I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Welcome, Violet."

"I'm coming."

Waving your hand in a relaxed motion shows the marks of the treatment you gave yourself yesterday. The bandage that had just been changed this morning was not dirty, and it was shining brightly white under the sun.

I wonder how many years it's been since I took care of Violet. When Bellows was alive, it seemed quite frequent to carefully disinfect the gauze and replace it with a clean one so that there were no scars after her minor healing. During her growth as a woman, she used a bandage for other than medical purposes and tightened Violet's bones until she screamed. At that time, Marine was still undernourished and weak, which was not the result of Bellows' prospects.

At the same time that Bellows lost interest in Violet, Violet stopped getting hurt. Sometimes small cuts are made, but the acne lid can't be made.

I knew the mother was the cause of her injury.

Violet used to have a number of claws on her arms and back. Sometimes blood seeps and it hurts just by wearing clothes. That's the distortion of this house, the fear engraved in her. The poison that impersonated love still remains in her body.

Violet, who smiled to reassure Marine, stopped to walk away with the car she was sending and put her strength into the hands tied to her stomach. The more broken his heart, the more beautiful he is as a glassmaker. This is so stunned, it's freezing, with no temperature.

Now, the haze is still seeping. It means that normal painful machinery is still running. Somewhere in your heart you want to be saved.

(Still in time)

The time to reach this decision was too long. There is no regret that we should have made a decision sooner. Still, if you don't act now, regret will end in a mere failure.

We have to do what we can now.

× × × ×

Walk through the unpopular hallways with cleaning tools. Prepare for lunch or take a break to finish your morning chores at a time when few people pass each other off. Violet's room and bathroom have been cleaned and laundered. The cracked mirror is being removed and a new one is being repaired.

Normally, I look for work by switching to equipment checking or cleaning the entire house. Or wash dishes and garbage with the help of Cissy. From sourcing ingredients to cooking, only kitchen staff can complete it, but other chores can be divided appropriately.

In the direction of Marine, there is no kitchen, no Violet's room or servant's lounge space.

On the way is the old study, which is never opened in the absence of the LORD.

The keys were taken out of the control room. I replaced it with the right key for the blink of an eye, but now that there is no one to use it, there will be little danger of it being discovered. If it was an office, Old's absence or absence would be under strict security, but the study is a place where anyone in this house can get in and out. But when Bellows was alive, it was locked, and Old is spending most of his time now, so he's the only one who gets into this room.

Marine with Violet has never even had a chance to pass. The Violet side and the side that came with the other three are blocked by invisible walls. As much as I don't want Violet involved, the servants on the other side don't trust Marine. There are many boundaries in this house made up of tacit understandings.

(... good, there's no guard.)

I stood in front of the door of the study only naturally so as not to become suspicious of my behavior. I noticed it when I worried about my surroundings, so I opened the lock and slipped inside with the flow.

Heavy construction with large windows and books on one side of the wall. Does it remind him of Old somehow because he uses it, or did he adapt it to his ease of use? Marine doesn't know what she used to know, though. A clean room with no dust. Someone must have taken care of it recently. I brought a cleaning kit in the camouflage, but it doesn't seem to be working. Thanks to you, I can focus on what I'm looking for.

"In any case, there are a lot of them...."

I was getting tired of the number of back covers that filled the walls before I started. Apparently, many of them are like books, so it doesn't seem to be possible to confirm them.

(Yuran... Kuglus, it should have been)

Marine came to this room to find a way to contact Yuran.

I heard the cleaner in this room talking to someone else before. Now that I have a new address book, I'm going to serve somewhere in this room. I don't know what it is, but if there is a system of aristocracy with strong horizontal and vertical connections, or a social world, there is no wonder that there is something like a roster.

Don't make as much noise as you can, don't touch anything extra, and quickly trace the back cover.

"... there it is"

It was too easy to find, more easily enough to applaud. A place with a viewing door in a picture of a bookshelf. A new book at the end of the last row lined with thick history books. Perhaps there is an address book of the past, the top end is already too worn out on the back cover, and there is a danger that it will collapse if touched.

I was also alert to the keys on the bookshelf itself, but it was easy to open it because the rooms were closed or just a little heavy.

Reaching out, the weight imaginable from the thickness rests on Marine's palm. The smell of paper and ink that was floating in the closed room was released and dispersed indoors.

…………

What we're going to do is the area that servants shouldn't rape the most. This is the worst way to trample on the trust of the landlord and take advantage of his position of being entrusted with the house. You'll make a bad impression on other servants, and you'll crush your pride. Above all, as a human being, you will be guilty.

Neither sin nor punishment is terrible. You don't regret what you've done.

"Forgive me, Violet."

I'm sure he'll regret it if he finds out. If you let Marine commit a crime, you might cry.

"Hah...."

Your crying face behind your eyelids is shaken with a loud exhalation. At the same time as I opened my eyes, the guilt of the shard disappeared.

Everything Marine wanted, Marine decided to do. It's nobody's fault, not nobody's.

I just want to see your happiness with my own eyes, my self-satisfaction.