Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

I screwed up.

When I first saw the Oriental woman, that was the first thing I thought about.

Annelier wanted to go somehow to the winter tower of Silveria.

I wanted to fulfill that wish as much as possible, but it wasn't a place to go on a day trip during the snowy season. Though I was used to outdoor activities, I couldn't let my dear mistress sleep in the snow, so I postponed it for years.

I heard from Martin of the Enquvist family who visited at the business meeting that there was an adventurer in the Tris branch who would be a "domestic magician" who would take care of himself in a comfortable environment even in the wilderness lodging, and it was a failure that quickly jumped when Annelier's hopes were finally realized.

I resented why you didn't tell me you were an immigrant woman, but if you think about it, the Triswal and Enqvist territories are the most immigrant-friendly areas in the country. There were times when the Empire ruled the north and east, and there were never fewer people mixed with exotic blood, such as Empires and dependents. Mrs Trisval is also a bastard with the blood of immigrants. Since immigrants are not a land pattern that can be seen with colored glasses, it is reasonable not to dare to say that the housekeeper woman is of a different ethnicity.

But that's why we should have checked the woman's identity more closely.

I didn't expect to attract Annelier from the beginning, if I knew that immigrants - also black frontier people.

I don't trust immigrants. I also sympathize with the unfortunate situation that there were circumstances that could not be stopped and flowed to other countries, but many people are greedy for a stable life. If we find someone with good conditions, we'll try to get in somehow. The journey to this country was harsh - the more remarkable it was for the people of a distant country.

Knowing the wealthy and the aristocrats, they use their colored eyes to get bored. What a lot of people can see through such thoughts.

Even though I understood them, they looked terribly shallow and Dennis couldn't bear it.

My father, who was the second son of a branch of the Rovnell family, had no territory or title to inherit and chose the path of adventurers to earn a living. He was a hunter who mainly collected plants and minerals that served as materials for objects and pigments for the main house that produced many artists.

It was the adventurer from the South who chose him as his partner in the work. A woman of foreign origin who took her father away from Dennis and her mother and brought it into her heart to quote - a neutral woman with light black skin and slowly wavering black hair who has a neutral appearance that neither a light bodied woman nor a man can match.

Dennis has never met a woman in person. I've only seen the woman who occasionally visits the Mansion at meetings on several occasions. However, from the state of the interrogation, I could feel that not only my father but also my mother thought the woman was a friend. Sometimes I wore my mother's downward dress.

I guess my mother trusted and trusted me. As a partner or friend of my husband's.

Therefore, that day - the day that I withheld my wedding anniversary a few days later - the two people who went out saying it was a favor did not finally return, and it was quite like my mother's mourning when they were found dead a few weeks later. The wrath of knowing the truth about his father's death from rumours whispered during the empty mourning funeral, which only returned with his remains, is still unforgettable.

--The two fell down with their hands together.

― ― Grasp the flower that means "eternal love" in your hand.

--Heart.

"Why? Why? Why are you doing this?"

My mother, who mourned so deeply, is not forgotten. Afterwards, the mother who lost her beloved husband tended to lie on the floor - she died of lung disease before winter.

--Since then, immigrants - especially black-haired women - have become unacceptable.

"I can't let Annelier meet strangers I don't know. I want you to take it back."

Without hesitation, she exposed the words to the woman and told her that she was a domestic magician who had been named after a slight glance. Instead of eating down without charm, the woman made a faint gesture of retreating after confirming our intentions.

Rather, it was her companions who exaggerated. I still understand that the two men with him are angry. It could be surrounded by this Oriental woman. But surprisingly, another woman, probably an exile from the former Lithuanian kingdom, was sheltering a black-haired woman, judging by the color of her strawberry blonde hair. From what happened afterwards, I learned that not only men but also women seem to take great care of me.

Strange woman.

That was the feeling I had next.

The mistrust of the black-haired woman did not disappear, but the situation was different from any immigrant I had ever seen. Extensive knowledge and sober and accurate judgment, advanced magic techniques, and working in resting and camping areas.

I was particularly good at cooking. I'm sure the restaurant will flourish if it opens. The skill is also good, but there's something terribly nostalgic about it, a hands-on dish that inspires the desire for home.

However, no matter how much I praised it, it was not to be proud, but rather to be honest and humble. Apparently this is the norm in her home country. It is also surprising that the woman is leaving school, but it is still not unusual.

I had never heard of an excellent country in the East with a high level of technical competence and a well-educated environment. I was intrigued and asked, but I found out from the woman's mouth that she was in exile. A country not on the map. Like Lithuania, where the royal government was abolished and a republican system was laid down, there may not be a country left.

I felt like I knew who she really was, even though she occasionally felt it was a little unrealistic.

To satisfy my curiosity - not to mention a disliked immigrant woman, it was nothing but indiscretion. Apologizing, the woman just said, "I'm used to it."

(Are you used to it...)

Perhaps immigrant women of Oriental origin were also often searched for their interests. It would have been uncomfortable.

Me, too.

It would have been a fashionable topic to enjoy as gossip, abandoning the bloodthirsty wife of the Empire and her son, whose baron father ran off with a foreign woman. I was so sick and tired of trying to get my story out of my mind.

The silence that came down on the spot was somehow awkward, and I shook the subject up a little to keep it between. The taste of the soup I just tasted. That soup tastes the same as what my mother made me when my parents were alive and still happy. It was a nostalgic taste. There is no way that a woman who can taste like this can taste the same as her mother is an unfamiliar person. At least he must be a real person who grew up in a real family.

If you take it out and praise it without a pattern...

"Siori!?"

Dennis stood up suddenly.

The calm expression of a woman named Theori, always with a strange smile, collapsed and tears overflowed her eyes. He gave me a handkerchief in a hurry, and he looked terribly strange. It seems that she herself is unaware of the tears that are constantly falling.

However, a strange fellow Siori, Alec, rushed in and hugged her, hiding his crying face.

"What the hell are you doing making him cry?"

You're staring at me with horrible, sworn eyes that don't try to hide hostility.

Hearing the noise, the other two rushed over. Again, the gaze is severe.

"Ahh! What are you making me cry for!? I don't like it so much!?"

Balt blamed me for coming out after taking a bath. On the contrary,

"You made me cry!?"

The other bathroom also heard a scream, and Dennis finally got really anxious. This is because Annelier, who hates things that don't make sense, could jump out naked.

In the bathroom, violent noises and rubbing sounds echo violently, and she pops out shortly afterwards. Fortunately, it wasn't completely naked, but it was dangerous to almost wipe wet hair and see the chest valley without hanging all the buttons on the feathered shirt. A noble woman is too inflammatory to expose, but she's not far behind.

Annelier, who walked slightly, gazed at Dennis with her arms tied together as she checked out Theoli.

"What do you mean? Explain to me."

"No, this is a misunderstanding... no, it's true that I made you cry."

The flag color is too bad. It is a well-known fact that I neglected her. Moreover, there is a consciousness that she has made evil even though she has no fault at all. And I don't know why, but I definitely cried because of myself.

However, I had no idea why Shiori suddenly burst into tears, who barely moved her expression, no matter what she said. Have you exceeded the tolerated amount of patience due to your continued harsh attitude for the past two days? From what I've seen, she's younger than herself, and it's strange not to cry until the man who met her is irrationally cold.

"I don't want to throw it in the middle of a request, but if it's too difficult to build trust with my client, I'll have to think about getting interrupted."

"I don't know, we're both in danger. Now, let me explain."

Clement and Nadia are stuck together.

The air was so tight that it could pop and fly. There was no way to explain it without knowing how, and I began to think that I had to give up and accept the interruption of my journey.

"... um..."

Theoli tended to hesitate to raise her voice in Alec's arms. Wiping her tears and urging her to gently tap her arm while holding her, Alec was dissatisfied, but relaxed the arm she was restraining accordingly. She slipped out of there and pointed her slightly congested eyes straight at us.

"It's not Dennis's fault. I didn't say anything that I didn't like. I'm so happy to hear you say it."

"Are you happy? I don't remember saying that...."

Again, Dennis was confused. I just complimented the soup a little bit.

But Shiori shook her head and laughed.

"No, I did. You said you knew a warm family that grew up in a good family. I have nothing to show you before I come to this country. That's why I can't prove anything about my hometown or myself."

Alec's hand beside him was placed on his luxurious shoulder. Caring, laboring, holding her gently. Siori looked up at Alec. A line of sight that is trusting and trusting from the bottom of your heart.

(Oh, I see. These two....)

--I was told that they were thinking about each other. It's like me and Annelier.

"... there's only memory. Because I could not prove my past with something of form, I began to wonder whether the memory of my hometown itself was in fact a product of delusion. But since Dennis-sensei admitted it... he admitted to memories of his only family, so I was very happy."

I think she cried, and that's why Theori lowered her eyebrows and buttocks.

"I'm sorry, I showed you how hard it is to cry at work."

I lowered my head deeply. After all, Dennis suddenly became embarrassed when it was perceived that he was really embarrassed and apologizing, rather than flattering or mending. Because I finally fully understand how disrespectful I have been to this innocent woman.

"No... I'm sorry. It is true that I have been a lot of evil. Instead, I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."

Keep your head down, too.

The air in the tight area relaxed. Exhale deeply from no one. Everyone who was staring at us was loosened up in their strict gaze. It seemed somewhat unreasonable, but for the time being, it seems that I was forgiven.

"Dennis has caused a lot of trouble. I'm really sorry, Mr. Ciori. It's my fault if I don't take care of my men."

Annelier lowers her head again, and herself again. Theoli seemed to be in a hurry, but her friends finally got angry with her.

Balt hit me on the shoulder.

Annelier and her gaze are tangled. Asked questions - but it seems to be relieved somewhere. Your gaze is softly relaxed and thinned into a slight smile.

I've been worried and annoyed about this mistress all along. From that day on. Ever since my father abandoned his family and died, and my mother became angry and left me alone.

The discomfort with immigrant women - black-haired women - has not completely disappeared. However, for the first time, I really felt that I had to seriously revisit the sense of discrimination that had nested inside me. I'm sure this is a cut. You must not miss it.

If you can accept and digest the painful memories of your childhood acquaintance, Annelier will surely be relieved. You will feel at ease and have a good relationship and welcome a good companion.

Until the happy day comes.

(--You don't mind if I stay with you, Annie)

Even though it's not worthy of me, I can still protect my precious childhood friend and loved woman.