"Uh,"
"I'm sorry."
Donna, who had braided her brown hair to wait on Karen instead of Nancy, was still young. He was only a year older than Karen, so he was generally in a position to learn the work by doing errands. Karen was about to ask when Nancy was coming, but soon she sighed with forgetfulness and closed her mouth. The time is in a muddle.
"It's okay. I'll wet your brush first."
I can't believe Donna with clumsy hands came here. Looks like you've got a lot more work done thanks to your army. I miss Nancy already. Was the meeting with Evans this long? It is a bothersome schedule for Karen, who knows the end anyway. If Evans does whatever he wants and people rush in, the Hayer land cannot afford the number. In general, a decade-long project is carried out in a matter of months by Evans, who has already captured the surrounding area, and the lack of taxes has gone bankrupt and has all the rights of Haier.
It's vicious. Karen closed her eyes.
I don't feel much anger at Berdick Evans. It's just an admiration that you're pretty fast with your hands. Seventeen-year-old Haier Karen. Everyone sees her age, but she's an old woman who's gone through 100 years. Nevertheless, it is not an empty word to know all the ways of the world.
One hundred times a year at the age of 17 cannot have more lofty knowledge than scholars who make great discoveries. It's a matter of birth, of the environment, of effort.
It's a matter of fact between men and women, but that kind of business is another matter. After decades of doing the same thing, he stopped his father and tried to sabotage his business, but the best way was to give up the area and later put pressure on Raymond. So far, Karen's revenge has been that way after all.
There were times when I tried to protect Haier from the pressure of Evans. It's useless to pass this life, but it's not that pleasant to think that I'm losing my share.
"How many people came from Evans Street?"
"Well, there's... there's Verdick Evans, your daughter, Icela Evans, three experts, two servants, one maid. The experts also brought in one servant each, and there are two dedicated horsemen."
"You have a big mouth."
"Yes."
"It must be hard."
"…yes."
Donna did not hide her hostility. At the moment, I felt a little uncomfortable, but I knew it was awkward that she was not the maid of Raymond's mansion who didn't show her feelings well, and that it was not Nancy's response to her mother's care.
Yeah, these maids and servants are all Haier people. And Evans is the one who wants to take over this family. No wonder they were born and raised in this land.
"I do three times as much work as usual because there are only five people who need to pay attention as guests. I can't sleep for less than three hours these days. Do you know when you're leaving?"
"Well, I hope I can leave soon.”
They won't disappear until they take over this family.
Dip your face in cold washing water and realize that the day has begun again. It's still dark. Karen, who stayed up all night the night before, suffered from the fatigue that came upon her. I thought it was painful enough to die, but soon the expression was considered ridiculous. It is extravagant to complain that the murderer is tired to death.
"Who's holding Isela's market?”
"It's Sera."
Donna replied with a very bad face. The expression is funny.
"How's it going?"
“…….”
"Why, be honest."
Donna grumbles with a sullen face when she speaks with a slight smile.
"He complains that the meal doesn't suit his taste."
"Well."
Actually, that's true. Karen agreed. Due to the inconvenience of transportation, high-quality food materials do not come in, and most of the land's main crops are ornamental trees, which are not suitable to enjoy meals.
Moreover, because of the greater emphasis on handicrafts such as wood crafts than farming, not only ordinary people but also the family of Yeongju have a strong meaning to simply satisfy hunger. To Dae-ho's youngest daughter, who only enjoyed the luxurious Sanhaejinmi, this place must be torture.
"He was slapped because he didn't take care of the clothes he brought."
"Such a thing."
"Aren't you arrogant? He's from the working class like us."
After all, I'm not happy that you're the same as me. Karen just laughed. Evans wants to have Haier and we can't stop him. What does it matter if we laugh at him? Looking at Karen, who remained silent, Donna found herself presumptuous.
"…I'm sorry—I was presumptuous."
"What? In the presence of God, man is not equal after all.”
maybe
"No, even in front of God. Unlike me and Isella. You're a valuable person."
After all, just status. It doesn't have the great land of duke, count, baron, etc. Judging from the standards of the world, Evans is more influential than any other aristocrat, so it is absurd to compare him to a maid like Donna. In terms of financial strength, he is several times higher than Haier.
Donna emphasizes the difference between Isella and Karen on Karen's soft face.
"Still! It's different. You were blessed by God.”
That you were born to be the most blessed woman in the world? Karen snorted. Why do you take such words seriously?
Donna looks at Karen with envious eyes.
"Your beauty is a blessing."
"Uh-huh…"
Since he has been raised from embarrassing compliments all his life, why should he behave like that? Karen became confused at the thought of Karen in the story.
He must have grown up in those eyes and expectations all his life. Then, it will be natural for you to dream like that.
It's a blessing that even the gypsies on that street can do. The celebration of birth was of little significance in the city. In Karen's case, however, her striking beauty has become a good talker and sacred to the country people.
Dulan can't be seen by a girl who's been praised all her life...Karen didn't want to laugh at Karen. In the end, fantasy. In the end, he's like a character in the drama. The play is in the play, and the part is in the play. However, if you repeat the same mimicry over and over again, it becomes ridiculous and cynical.
How many heroine of a novel like Karen dreams of a bright future beyond reality. There have also been numerous texts of primitive desires that are so common that literary values are not recognized, and people who laugh at them. Those who laugh at women who can't control vanity and daydreaming get comfort by showing sympathy under the guise of ridicule.
In the end, Karen has the same weight as Karen, who runs away to find love, and Duran, who laughs at her. But it's a personal feeling, a sense of appreciation for the main characters, and sometimes a long sigh and lament for a given role. But sometimes when I saw people in general roles in the mask of society, for example, those who looked at Karen in fantasy like Donna, I felt nervous.
They only change their clothes, play the same role, and say similar lines. Nancy, Donna, Sera. After all, nothing changes. And then... In the end, he realized that he was also just a doll imitating the character... It's so....
"Lady?"
"Yeah, no. I dozed off for a while."
"I'm sorry I'm not very eloquent. Nancy's vacation is getting longer..”
…that's how it's handled? Karen wondered until when she would be replaced by a vacation. The body disappeared. In a way that doesn't make sense, but to conclude that it's simply an external force, Isella commented on the damage to the body Karen didn't do. I wonder who touched it.
Mate
"Oh, miss?"
"I'm sleepy."
"No! Face... How can I do that on my face?.”
"Because I'm sleepy."
Let's not sink into the sea of thought, Karen. We don't know what we don't know. Then you'll know if you keep experimenting.
"Dona."
"What?"
"If you're having a hard time, why don't you go on vacation?’
"Hehe, no. Everyone has so much work to do that it'll be really hard if I'm out."
Taste again for regret and check the date.
"…time flies."
It's about time he showed up. Karen gives up a short break and gets ready to welcome the male lead. You need to tighten your back, take care of your skin, and get your hair done. To greet him, you don't have to have much money and use force, but you must keep one thing. You must be pretty.
***
"What, when are you coming?"
"Well, I don't know...Take at least two weeks off....”
"What maid takes two weeks off!"
Isela held Sera in a fit of suspicion and became angry. "But it's true," he said, "I grabbed the crying maid and got angry, and soon collapsed tired." Maybe it's because it's that time. My lower stomach is tight. I lay down on my stomach.
“…….”
I got goosebumps.
"I saw it here."
A strange vision. A woman with a decapitated neck. It took confidence to confirm that it was a dream, an illusion. To see a living maid with one's own eyes. But she took a vacation and went out that day. No one saw it, so I said, "I don't think so. I don't think so,' but I get nervous.
A maid takes a long vacation because she feels bad? Strange. She is not the lady of the aristocracy, but the maid of the daughter of a rural lord. His skin color is dark, so it's level is low. Besides taking care of Karen, they send her workers who have to do all kinds of chores because of outsiders like her, just because she's on vacation at a lot of work. It didn't make sense.
I'd like to ignore it, but I'm under a lot of shy doubts. a deep, unrelenting discomfort like menstrual cramps It is a mixture of shameful feelings and doubts that Karen is really showing her clumsy appearance.
Is it all a fantasy? Isela has never been bothered by such a thing. There was irritation and pain in the streets, but there was no such extreme hallucination. Far from hallucinating, I rarely have nightmares.
Even in the dark, there were maidens who always forgot their fear, and his bedroom was full of incense, decorations and veils, promising a pleasant bed. The day after the happy day, better things happened, and my father's business never failed. And now there is only a future left to be a stately lady. But why.
"No…."
Isela didn't want to admit that she felt insecure.
Let's not doubt a happy future. She is the precious daughter of the Evans. There will always be happiness.
"Necklace..."
A neat, colorful necklace with nothing on it. Is there really blood on this? Isela rolled the jewel of the necklace by hand. It doesn't go with such nightmares. The unchanging jewel seemed to promise a calm and eternal peace, but Isela, who had the body, was even scarier when she saw it. It was real that a jewel could die at any time even if it were eternal.
"There's something wrong with this land."
"What?"
"Don't you feel it?”
“…….”
What am I supposed to tell the maid here maid? Seeing Sera's face mixed with doubt and irritation, Isela stopped the quest. Something's strange, but it's hard to tell because the maids here are not their hands and feet. Even that 'something' is hard to grasp. Kick your tongue and close your eyes.
What the hell is this place? I'm going to be the owner of this place, is it okay? Is it okay to ignore this? Where the hell do we start right now?
"Mr. Icela Evans."
"Huh?"
"I got a telegram from Lord Raymond."
The idea of a maid was pushed to the other side of the darkness, and Isela was delighted and snatched up the letter to read the telegram. And he made a face of tears.