Chapter 2 (1/2)

MYGIP Chapter 2

“Lala, I don’t think that’s possible. They give us a lot of money, and the welfare is good… When will we ever find a job like this again? Aunt Emily worked hard for us. Even if you don’t like it, can’t you just hold on?”

Aunt Emily was the one who took care of us when we were going through a hard time after losing our parents.

She was a fallen aristocrat and a maid who held a high position in the ducal mansion.

When it came to a situation where they had to hire a few maids, she quickly recommended us. If it wasn’t for that, we wouldn’t have been able to set foot in this mansion.

“I know, Sister!”

I whispered softly under the blanket.

I know how difficult it is to become a maid of the Duke family, and how good the salary is.

However, if you knew a terrible future lurks there, wouldn’t it be natural to talk about job turnover?

Sigh, Sister doesn’t know anything.

I want to talk about the novel I read, but… She might think that I’ve gone crazy. Pointing out that something’s gone wrong with my head, Sister will take me to the infirmary.

Hah… Only those who know the truth suffer!

I kicked the blanket with my feet. My sister, who was wearing her pajamas, looked back at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s the matter?”

“…Nothing. Change your clothes.”

“You should get up soon. It’s time to work.”

“Okay… Okay… I’m so bored to death.”

All employees share double rooms in exception to those with high positions such as butlers and head maids. Maybe it was because we were sisters or because of our motive for joining the ducal mansion, for they let us share the same room.

I got up from the bed and went to the closet. The maid uniform is in the form of a one-piece, so you just need to put your body in and zip up. It’s really comfortable.

I put on the apron and stood triumphantly. My sister looked down at my face and twisted my nose.

“Ack! What’s the matter?!”

“I’m just upset.”

“…?”

“Our Lala’s cute face was hurt.”

“…Hmm, well, that’s kind of sad.”

Employees’ mornings start very early. I have to get up at 6 am, wash my face, brush my teeth, change clothes and go out.

Before I eat breakfast and start my day of work, we all gather at the front door as a group and say, “Loyalty to the Duke today!” for motivation.

I’m sick and tired of it.

After I swore my oath of allegiance, I went to the kitchen. I even waved my hand when I saw an acquaintance or a familiar face.

My sister and I were swept away by the waves of employees. I look around.

There was a girl looking at me with terrifying eyes: Lemon and her friends.

“Bring it.”

And guess what I did. I pointed at my eyes and then at them with my index and middle fingers. Seeing that,  Lemon’s face is horribly distorted.

Their faces were quite the show. So why did you curse and talk bad about others in the first place?

At that moment, my sister caught up with me and nagged at my ear.

Alright. Honestly, I admit that the duke provides good welfare. They give me more money on my birthday, let me rest for a few days if anything happens, and in addition, the food that is served for maids are very good.

I hummed as I ate a sandwich filled with meat and a side of corn soup. When my sister saw me in good mood and smiled and asked, “Is it good?”, I suddenly lost my appetite.

This was not the time to be eating. I need to find a new job soon so that my sister and I could both be happy.

How unfair and cruel would the world be if my foolishly kind and innocent older sister became unhappy?

After eating, I swept the hallway with a broom. According to the original novel, my sister was responsible for cleaning Osses’ room, who was the eldest son of the duke, and also the guest rooms. I was responsible for cleaning the hallway leading to the garden and also the room of Isley, the second young master.

I swept the hallways while I recalled those memories. Isley’s room was cleaned the total of three times: mainly in the morning, noon, and evening. If his room was dirty in the slightest, Isley would call his exclusive servant to come and clean again.

It was now around eight or nine in the morning, which meant it was time for the young master to come down to the dining room. It also meant that it was time for me to clean his room.

I went up to the second floor and knocked on Isley’s door a couple of times. Once it was clear that no one was in the room, I opened the door and looked around. I straightened out the blankets, collected the pillows and organized them neatly.

Lastly, I picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and laid them out on the bed.

You bastard Isley. You just take your clothes off every day, don’t you? Maybe he’s acting like this because I’m in charge of cleaning the room, all to bother me!

Why is it that I am reminded of a husband – in the world before I reincarnated – who flips his socks inside out when taking them off?

Oh, I’m annoyed. I hate cleaning. After all, why do I have to clean his room?

This man was the bastard of a dog who killed me in the original story because he was disturbed that I got in the way when they confined my sister. Of course, the three of them killed me together, but it was him who made the final blow.

Even in RPG games, people who make the final blow often gain most of the experience points. It’s this guy who got those points from killing me. You punk!

I should take out the hanger and hang the clothes. I grumbled and approached the closet. Just then, something popped out of the closet door!

“Ack!”

I fell backwards onto my butt.

Wow, my heart almost jumped out.

I groaned and lifted my head to see a suffocatingly handsome face. Beautifully burnt skin, red eyes, curly black hair, and distinct facial features that make you wonder if it’s really human… It was Isley Emers.

Don’t fall for it, Layla. Don’t even think he’s handsome!

“Haha! Are you surprised?”

“Y-Yes…A bit much…”

Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in the dining room,now?

“Didn’t you go down to eat?”

“I was waiting to surprise you.”

You truly are a sincere bastard.

I smiled awkwardly and got up.

Isley liked to joke around. He gave me a cup of coffee with soy sauce, surprised me every chance he got, and even threw something like a fake snake toy.

I still haven’t forgotten that he gave me a cookie stuffed with capsaicin. I suffered because of him for a whole month and even had nightmares. This must be why the maid who used to work for him quit.Isley pouted and looked at me in the face. What- why are you looking at me like that?

“Come on! What’s with that reaction? You’re no fun.”

“Is that so…? Haha… ”

“I mean, you live for fun.”

Please? What exactly are you trying to do? I turned away from that face.