Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

"Lord Theodore....."

Dennis calls the family ordinance by surprise.

"... is it really you?"

He worked for the Rovnell family for a long time since his early days. Standing at the top of the Mansion's servants, Dennis and Balt were capable men enough to perform administrative tasks on their behalf during busy periods. And he was a man who had carefully educated the two people who had just come up to the mansion as apprentices about their attitude as servants and their standing behavior from scratch.

--A man who has a lot of trust from servants as well as generations of current owners.

Theodore didn't answer. He shook his old hand with the tea utensils little by little and stared at the tea spreading out on the table. But it was a true representation of Dennis's question.

"Theodore, you must be the one."

--Ten years ago, I visited the Rovnell branch as a messenger from the Countess.

Annelier's query was made by a gentle voice, but she conceived a certain severity, to which silent responses were unacceptable.

It's Mr. Left, Mr. Annelier

After a brief restoration of calm, Theodore gently affirmed the young mistress's question and said, may I clear it up first? There was nothing like giving up or giving up in that state, but it just made me feel clean.

Annelier nods, and he quietly begins to clean up the trail of indestructibility. When I quickly finished finishing the rough phase, I took an upright stance in front of the mistress. It's an incredibly beautiful appearance to be seventy soon.

"... why did you do that? You liked Dennis, didn't you?

"--That's correct."

Theodore nodded. Dennis also remembered that he was praised for being a good student and worthy of teaching after completing all his education and giving him a "graduation". Perhaps she was loved.

"I certainly didn't feel like it. However, I had a direct request from the other person, and I had a huge debt to him, so... I couldn't refuse."

"A favor?"

"... yes. I was originally the son of a painter who ran a large gallery. But my grandfather didn't have the talent to take over the job, so I quickly had to lean to the gallery and let go of the house. That's who picked us up when we were lost on the street. Unfortunately, my broken parents died soon, but they hired me as a servant and taught me a lesson from scratch that was also common in aristocratic homes. And he recommended it to the Earls. I owe it to him."

"... that's why you lied to me about being an emissary from the Earl's, trying to cut off contact between the Rovnells and the Rovnell branch?

"Yes"

He nodded.

"And if there seems to be any interaction, I was instructed to crush it so that they wouldn't notice. Fortunately, we haven't heard from you since then, but I have removed and disposed of the sealed letter from the other party several times."

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Sealed documents for the residence are first delivered to the family order. To sort by recipient. He was using his position to secretly extract the seal from the Rovnell branch.

"You did it."

Annelier groans bitterly if she doesn't acknowledge the apology letter later.

"... is that why you kept lowering your head so many times that I'm sorry for letting you die in a way that involves your brother in a private matter? He said it was a gratuity and funeral money, and he wrapped it up somewhat."

Isabelle said with a flicker. Theodore nods.

― ― It's the left side. If you were the bereaved family of the person who passed away with Master Gerhard, you might come into contact with him in some way. "

"... you want to pick as many anxiety buds as possible?

"... yes"

Annelier suppressed her eyebrows and exhaled a thin, long sigh.

"I hate to tell you this, but... if you want to pick up the bud of anxiety, there must have been a way to seal your mouth. I feel like I'm halfway there just dropped my head politely and gave you a silence fee."

"... I see."

Isabel also agrees.

"Ten years ago, when I didn't know anything, I was just glad to nod. But now that I knew there was a big mistake, I thought I might be sealed up again. So I learned a lot about the time, and I brought Ulrik, who stood up with me, as a guard."

"--That person is not strong enough to be so ruthless for the purpose. If I was going to kill someone, I wouldn't shake my head vertically, no matter how much you owe me."

It's like killing someone.

Annelier truncated Theodore's words.

"I have defiled the honour of the dead and killed the heart of his family. I'm still killing him. Now, tell me. In the name of the murderer of that soul."

Theodore lost face to the young mistress's harsh confession. Drop your gaze with your lips in battle. After a period of silence, he finally raised his face and looked straight at Balt.

"Eh? No... just a little"

Balt was terribly depressed when he turned his gaze all at once. The air came to dominate, but Theodore smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, I'm not Bart. I was instructed to work by Lord Balt's grandfather, Vesel Rovnell."

Dennis and Annelier took a breath, and Balt opened his eyes and raised his hips.

- Baron Rovnell, Lord Weissel. Balt and Dennis' grandfather.

A cozy Baron's room with elegant furnishings and paintings by historical lords and family members arranged on a pale ivory wall. The place was now filled with dark air enough to hesitate to breathe.

Dennis looked around the room he had visited for the first time in months, trying to calm his distracted mind.

It is Balt who is sitting in front of the table. He looks at the void with a sharp expression with deep wrinkles between his arms. The neighboring Annelier stretched out her back and sipped tea with a beautiful finish that gave off a fragrant scent, but occasionally a faint sigh told the intricate story.

- It was only yesterday that the fact that there was someone inside the Earl's house who was in charge of information manipulation.

After that, Annelier gave the Baron a quick horse and forcefully mounted a promise of a visit the next day. It was almost like a one-sided order to visit the next day without waiting for the other person's reply, but the baron-grandfather nodded without showing any resistance.

Perhaps he was ready for this day to come. Dennis perceived Vesel's face as he walked slowly into the room, supported by a servant poking his staff.

"Grandpa! Why are you...?"

As soon as he saw Vesel, Balt tried to squeeze in intensely, but Annelier stopped him and he exhaled sharply, making a rough noise and sitting on the bench again.

Vesel slowly lowered his hips to the chair as he performed a beautiful thank-you with an old and incapacitated body.

"... I was ready for this day to come... but it took longer than I thought."

It also seemed like a bitter criticism if only words were heard, but there was a reassuring sound of abandonment on the part of those who accepted the acquittal - no, they could finally unload their shoulders.

"... you won't deny it."

When Annelier asked, Vesel smiled calmly.

"Let's deny it. That doesn't mean the sin of the pigeon disappears. I won't run or hide."

"... why? Why did you do that?"

I told Balt to squeeze it out.

He was completely exhausted this evening. His face, which always smiled brightly, was full of bitterness, the colour was not as good as the earth tone of the sick, and the neighborhood floated darkly under his eyes.

That would be the case. My cousin, who had been in trouble with me, was deeply hurt by the conspiracy of his grandfather, and of the man who was also his cousin's grandfather. In a way that defiles the honor of my cousin's father, the real son.

"... for you, Balt."

"Mine? What the hell is going on?"

Weissel looked at Balt, who was upset without grasping the true meaning of his words. Dennis took a small breath, feeling as if he had seen a quiet madness in his gentle, grass-colored eyes, which were strict as the master but gentle as the grandfather.

"... next to Dennis is you. Without Dennis, you won't just be promoted to First Aide. You should be Annelier's mate. So..."

"Fuck off!

Balt was intense. He was caught in a hurry as he tried to grab up his old, weak grandfather's breast hold.

"Fuck off! What's in it for me? Why do you have to do that? I don't want that! Is that what you have to do to twist the facts!

Still angry, he smashes violent words and bites his lips.

"Dennis... I wonder how much your other grandson hurt..."

When asked to squeeze out, Balt sinks his hips into the bench and covers his face with both hands.

I was struck by the fact that the mastermind was my real grandfather.

"... sweet."

Vesel laughed, distorting her deeply wrinkled mouth.

"Dennis is certainly the grandson of the goddess. But then... his father went down to Ichii. And the blood of the Empire is mixed in. Compared to this one, Balt, you are still more worthy of Annelier's companion with the Baron's family, who draws the blood of the nobles of the legitimate kingdom."

Balt kept his mouth shut.

"... grandpa"

Dennis's voice, calling his grandfather to murmur, trembled.

"Did you hate me so much? Didn't you like your mother that much? What you've loved so far is - was it a fake one?"

When I was young, I remember being invited to come with a smile full of faces. When I leaned against that arm, I remembered being held up by that arm while saying love.

But was it really neglected? You wanted to keep away from Annelier until you dishonored him.

Vesel looks up at his grandson.

"... I don't hate you. You are also a lovely grandson. And your mother - Diana was a nice girl. The only problem is that you are drawing the blood of an abominable empire. Then I won't be able to mix your blood in the main house. I understand the habit of the main house that there is no difference in identity. But if that is not the case, at least he who draws the blood of the righteous kingdom."

Moreover, if marriage can connect with the Earl's family, the status of the baron at the end of the division will also be improved. All for the Baron's sake.

― ― I understood that there were still many people who valued the prosperity of their ancient ideas, lineages, and homes. But my grandfather didn't think so. I didn't think that was the case with the grandfather who allowed his real son to go down to the city well and marry the daughter of an Imperial descendant.

But it wasn't. He forgave his father, accepted his mother, and loved his grandson, but he neglected him somewhere deep in his heart. and the descendants of the abominable Empire.

Aware of the fact, Dennis was depressed.

His heart is crushed by the heavy revelation of truth that continues yesterday.

"... that's why you used the report the messenger took home to distort the facts?

Ulrik's words were "as if they were in his heart", as if they were true. Some of them might have been suspicious. But scandals are easier to propagate than beauty talks. After many whispers of gossip, the deceptive story eventually became true among the people.

So did Dennis. My grandfather asked me about the "truth" of my father's death, and I began to wonder if it was a mistake. Because I knew the rapport between my parents. But when the baron's servants rumored in the shadows and the funeral attendees whispered secretly, they believed it was true.

"--Did you keep my mother in the Baron's house to keep her out of contact with the outside world?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then why did you leave your rumored servants out of sight and go out of your way to let someone you can trust rest beside you? To dispel your guilt?"

"I got into this at my own convenience, and I have an obligation to do so."

"Is that why you buried my father in the cemetery of the Rovnell family, not in the communal cemetery, where outsiders cannot enter? Don't let my father's colleagues in."

"That was originally a Rovnell. It's only natural to bury them in a family cemetery."

"That's why you put me in the Baron's house, and that's why I told you to introduce me to a distant position in Rovnell so that I wouldn't be exposed to any more shame."

"... because it doesn't change being a cute grandson. I can't adopt you, but if you're capable, you can do it anywhere."

Dennis moaned in an unspeakable discomfort. I was terribly uncomfortable with the attitude of trying to incorporate it halfway through saying that it was duty and love while beating people to the bottom.

"- That's enough, Grandpa."

Balt's hateful voice echoes on the spot.

"After all, you just didn't want to be a bad guy. I didn't want my family to deny it, saying it was for the sake of my family."

Balt figured out his grandfather's weakness.

His grandfather pretended to mourn in front of his family while lying dishonorably about his son's death behind his back. Sometimes I showed my son's anger at "inaction". And in front of his wife and son, he played a caring person.

--I heard that my father had a story about entering the nobility of his acquaintance, but he fixed it and chose his beloved mother. My father was grateful to his grandfather, who admitted the marriage of a different status and allowed him to go down to the city well for his mother, who had neglected the customs of nobility. My mother also looked up to my grandfather as a generous man who would draw the blood of the Empire. Dennis also admired his lovely grandfather.

He probably didn't want to lose his love for his son's family. I have complicated thoughts in my heart.

My grandfather seemed like a family man, but he was a nobleman. It is by no means incompetent, but it is impossible to build a fat network without thoughtful exploitation. The main thing is to maintain the status quo. There was no noteworthy background as an artist, and after all, he was sometimes mistaken for a branch of the family. That seems to have greatly discouraged my grandfather, the ancient master.

But he is a good man with family feelings as if he were just one person. Besides the two late sons and their grandchildren, they were adorable. They also loved him with love and care.

― ― Yerhard's fall and death occurred in the midst of that.

Weissel, desperate for his nobility, used the words that Ulrik unconsciously uttered. Falsifying the accident of his shallow and real son as a heartfelt incident, he eliminated the grandchildren of the civilians who sat beside the Countess, and instead sent them to the grandchildren who were nobles. By doing so, he plotted to raise the Baron's ranks.

However, because it was mediocre, I could not play with more thoughtful measures, and I did not want to lose the respect of my wife and grandson, but I let the strategy be implemented halfway.

However, this strategy of full of holes overlapped by a variety of coincidences, and came to this point without brightness for about a decade.

Dennis stared at his grandfather with a chest ache.

My grandfather, who was older than his ex, has grown older in the past decade. The wrinkled cheeks became even more atrophic, and the yellow eyes fell and there was no light. The back, which should have been straight, is also curved forward.

A decade spent without knowing when his sins would be exposed certainly cut his grandfather's life. --It won't last long at the earliest.

"... now, the sin of the pigeon is revealed. So what do you do? Do you know this fact and still stand in your current position?"

I disturbed my husband's neighborhood by plotting against his blood relatives. In the eyes of Vesel, who asked whether the blood of the man who plotted against him would still be by his master's side, there was no madness of the man who had abandoned himself. I'm just gently questioning the wishes of my two grandchildren.

Balt raised his face and looked at Annelier.

"I will relinquish the seat of Second Underboss to my successor. I'll take it over, and then I'll go to my parents' house and do whatever it takes."

He said that what he didn't know could not remain so long as he knew it was a plot for himself and his parents.

― ― If it's not enough, even if it's ready to self-determination.

Everyone took a breath. Because I saw his unwavering will in his eyes, always laughing brightly, and realized that he meant it.

"I...."

I looked at my cousin and my colleague, who was familiar with childhood and supported my mistress together, and then turned to my beloved mistress, my beloved lover. Her eyes penetrate Dennis straight through.

"I decided to support Annelier for the rest of my life. I'm still ready to do that."

Whatever happens, I'll accompany her.

The betrayal of his real grandfather fiercely defeated Dennis. But if we get over this, we will surely face any challenge. I felt that way.

"... the blue one"

Vassel laughed at Dennis, who had no doubt about it. A gentle smile, not a groan.

"Both of you are really blue. But it's clean and strong."

That said, he glanced out the window. But they're not looking at the garden, they're not here, they're looking somewhere far away.

"--Even if it's like this, I once had a burning love affair. She was a pretty, smiling, lovely girl with white teeth shining on her wheat skin."

The daughter of a homeless people who earns a living walking around the land performing songs and dances.

"I had to give up for the house, but if the vine had been born much later - no, if this era had come earlier, or the vine -"

- I thought there might have been a way to live with "her."

The sound of sorrow and envy lingers in the murmur so dropped.

Dennis and Balt took a breath at the end of a love story they left behind on a distant day.

"Grandpa, you..."

Dennis noticed the complicated love and hate that lay deep in his grandfather's heart and turned to him for pity.

"... you must have been jealous. Me and my father."

I was jealous of the cleanliness of my son, who abandoned his identity without hesitation for a woman. Even his grandson is trying to reach out to the woman he loves beyond his identity and blood.

He was furiously jealous, even though he loved them as relatives.

"... it's not a mistake for Balt or for the house. But you tried to use it as an excuse to drag my father and me down under your own skin."

I went out too stupid to keep my own cowardice.

Vesel won't answer. But I didn't deny it. In other words, that's a yes.

"It's shallow. You must have chosen a house over a lover. You should have earnestly pierced your will to be jealous of your son and grandson. It's not because of the times, it's because of your own weakness."

Until then, Annelier, who had been watching the event in silence, cut it and threw it away.

"At a time when you were younger and less free, there were still people who persisted in their will. My great-grandmother accompanied a genuine civilian with no connection to the nobility. Besides, I got Reese Bett to be the son-in-law of a stray painter. It was 150 years ago, in that old age."

Vesel lay his eyes down.

"... that's right. I have no objection."

He confronted Annelier in a straight line of thought.

"As I said, everything led to the weakness and foolishness of the pigeon. and punish them in any way. But the grandchildren have no responsibility. Please be generous."

Vassel hangs his neck and Balt does the same.

"... okay."

Annelier nodded.

"Weissel Rovnell, I order you to release the facts as soon as possible. However, announce it without sacrificing the Rovnell branch, the adventurers involved, and their two grandchildren. This is the most important condition. On top of that, give the title to the next generation."

"... your pleasure"

And Balt Rovnell.

"....."

"I will not allow you to live in peace or self-determination. I command you to swear allegiance to me for the rest of your life, to perform your duties as an aide, and to marry happily."

"Hah... heh!?"

Surprised by the unexpected nature of what was said in response, Balt shouted furiously.

The indoor air, which had a serious flavour, relaxed at once, causing subtle air to drift.

"... Balt, it's you."

"No, I mean... I'm not surprised."

Annelier calmly laughed at Balt, who made a pathetic expression by saying that he didn't think he'd be ordered to marry rather than stay.

"Even if the Underboss continues, I feel like I'm not going to marry you because I feel responsible for you. That's why I started."

"Wow... I'm hit"

He broke his expression and laughed, then corrected his residence and hung his neck deeply.

"As you wish, my lord."

Annelier nodded satisfied and finally turned to Dennis.

"... Dennis"

"Yes"

"The words just now, no matter what happens, you'll stay with me... I'm so glad. Thank you, Dennis. As a husband - walk with me my whole life. I won't forgive you if you leave me."

Dennis laughed at the renewed proposal, which had become intimidating.

The chest pain still persists. But I don't intend to lose anymore. There are no enemies. If I were there, it would be my weakness. So beat it. You just keep winning.

"Just like I said. My beloved Lord."

- A week later, a document was sent to all concerned apologizing for a serious factual error in Gerhard Robnell's death.

The contents of the document, published in the name of Baron Weissel Rovnell, evoked many speculations. The question of whether the baron, a relative, would really mislead his son and grandson's honour whispered a conspiracy theory by someone who held his weakness, but the truth did not come to light.

However, Gerhard's honor was restored, and the baron who conceded the title to his rightful son soon afterwards entered the Wizard's Register, and a later conversation was secretly told that the Count's decree had resigned because of his old age.

"... after all, grandpa didn't apologize for somehow saying it."

Balt, who had flowers in front of his grandfather's grave, said it was powdery. Complex colors come to mind on that face.

It was Vesel who took Annelier's trial seriously and dealt with it afterwards, but he never apologized to Gerhard or his two grandsons until the end. Perhaps he did not allow the lack of reticence to do so.

- Stupid grandfather's stupid last resistance.

"... that's right."

The wound on my heart is still pus and painful. But I have a life ahead of me. I have a warm future with my loved ones. Over time, the wound will heal slowly.

"But I'll be happy. I'm going to live a happy and fulfilling life with Annie. That's my response to him."

Balt glanced and then laughed loudly.

Okay, that's it.

Look closely at the name engraved on the tombstone.

"--I 'm sure that grandpa will regret stepping on the dough in the afterlife."

After a while of silence, they stared at the name, which had become the past, and then they quietly left the scene.

Snow falls, quietly filling new tombmarks with innocent colors.

--White as if you were covering your sins.