"Welcome home, lady."
When I returned to the Duke's house after a really tiring pageant, my butler stood in front of the front door.
Luke Flores.
He is fourteen years old if he is as declared by himself.
He's just a little taller than me, a silver-haired, green-eyed boy. The hair is long and bracketed in one behind whether it is disturbing or not.
He always wears black butler clothes paid for by the Duke's house, but despite the age of fourteen, his uniform looked so good that he couldn't beat the Butlers of the Song.
I've been wearing it for five years now, so I'm probably used to seeing it.
He lost his parents to an epidemic disease and was no more than himself. Five years ago, he was even expelled from the house where he lived.
Since I stumbled across him going down in front of the mansion on a cold winter morning, he's been working here, as my exclusive butler.
"I'd love some tea. Will you make Jasmine's white tea?
"... Yes, sir."
Luke bowed his head beautifully when he gave the order without gazing.
Silver hair shakes. Luke, with his face up, still had a very cute face, though growing from the first time he saw it five years ago.
I thought I could pick him up because he looked neat as a young man. That's just it. If he was scrupulous, he would have left it there.
By that time I had been diagnosed by my father as' it was time to choose a dedicated butler '. But every butler in the mansion is old, and he doesn't like his face.
If you're going to wear a dedicated butler, I'd prefer someone with a preference face. He was the one I stumbled upon where I thought he was.
"Can you be my butler and swear to serve me for the rest of my life? I will not allow you to disobey any of my orders. If you can swear it, I'll pick it up from the bottom where you are right now."
Speak to him as he falls to the ground with a grin. He put on a thick coat, looked down at me, distorted his face, shaking his lips but spinning his words.
"I swear. So... please help me."
"Fine. Then from today on, you're mine."
That's how Luke became my butler.
He's my butler and mine. If I tell you to die, you will die.
I'm the one holding on to his biocide.
I take that for granted, and Luke accepts it.
'Cause if it wasn't for me, he'd be dead for sure. I picked up that life, so you can do whatever you want with the rest.
To me, Luke and I are such beings.
Naturally on the side. It's unacceptable not to be here.
I must be prepared ahead of what I want and always be satisfied.
That would be the mission of those who were picked up.
Yet...
Luke was always freaking out and staring at my complexion because he was afraid of the presence of me.
Excellence is excellent, but that attitude makes me angry.
He couldn't forgive me for acting as if I was something I was afraid of, and I was hitting him with every thing.
And even today.
I just said I wanted a cup of tea, but he was shaking my body, and I opened my mouth to scold him, as usual.
"You. Hey."
"Hih!"
Luke flatters his body with a victory. He turned away from me and said, "Excuse me, excuse me," repeatedly apologizing.
"Huh?"
Seeing that look, for the first time, I realized something strange.
I've never raised my hand against him. Yet how can I have to be treated like this? This is as if, from day to day, he is also wielded by violence.
Impossible. 'Cause I'm the benefactor of his life, and he's the kind master who even gave it to work.
It's being nostalgic, being loved, and you can't possibly have this attitude.
But in retrospect, I always think Luke was.
He was more frightened and frightened of me than he had to.
- What do you mean?
I was stunned to notice the fact that I had never even noticed it before.
That's how I remembered the words of Wilfred, the second prince I had just heard.
"I'm sorry I'm not the best, arrogant, shitty woman"
"Huh!"
I accidentally bit my lip. You've bitten too hard, blood seeps in.
"Li, Master Liz?
Usually, I guess I was concerned that I was suddenly silent when I bumped into words violently with cancer. Luke talked to me without fear.
"Er... what happened? You don't feel so good, do you?
……
Wouldn't I shut up if I didn't feel bad?
For a moment, I almost said it back like that, but I'll put up with that, too.
Not if you're dealing with Luke right now.
I shook my head to get back on my mind and I could tell Luke.
"... nothing. Anyway, bring me some tea. That's all. Oh, yeah. What about your father and your mother? I'd like to say hello home."
"... Your husband is with your wife today for a tour of the territory. I thought you'd be back in a few hours."
"Well, you can go straight back to your room."
"Yes, I'll let you know if you come back."
"Please."
Luke openly comes up with the 'what's wrong' face. Are you trying to say that I'm always angry?
Though I felt bad, I didn't say anything more, I went back to my room and called the maid to get dressed.
Think of it as blurry while you finish paying for people and drink the tea Luke has made you prepare.
Luke was obviously scared of me.
Until now, I've only recognized that it's depressing to just look at my complexion, but could it be that his attitude is like that, because I'm a lousy woman?
"If so... I have to change this too"
In return for Prince Wilfred, he decided to become the perfect courtier. We have to change everything that seems relevant. No matter how hard it was.
I'm not going to end up being insulted by that man.
"But I don't know what to do..."
Although I have intentionally seen that I will change it from who I have been before, I do not have a specific strategy.
I don't know how to change my attitude towards Luke, either, and in the end, I remain immobile.
"... we'll talk to Al tomorrow"
Let's be honest and ask what was wrong with me.
He told me he didn't care if I said weird things. On the contrary, he even told me that if it was strange, he would point it out.
Let's believe him, Al.
"Right. I'm in a hurry, but if you're going to act, it's better if you ask."
To tell you the truth, tell Luke right now, "You're not what I've been!" I want you to say it softly.
But I know that's wrong, so I thought I'd wrap it all up and ask Al tomorrow.