eat. Well, Count, I hope you called me for a normal reason.
***
Knock-knock.
- Come in,- a deep male voice said from behind the door.
The door opens.
In front of me is a blue-haired man in his mid-forties with gray roots, shuffling through some papers. He doesn't even bother to look at me. Maybe it's for the best.
I walked to the middle of the room. It smelled of coffee and paper. Hm-m, strange, I thought it would smell of rot. I'm looking at a sitting rot. You're good at disguise, man.
- I heard you scolded the maids,- he said dismissively. Arrogantly. Snobbishly. Anything but approvingly.
Ah, they complained.
-Is that true?
So what? Everything is right.
- Yes, I did scold them. Well deservedly.
Finally, he put down his papers and rested his head on his folded arms.
Yes, he won't have anything to say. He won't stand up for the maids. The Count doesn't favor his workers, and I don't understand why they haven't left yet. Perhaps there's a contract involved.
The next moment, I heard a nasty voice.
- Appreciate what you have, because everything can disappear at any moment.
Huh, he got away with it. No one doubted it. Just say some philosophical shit, and then think about it.
For God's sake, take these fools away. I'll put an ad out for normal people to work. People like Karina.
- Of course I appreciate it, Count, -I paused for a long time, trying to figure out the limits of what was available, - but know that I can say the same to you.
While he's analyzing what I said, I'm fading away.
— What, wai-
The door closed after I left. I don't care what he's thinking with his half-gray and stupid head, because the best is yet to come. Wait, dear Vanos. I'll get my revenge.
After this, you need to eat a hearty meal.