Isekai Majutsushi wa Mahou wo Tonaenai

It's been awhile since your husband bought your mansion. Some aristocrats have doubts that your husband is still using the mansion he bought when he was an associate baron when he became Earl, but if you look inside, you'll be convinced why.

Unlike other aristocratic mansions, demonic props are installed there. Normally even the Duke uses candles for the lights of the mansion, water comes from the well, and many people live like using a fireplace for heating, wiping their bodies with a damp cloth to mislead some odors with perfume, but in the case of this mansion it is all bribed with magic props and nice tools made by your husband.

Not only that, but your husband even allows maids and servants to use magic props. Thanks to the tools made by your husband, especially for laundry and cleaning, the work efficiency has been dramatically increased.

Normally if you buy all this magic props, if you are a ranked nobleman, your house will crumble and even a senior nobleman will have enough money to make your house tilt. Being able to make your own of this, including preparing spiritual stones, is a skill that can only build one fortune.

I have tried several times to suggest selling demon props to your husband, but the reply was not very good. It was about wanting to prevent the technology diffusion of homemade demonic props rather than making more money than having trouble living anything.

We make other places called baths, and we open them to the people of the Mansion for a set amount of time. We were all confused at first without knowing what the use was, but now it's busy with the maids on break.

As the value of your mansion is thus immeasurable, you do not seem to be looking to move the mansion to a more advanced aristocratic neighborhood. No other servants or maids have any other suggestions to make to move, as this equipment may be gone.

Furthermore, the treatment of the servants is quite good.

Of all the maids who work in noble mansions only have enough time to sleep, such as breaks, a good break is also made here in the mansion. Not only that, but bribes are given decent things, and you get paid more than any other mansion maid. Of course servants are treated the same way.

Your husband said that it would also increase your willingness to work if you set up a working environment, but I think you're absolutely right with it. Not one person wants to stop a maid here right now, but so much so that someone feels critical about having a new maid in.

When your husband went up to the Count, we had about two vacancies, so we recruited a few extra people, and there were people who wanted far more than the quota. Between the servants and the maids, the treatment of the mansion here has become quite a rumor.

All the people at the Mansion work hard not to miss this kind of treatment. I can tell you that it is exactly as your husband thought it would be.

For this kind of treatment with your husband's intentions, the people who have been chosen as servants are also among those who can do more work than the crowd, but some of them are not able to use it.

The most unusable of the humans working in this mansion is Lucia. She is one of those people who has been working in this mansion since the beginning, but it is not my choice, but your husband's recommendation.

I thought it was a face I'd seen somewhere when I first met her. I could tell from the way I stood up that I was a noble child, but also from the fact that I was dressed as a civilian that the house either collapsed or was evicted.

I knew your husband had brought you here to be a concubine or something, but I couldn't hide my surprise when he asked me to hire you as a maid of honor. It's not a matter of identity, of course, it's simply a surprise after considering the difference in skill regarding work.

I was honestly against it, but I had no choice but to hire her as one of my maids because if your husband said so, I wouldn't even try to defy him. I saw a tattoo in her face shortly afterwards, and I still thought it had a purpose to play with her.

I hope I shared the job with her, too, but it was hard because I didn't even know the least as a maid. Yet for some reason, your husband called me out from time to time, and it was strange that I was treated almost the same as Elle.

Maybe I was jealous of her on the inside back then. By the time I found out why she was valued, she could also learn to work and somehow dance as a maid in public, and my feelings for her had disappeared.

Even though I married Master Sophie, your husband still tells me he loves me, so I won't be jealous like that anymore.

When the cold was soothing and winter was about to end, I found something interesting when I was out of town for use. This is my former junior, Rosalie. She had no idea what had happened after that because she had left her figure immediately after the fall of the Duke of Dean family, but she seemed to have been avoided only by drowning.

You noticed my gaze, and she came close to finding this one, too. Are you doing another job now because the clothes you are wearing are not maid clothes?

"Senior, it's been a while"

"... you were cursing me as a traitor, but you're being somewhat honest. Did you eat anything bad?

"Chi, no. I've been excited to turn against people since then... all over this city, it's a little..."

Speaking of which, your husband was hypnotizing her like that. Seeing as the magic effect hasn't been solved yet, your husband's magic seemed pretty powerful.

I was usually more annoyed. Seeing her getting so grown up makes me want to wonder what my education was, but I decided to think that it was nothing more than being your husband that made her do this.

"Really... That's right, what are you doing now?

She looked like she was having trouble with my question and leaned over. Did you even get a job that you didn't want to be asked about? Her skill doesn't mean she can be a spy or anything, so she must be in a big whore or something like that.

"Um, it's not a job I can be very proud of for people..."

The prediction seems to have come true. Once again, if you observe her closely, she smells perfumed with clothes that are slightly more exposed to skin for the town's daughter. Unless it's also a wealthy house, the town's daughter won't wear perfume, so I think it's a hit too.

Though temporarily, I thought what a fallen thing it was to let someone work at the Duke's house, but this is also all her fault for taking the former Duke's side. Because if I had followed you here as a faithful maid to your husband, this would have been avoided.

"Okay. I didn't stop you."

I used to be in charge of her education as a senior, but now it's a relationship to an extent I wouldn't have remembered if I hadn't met her this way, so I no longer have anything to ask. When I tried to say hello and break up, she grabbed my arm.

"Something?

"Um, do seniors still work as maids at that brave man's place?

"Yeah, of course. But what's wrong with that?

She looked like she was worried about something she wanted to do, but she looked up who tended to lean over when she heard my reply and decided she was ready.

"Senior! Could you please give me a mouthfeel so that I can work for the brave, too?

No, sir.

She dropped her shoulder gaggling at my immediate response, but I gave up badly, so I immediately corrected my posture and stuffed her over here.

"Please, now I'm reflecting so much on what I've done to the brave! Because I will never harm the brave again!

"It's a problem before that. You couldn't do your job as a maid at all."

"Oh, well, that's true..."

She has no body, no lid. She has stuck words in my response. I saw how she was and the story was just over and I shook my head and tried to walk away, but I made a slightly grumpy look because she wouldn't let go of my arm.

"Let go. Even though it used to be your educator, it's not anymore. I don't have a step-in-law to mediate your work, do I?

"Please, I don't like selling festivities to men anymore and living my days!

It's the end of the line for you, I turned to her in case I wanted to say so. She also had a serious look on her face, but if she was ready to go that far now, I think she should have done so a long time ago.

She still seems sweet, so I'm going to give her one last piece of advice as a former senior.

"No matter how many times they say it, the answer is no. He would be unlikely to be hired at a noble mansion because he served the former Duke, but a wealthy merchant's house would have found a job as a maid of honor. And yet your inability to get a decent job is the reward of your previous self-depravity."

"Oh no..."

"It's not too late now. Do whatever it takes, be it a servant or a servant woman, and be more skilled. There are already people like you who can't use the mansion, so we can't put any more strain on them."

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"Is that enough? I haven't had enough time to talk like this for a long time."

I shook off her arm and walked out to buy what I wanted. I feel her resentful gaze coming from behind, but I walked away without ever looking back.

I went back to the mansion after shopping and gave your husband what he was asking for. Your husband seemed to be doing magic research as usual, and he was still writing complex letters to his desk.

"I'm sorry, let me go all the way to town to buy it"

"There's no way it's annoying if your husband wants it. Please let us know at any time."

I returned that as usual, but your husband stopped working and turned me around to see if I felt sharply different from everything else.

"Something seems grumpy, but what's wrong?

"No, it's nothing..."

"Really?

Your husband looked unconvinced, but he seemed to believe my reply for now. The parting attitude Rosalie showed me was just what crippled my eclampsia, but it seemed to have gone so far as to get your husband noticed.

But fu, my husband's desire to learn about her and what if he was worried about her sprouted, and he wanted to see what your husband was willing to do.

"... Um, do you have any idea who Rosalee is?

"Hmm? Rosalie...... who was it"

Your husband seemed to forget about her and was desperately trying to remember the idea. After all, it means that she was, to your husband, not enough to take. Your husband feels sympathy in unexpected places, so I thought you might care about her, too, but apparently she was worried.

"No, it was a mistake."

"Well, I hope so."

Your husband turned to his desk with a surprising look on his face and was about to resume his research. But I stopped fumbling, started fishing on my desk like I was looking for something, and took out a certain box.

"I just wanted to give you something."

"Is it to me? What is it?

When I received and opened the box, there was one ring inside. Spirit stones are fitted instead of gems, but the overall design was a great thing.

"Um, is this...?

"Sophie gave me forgiveness, too. It can't be done publicly yet, but it's an engagement ring."

When I heard your husband's words, my breasts were full. Your husband took the ring and put it on my finger. It fits perfectly to the size of my fingers, and I knew perfectly well that it was made for me.

I accidentally hugged your husband, who, in a slight panic, gently embraced me back.

"Oh, thank you..."

When I said it in a voice that was about to cry out now, your husband gently laughed and stroked my head. I accidentally spilled tears with so much joy, but it was so full of joy that I couldn't even afford to wipe it off.

"Don't show off too much, okay? Wait till Sophie gets pregnant."

"Yes."

When I smiled back at your husband with the utmost smile, he smiled and mouthed me after looking unexpectedly. I forgot to work for a while as it was and enjoyed a sweet moment with your husband.

I'm going to give your husband my best tonight.