Jilbell Butler
My beloved loved me, it's my name.
Marianne Edwards
My beloved.
Three women in the Count's house. It was around the age of thirteen that I met her inheriting her famous blood muscle.
Neither my father nor my mother, who was a junior, was already in the world six years before that. My mother died ill and couldn't even buy medicine, and my father lost my mother and then turned himself into a self-inflicted self-inflicted self-inflicted self-immolation, trying to chase her and kill herself.
Three years lived like a wild dog, and then three more years came begging, color, stealing, whatever.
He looked narrow to see, looked and looked sympathetic, and surely deposited it in the spill as long as he aimed precisely at them.
Wearing clothes that seemed elegant and colorful to see, and whispering them with a perceived smile with the words they wanted and the attitude they preferred, even overnight the nostalgia was greatly moisturized.
If I broke into a house with a diminished sense of self-defense to see it, I wouldn't have had any trouble with the gold or... sometimes the bedding.
And it was at the thirteenth time that I learned the art of hiring many servants, dressing them up like servants hired in middle-class, upper-class houses with a lot of people in and out of them. Stealing only items that were clearly not expensive, that were no longer painful or itchy for that class of human beings, would have been less noisy and of good value in the lower class. Most importantly, some foolish masters who confirm nothing were sometimes paid the price, meals, and rewards as they were.
As such, it was late at night when I tried to return to my lower city with my possessions to live that day.
Looking up, something like a cloth drooped out of the window behind the large mansion for a long time, relying on it for a girl to try to escape from the tall window of the house. I also thought for a moment it was a fellow thief, but the girl had nothing and remained dressed. He conveyed the tree as he was accustomed to, coming out to the outside of the fence.
I couldn't help but notice the girl, and she called out to me.
"Good evening," he said.
That was the meeting between me and Marianne.
Two years younger than me, she has smiled at me dressed as a strange servant.
I was asked if I would have time if I was free, and he pulled his hand to leave the place as it was. I've been trying to figure out how I can use her to make some money.
She answered without hesitation the question I would ask to be sure one by one.
That she is the three women of the Earl's family who have escaped earlier.
Unlike her two excellent sisters, she was weak until two years ago, so she grew up being pushed into the corner and treated as an excommunication from her family as such.
That even security from the outside is pushed into a lukewarm room, sneaking eyes at night and going out frequently like this.
"But you're the first person I've seen," she laughed.
She opened her eyes curiously when she asked me what I was going to do if I was going to do harm to you like this.
"Is there something wrong if I get hurt?
Yes, you ask me with great wonder.
No one worries about me. She replied that that's all there is to marry you to connect in the future.
If it suits your eyes, such as being scratched by your body, it could be a disgrace to the house or you wouldn't find someone to marry. I was so embarrassed by her. Unlike me, I was frustrated to proclaim that she should be blessed with everything so that she had nothing to lose.
But she already said she was a disgrace to the house. Anyway, he said he's fine because he's not married to himself, he's a person who only wants the name of his house. You still have to smile and answer.
"You are the one who enters into a matrimonial relationship with the Count. I'm sure they'll love a nice side room instead of me.
As I listened to her words, for some reason, she felt far more crippled than herself with status, money, family and home.
She peeked into my face as I thought about her words and how she was going to shake herself.
"Do you want to harm me?
She goes on to surprise me with so many straightforward stories.
"... I don't mind. Take my life, whatever you do.... if that makes you happy for me.
Treating herself as if it were a coarse object, she took my hand by saying "instead" as it were.
"Please take me to the scenery you thought was the most beautiful in the world.
... to date, I have whispered sweet words to many humans, and even whispered them. But for some reason, I was shaken harder by her words than anyone before me. I don't know if that's because it was the last day of my life or because I thought it was the last day of my life. Shaking thin peach hair, eyes, and even a soft grin seeped through her sadness all made her feel dazzled like a backlight.
And then I realized I was holding back the hand of the Countess, who might be guilty of kidnapping if I did badly.
A castle inhabited by royalty and a hill overlooking the castle.
It was where my parents brought me here only once when I was a child. She was delighted to see the castle illuminated by the moonlight and under the castle lighting the lights as small as the starry sky.
"I've never seen anything so beautiful.
I can't forget her grin when she says that and smiles at me. As it was, she was even burning that view into her eyes until it was time for the night to dawn.
And I asked her when it was time to go home. I was wondering if I could bring you back here in three days.
That's the first time she gave me a look other than a grin.
"... is it true...?
He opened his eyes as surprised and his expression solidified as a shock.
I was surprised by her reaction the other way around, but I answered "if you want". Then.
She suddenly distorted her neat face and held me in tears.
worn old, and her tears wet her dirty clothes. I was quietly noticing her crying hair. to herself who wished her happiness.
"It's a promise," she said just before returning home, shaking my hand again.
Then, me and Marianne got to see each other every three nights.
If I noticed, she called me "Jill," and I started calling her "Maria," too.
... It was a long way off and a happy time.
In exchanging words with her, I have come to reveal my origins, the way I have lived and even the work I have committed. It should only be dirty and abominable to the Countess's girlfriend, but she stroked my hair "you've lived hard" without distorting that grin.
How much was saved by that word?
Two years younger than me, she was terribly grown up, and that made her extra remarkable.
Was it her purity or her innocence? I became ashamed of my current way of life in engaging with her.
Originally incorporated into people, he sometimes wore manners, words and other upbringing in his dressing. For this reason, it would not have been that difficult if we had also tried to become official servants of the middle class.
A small amount of money, but I kept working, having a job that I could tell people and only having a viable year exchanging words with her every three days.
"Jill, it's me... I've decided on an engagement.
It was really abrupt of her to say it. If you ask me, I say he's also the second son of the Count family in the neighboring country. She was laughing at me because I didn't know who she was.
"Even though it's really something I decide to be sixteen. But I had to decide sooner, because I might not be able to find someone.
No matter how much she laughed at me for saying that, I wasn't willing to bless her.
Because I already loved her.
I couldn't stand the fact that she would go to the neighboring country, that it would belong to another man, and that the day would come when I would never see her again. I tried to tell her how I felt and opened my mouth but no words came out.
It's only annoying, such as the fact that people at the bottom, like me, have loved her at the upper levels.
I've already told you everything I've done, everything I've done. Even though such a dirty person would not be allowed to talk to someone like her in this way.
"But I'm sure you'll be fine until you're sixteen. We'll see each other later, so we can still see each other.... but I don't even know when my room will be tightened up and I won't be able to see you like this.
I don't even know when it will be a lifetime goodbye.
In a hopeless future of disconnection with her, I also forgot to fix my expression.
"So while I'm at it, I thought I'd tell you and put it down.
Why couldn't I have been born in the upper echelons? Why has she become such a born of an unreachable class? She gently touched my cheek as only such a no-go remorse ruled me. When those thin fingers stroked my eyes, I realized for the first time that I was zeroing my tears. She is gently called "Jill" as she is, staring into her eyes.
"I love you... All the time,... all the time.
She lay her lips on me while I doubted her ears. Forget to even think about it, we overlapped our lips from her and me too, confirming our love for each other.
I wanted to say let's run away together.
I thought I could do anything for her. But there was no confidence, no basis, that life would finally make her happy escaping the Count's house to me that day.
Slowly releasing her lips, she held her soft body tight.
"Four more years...... Until I don't see you again, please... come see me again.
weak, whispering to her as she prayed. I nodded over and over as I cried.
I want to make her happy.
Feeling her temperature, I couldn't stop praying... I hoped so.