The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Help with housekeeping at the Mansion," he said.

Bright morning.

Having forgotten the role of camouflage in Lucas' territory visit, Irene, who had a good meal and enjoyed throwing pillows with Elma, opened her cat-like eyes to the words she was told to change.

"No, I can't believe I helped you. I just want you to show the maid's skill, which I polished at the royal castle, to the unstoppable servants of my mansion and" guide "me."

Whoever walked into the Guest's room in the morning was Deborah.

As soon as she realized that Lucas had gone out with the horses in the morning, she abandoned even the feelings she had so painstakingly maintained, so she boarded up with Irene and the others.

Deborah continued with a mean smile on her puffy face.

"Hey, this is for you, too. I mean, no matter how many players His Highness is, it's not a good idea to spend the night alone with an unmarried daughter. Oops, even if those glasses are with you, there's no excuse for that. If I see you working as a maid here, I'm sure the surroundings will be relieved." Oh my God, did you just bring me here as a servant? "The point is, it's camouflage."

In fact, Lucas and Irene's boyfriend setup is camouflage, but I can't explain it.

Deborah caught more and more of her lips as to how reactive she was and how frightened she felt when Irene hesitated for a moment.

"Hey, I've been thinking hard. If you were maids from King's Landing, I'm sure this would be before breakfast. Come on."

That's what she threw at me was a piece of paper entitled "Request List."

It says that this is the kind of work that most customers don't ask for, from picking up beans to laundry and floor cleaning.

The next time Irene raised her face, she glanced straight at Deborah.

"I refuse. I'd like to pay you back, but I've done more than that. We are going to Thanksgiving City after this. If you insist, please pass His Highness."

He has a strong feminine attitude.

However, Deborah, a type of person with a strong identity, replied with a faint nose.

"Well, to the city? I wonder if I'll have a date with His Highness. Besides a little favor from the lord's daughter, who rents a sleeping room? I wonder if that's the attitude of the maid of the King's Landing today, no, the daughter of the Baron's."

"Well, it doesn't matter now whether it's the King's Capital or the Baron's."

"It matters a lot. Well, Baron Neumann's daughter despises Uncle Frenzel's daughter!

No, so...

Deborah blocks Irene's efforts to speak calmly with arrogant and lofty rhetoric.

When Elma, who had been standing beside Deborah, stepped out unexpectedly to bring out the identity difference, a maid with Deborah spoke secretly to Elma earlier.

"I'm sorry. If you're a young lady, you're jealous because your customers are so beautiful."

"Are you jealous?

"That's right, what you look like, right? I know you're a scumbag, and your pride is twice as high, so do it well and get caught up in a good-looking girl or harass her. Thanks to this, all the young and pretty servants have quit."

Well, it's just the peak of the harvest, and I'm sure their families are alive.

The spilling maids are certainly as old as Elma's mothers.

The presence of the lord's daughter is probably close to the leader among the maids, but as she affirms her husband as a "scum", the relationship between the employer and the employee in this mansion seems to be quite broken.

"The more you disobey, the worse it gets, and the more wisdom you work, the more you obey. I wish I could help you, but I'm sorry, honestly, we don't have enough men. I just need you to do it right."

The maid is comfortable telling Elma if she expects the same civilians to come out.

Still, it didn't seem like I was going to reach out to this situation.

Her face, which seemed to be a nice face, had a cold expression that seemed to have given up everything on her husband.

Beyond his gaze, Deborah finally filled Irene with words, trembling his saggy jaw.

"Oh, shit. It really sucks. I don't know what the Baron Neumann family looks like, but it's enough to raise such a lowlife daughter, I guess. Stop high because you are a maid at the royal castle. Do you think it would be a pity to show off that technology for a poor daughter of your age in the surrounding area?

So...!

"Yes, sir."

When Irene finally tried to argue with the frustration in front of her, she heard a groaning voice like water.

For a girl, the sound is just a little low and pleasant to the ear.

It's Elma.

She was supposed to be a maid without glasses. She told Deborah in such a beautiful manner.

"With all due respect, Earlier, Deborah said," You, maids from King's Landing. "In other words, this is not harassment against Irene, but just to see how we - me and Irene - do our daily work."

"... fu, huh. That's what I've been saying."

Of course, Deborah wasn't interested in the glasses maid, but she was pressured by Elma's releasing temper and nodded to match the Tsujitsu.

"Of course, I'm going to ask both of you. Well, either way, it doesn't matter to you -"

"Now, let's start with me and Irene."

"What about it?"

Deborah turned her suspicious gaze to Elma, who cut herself to pieces with a low posture.

"Excuse me?

"So I'm going to pick up the beans, polish the floor, change the flowers in the vase, peel the vegetables, change the water bottle for bed makeup, refill the cosmetic bottle, soot the lamp, polish the silver and organize the closet, and let you go out to the city."

Deborah opened her eyes to the sight of the neighborhood with an enormous amount of work without even looking at the notes.

Huh?

"No, don't worry. I don't think it's going to take long, and I think it's really" normal "to give back the accommodation with labor, which is often depicted in classics and fairy tales."

Huh?

Deborah was puzzled by what was said indifferently.

But she finally snorted her nose, seeing it as mere strength.

"Oh yes, that's the maid from King's Landing. I'm looking forward to seeing how far we can go in one day."

And even though I hate it,

"By the way, today, to commemorate the start of the city, a prestigious boulevard is coming. I'm sure it'll be over by noon, so it's none of your business."

I threw up and turned my heel back.

The maid with Deborah shrugged her shoulders and left.

Later, only Elma and Irene remained indignant.

Irene must have fished up her cat-like eyes and spread her hands.

"I can't believe that's the honorable border lady! Already, Elma! Why do you accept such irrational orders? You knew that was harassment!?

Apparently, he is angry not only with Deborah, but also with Elma, who has followed her lightly.

Elma leaned her neck to a colleague who revealed her plump anger.

"No, but that's how Irene looked when we met."

Ugh

"Besides, it is a request that is too modest to be unreasonable, and not so angry. I think it's a case that can be solved by myself in a few minutes."

Eh?

Irene is busy putting pressure on her past work or pulling on her opponent's breakthrough abilities.

After a sudden agony, Irene told Elma with a slight hesitation.

"... hey, I'm a little worried about your ability and your unexpected forgiveness."

"Worried?"

"That's right. If it's objectively unreasonable, no matter how much it doesn't matter to you, you should be angry. After all, the opponent will get a shoulder watermark, and you will be comfortable, but the fact that you are being exploited will not change. In order to do that, you must be angry and resist."

Angry, resists.

Elma pinched her cheeks strangely and repeatedly, and Irene continued.

"What would you do if you bought a fight sold to me? I'm glad you tried to protect me, but then you should be angry with me. Come on, repeat it now! Pumpkin !

Hmph

When Elma followed honestly with her cheeks pulled, Irene finally let go.

"Let me give you a break for today.... thank you, Elma."

At the end, she seems to have a slightly different face to add.

Irene exhaled a short breath and when she changed her mind, she switched from wearing tight clothes - unusual personal clothes when she went down to town - to maid clothes.

"Elma, I'm sorry, but can you really help me? Share your work with me."

Looking around the room, I found a vase decorated by the window.

The first thing she did was replace the flowers and reach out to them, where she made her eyes shine like a prank.

"Yes, it is."

Take out some of the flowers from the autumn that were alive, and wrap them around in a dexterity loop.

Two flower crowns were formed in no time.

"What is this...?

"It's a flower crown that girls wear during the Harvest Festival. The truth is, I have flowers for exclusive use, but instead."

When Irene told her in a good mood, Elma stared seriously at the flower crown.

"It doesn't seem like an item that improves your defenses. A tool to clarify the Festival King? Or perhaps it has a psychoactive effect that boosts the wearer's excitement."

"... I wonder if the last of them is still close. Feel festive by putting the iconic flower of the rich goddess in your hair or wearing it as a crown."

I see.

Elma nodded with interest.

"This is how friends make crowns with the same flowers. It's like a sign of friendship."

Raise your face a little to complement Irene.

And then...

"- Really?"

In addition to his thoughts, he stroked the flower crown raised by Irene with a careful hand.

I'm afraid, and then I sniff until I smell it.

It smells good.

And a little murmuring like a hiccup.

"... I can't even put a flower crown on this shelf while I'm working."

Irene, who seemed embarrassed by Elma, put the resemblance and the flower crown on the shelf - next to the outer jacket she had just unfolded - and this time she turned her shoulders around.

"Come on, let's get to work. We'll leave before noon! Let's start by polishing the floors in this room!

As soon as I declared my temper, I screamed at the wind that wound up.

Irene, who covered herself aggressively, lowered her arms, and a polished floor appeared in front of her.

――…………

"How about this?"

The windswept killer held the mop in one hand somehow from somewhere and pushed up the bridge of his glasses.

Thick glass and a smoothly polished floor sparkled in the light.

"I tried varnishing with a little energy."

"What is that!?

Irene slightly lost sight of her work, which was much faster and better than expected.

Shifts are hard to overlap - because Elma mostly works alone - and the speed of her colleagues' work is rumored.

Irene, who listens to it all the time, intended to understand Elma well in the past few months.

I was going to tell her - but instead of actually seeing it, she knew that the shock was different.

"That's right... Well then, shall I put the linen in the laundry?"

"Ah, I've made it a flexible finish, but would you prefer an outer drying or an inner drying?"

"When!? Well then, I'll help you with the skin peeling..."

"I tried using the rest of the sneaky skin to fry the chips, but how about that?"

"So when!? Ha ha! And umm!

In an instant, all work is done at a level that exceeds perfection, and there is no sign of Irene.

When she was stunned, Elma said,

"Actually, I woke up a little early, so I secretly and voluntarily helped Irene while she was asleep."

I told her.

Irene rushed through the notes Deborah left behind and managed to secure her own mission.

"Wow, let me do a little too!

Then she jumped out of the room to replace the flowers in the mansion, and the next time she passed Elma in the hallway, she had already completed nearly ten tasks.

"We've replaced the flowers. Where's Elma?"

"Thanks to you, I've finished picking up beans, refilling bottles and lamps, polishing silver and organizing closets."

"Damn, there's a god...!

"At the same time, the pond seemed to be full of insects, so I stripped it."

"So, God!

The tone of Irene's tone is disturbed by the upset.

Looking at it, like a member of the lord's family, the inner part of the mansion, which had some kind of gloomy appearance, no, even the pond in the garden, shined beautifully everywhere.

"Dazzling...!

"I'm sorry."

Elma is only pale.

With this, their sudden work was successfully completed.

What kind of miracle can you do your job so quickly?

Irene shook her coworker's shoulders and said she wanted to ask her best, but she calmly decided that she couldn't reproduce the way she actually did it.

She consciously changed her mind again and returned to the room with Elma.

"Thank you, Elma. If this is all done, I can't believe Miss Deborah complained about us going out."

With a winning smile, I put my hand on the door knob.

"----what is this?"

But Irene lost her words there.

Because the vase that was supposed to be alive again fell down by the window, and was shattered and scattered on the floor.