Spoiler Surviving as an Obsessive Servant

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Spoiler: Spoiler: Chapter 15

15

This is the fifth time today.

“Robel, take it!”

I gratefully received a paper bag from a maid my age.

Even just smelling the fragrant smell, the contents were cookies.

Lately, in order to spread the story of the master in a good way, he helped anyone he could see, and he seemed to be getting favors from all over the place.

I thought it would be best to have a large chocolate chip embedded in it, but the blushing girl hurriedly disappeared to the other side of the garden.

'Is there anything urgent?'

I looked up curiously and looked inside the brown paper bag.

It wasn't what I was hoping for, but it was a raspberry cookie in the shape of a flower that was too pretty to eat.

'… … But the same goes for Madeleine. Why are you giving them all in the shape of flowers?'

When I was young, my name meant a flower called Lobelia, so I was tired of receiving gifts that symbolized flowers.

But no one here knows that... … .

Does everyone like flowers? Anyway, it's a hoax.

'After all, people have to live a good life.'

I cracked the cookie I had just received.

The sweet and savory taste spreads throughout the mouth.

But the ending was bittersweet.

'The person I should really be friends with is ignorant news, and I'm only getting close with other people... … .'
is this good or bad

Since the master has returned to his hometown, not much progress has been made.

He was still wary of me, and even tried to help me put on my crutches, but I was nervous.

I was especially offended by the fact that I used crutches better than myself.

'Anyway, it's too good to wear a mask.'

Fortunately, it is recovering because we are in the same space.

'The rest will be resolved later, well.'

He even mumbled the cookies he had been eating with a bitter face.

At that time, I felt another popularity.

"What are you doing here?"

“… … Ah, sister.”

The kitchen maid, whom I can't usually see, came up to me.

According to Rimson-hyung, she was a keen older sister who noticed the number of days she didn't wash her hair like a ghost... … .

'It's best to avoid older sisters like that, not the dull older ones.'

As I greeted them warmly, I hurriedly shoved the remaining cookies into the back pocket of my pants.

But she blocked my way as if I was the one who came here.

“Hey, Robel. Do you have any problems?”

… … Aren't you asking because you know everything?

I was a little nervous, but decided to grab it for now.

“Are you worried?”

“Hmm. It's not. Shall I guess?”

This is clearly a floating fight.

'no way… … Did you know that it was the same woman as a woman?'

She smiled awkwardly and was about to leave, but she asked with a confident look like a student submitting a perfect answer.

“You, it’s because you couldn’t prepare your own for the master.”

As soon as I heard that, I thought, 'Is it even your birthday today?' Thought.

But it wasn't.

In the novel, Edric's birthday, even designated as an anniversary by the Crown Prince, is winter, but now it's early spring.

'… … Then what are you talking about? What are you preparing for?'

He stared at him for a moment, then answered again.

"yet… … I didn’t prepare anything.”

“Boy! It's time to give up!!"

… … what are you giving up?

Before I could properly ask, she grabbed my wrist.

“Come on, I’ll help you on time!”

* * *

Edric looked around the bed with unfamiliar eyes.

When Mabel left for lunch, no one was there.

There were only a couple of servants waiting outside the door.

[Robel-kun has become the master's exclusive servant. ]

It was difficult to see the other servants since the deacon's words with a hint of difficulty a while ago.

Apparently he decided to take over.

At first, it was strange that he easily bit the servants in the room no matter how much he asked, but there were no complaints.

For whatever reason, this was satisfactory. 'cause you're free

Edric stared out the window.

The sky was clear and the afternoon sun was nice.

'It's frustrating... … Let's get some wind.'

I lifted my crutches at the same time as I made up my mind.

He limped and leaned against the window that was only a span of a span.

Soon, the scene of Dencart came into view.

A great garden that stretches out endlessly, a fountain boasting a brilliant rainbow in the middle, and stone statues of warriors exuding a different dignity one by one.

Although it was beautiful enough to be admired, it was a burdensome landscape for him, who had lived in a shabby village all his life.
As he was about to go back to bed, something shimmering in the distance caught his ankle.

Its identity could be recognized at a glance.

'… … This is Robel.'

After eating in the user's hall, Lovell was coming across the garden.

It was easy to predict where the destination was.

It was his room with the best view in the mansion and well-lit.

Although he didn't know what Lovell was doing to him, he clearly understood his routine.

It was the same every day.

He didn't even fill half of his hourly meal time, and he didn't even take a break for the users. He even sneaked into his room at night.

But today, his prediction was completely wrong.

'… … Why go the other way?'

Lovell's footsteps were heading for a place other than the mansion.

The shiny silver back of the head was moving away toward the annex.

Even with another maid.

'… … what?'
Others bring snacks and medicine, so there's no reason for Robell to go there.

It was strange.

Edric gave strength to his eyes, expecting he would come back though.

However, he entered the annex and did not come out easily.

Even though the feeling of his arm leaning against the window was blunted, he couldn't see a single hair.
'… … .'
Edric stared displeasedly at the quiet outbuildings the whole time, then lifted up his crutches again.

And limping, standing in front of the bed on the road, the door rattled open.

"Well. You are still sleeping.”

… … Also, I don't really like that guy at all.

At the startling timing, Edric, who had fallen into the bed, bit his lip.

He was in a hurry to breathe, so he had to pull himself in with crutches. If I got caught by that guy, I knew I would get teased again.

Meanwhile, Lovell, who muttered, 'I think I'm going to pretend to be ignorant of lunch again,' hummed a little.

“Lalarala Lalalala that you like me~ Lalalala Lalalala I love you~”

'… … Another song.'

Edric would rather cover his ears.

That sickening melody sounded like magic.

In particular, when reciting the 'I love you' part, laughter leaked out as if they were satisfied.

He even praised himself for remembering this, saying he was a genius.

'Why do you say things like that for such a trivial matter... … .'

He's really crazy no matter how you look at it.

As if to prove that the thought was true, Lovell kept muttering to herself.

“He came and picked it up.”

“… … .”

“Ah, this is a bit boring. It came and baked it.”

“… … .”
It was a small voice, but it was heard very well because the surroundings were too quiet.

Stupid Robel continued to mutter whether he was ignorant of that fact or was pretending not to know.

“Ah, no. no. came and baked it. Five. okay. It should be like this.”

A crazy sound came out of my mouth.

A guy like that can't get sick. The bandage on his chest must have hit him somewhere while playing a game.

Lobel, who had been repeating nonsense for a long time, heard a rustling sound.

* * *

It turned out that today was 'Flower Day' designated by the first Dencart hostess.

It is said that once a year, she presented the finest flowers that she nurtured with care to numerous nobles.

They did the same to their users.

It is said that at first, lovers exchanged garden flowers one by one, and then changed to giving something that symbolized flowers, even if they were not flowers.

It is said that girls usually give cookies and bread as gifts, and boys give flowers.

For some reason, it was a bit noisy these days that something was coming from relatives, and it must have been because of this.

My hyungs wondered why no one talked about it, but since no one received it, it seems to be a natural taboo... … . For some reason, the atmosphere in the room has been somber since dawn.

Limson hyung, who recently told me that he had kept some kind of man's loyalty, didn't go well with Renee. Everyone was a little worried.
But my nose is three, so let's solve it first.

“Let’s take this opportunity to get some points from the master.”

It was a very good idea.

However… … Why is this sister taking care of me like this?

Why are you telling me to present cookies instead of flowers? … ??

As I looked at it nervously, the maid unnie opened the bag of flour and snorted burdenedly.

“Aaaah, I heard you.”

So… … What?
“You are more daring than you look! Did you know that you are the only one in the history of Dencart who went out on a Dencart carriage and acted like that?!”

… … It seems that they are talking about going out in moderation.

Well, it was talked about in many ways.

However, it seems that this was not the only thing she heard.

“You were even punished by being imprisoned in the top room of the west annex for one day! I can't even eat rice. Even so, I don't express my hard feelings even once... … .”

Recently, he was sentenced to imprisonment for about half a day.

Like Dencart, who values tradition, I couldn't get past the fact that I, as a servant, wore the master's clothes.

The kind-hearted butler punished me with a face that he was sorry, but it wasn't a bad time.

'I was secretly hiding in the master's room every night, so I didn't get enough sleep, but then I drove it to sleep... … .'

Anyway, my sister was still saying something to me, but I was too busy making cookie dough, so I didn't hear the rest.

Thinking of the master who would be alone, he was also busy moving quickly.

I was in a hurry so I brought the cookies I made in a hurry... … .

Before the outcome, I had no choice but to seriously think about it.

'Give me this, don't.'

The pile of cookies on my hand was like the remnants of a giant fossil that had barely been excavated after being buried in a cliff for hundreds of years.

If you just give it to him, he has a strong feeling that he will eat a lot of swearing in return for Edric.

I thought for a moment that it would be better to give the garden cobblestones.

'what… … still… … There is human integrity. Because kids like Edric are usually weak at this kind of devotion.'

I changed my mind because I was careful that it is better to do it than to do nothing.

We've already invested in high-quality manpower, so let's trust that.

Besides, my body has improved a lot these days, so I should say thank you.

But as soon as I solved one problem wisely, the next one was waiting for me.

'then… … What do you say?'

Spoiler: Spoiler: Chapter 16

16


It is not for nothing that gift cards exist in the world.

A gift is a gift, but the word is important.

However, the master didn't know how to write, so he had to say this with his mouth.

‘Let’s see, the most common… … .'

I pondered while tying my hair.

'Did you come and pick it up? No.'

No matter how old 'Night of the Emperor' was, it was a very poor line.

In that sense, I practiced a more moving comment.

“Did you come and bake?… … .”

Dismiss this because it's half-assed.

“… … Did you come and bake it?”

decided on you

I spent time practicing 'Oda Baked' several times.

Perhaps the afternoon was exhausting, so the master did not wake up for a long time.

Then, as time passed, I started to yawn.

'It was overkill by increasing the working hours for the fortress... … .'

I was walking slowly through the bed to wake up and stood in front of the bouquet my sister had prepared with me.

'Shall we take a look at the flower shop?'

Then, while thinking about which flower shop to visit, I just came up with one.

'Oh, there it is.'

Words become seeds.

You say you hate me every day, so it would be better to say the opposite.

I continued to speak, taking off the petals one by one.

“The master likes me.”

“… … .”

“The master hides his feelings for me, it is difficult because my master likes me seriously, the master is very, very, very... … .”

"Hey!"

swish!

I avoided the pillow that flew at me with amazing timing.

'It's been a really long time since I've had a pillow.'

I'm glad in my heart, but the master wrestled and asked me.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Master, it’s not funny at all. You're only in the futon every day, but what am I supposed to laugh at? Or can't you invite me inside too?"

eh?

I tried aegyo on my own, but to no avail.

Rather, he looked at me as if he was young and went into the futon.

It's very consistent. But today it's quite muggy, but it's really frustrating, isn't it?

Anyway, I had to achieve my intended purpose.

I approached sternly, conscious of the cookie bag in my hand.

“I, Master.”

“… … .”

“If you don’t answer, I won’t move a single step from here until you call.”

“… … What."

However, there is one positive change.

This is how he answers my words seven times out of ten faster than before.

I shrugged my shoulders and said in a proud voice.

“I have prepared a present for you.”

I thought you'd say throw it away now... … It was strange.

Surprisingly, he poked his eyes through the blanket.

And I stared at the cookie I took out for a long time, wondering what I was thinking.

I was excited about the reaction and stuttered more than usual.

“Master, master. I made cookies for the first time in my life. Do you know why it was made? Yes, you don't know. I didn't know either, but today is the flower day. Here's the Dencart tradition. Giving people who like each other something that symbolizes flowers. Come on, take it.”

He looked at the cookie with eyes of astonishment as to whether this stone was supposed to be a cookie, and then looked at me with a face that said, “Why did you even ask?”

I laughed hehehe and handed the cookie to the master's hand.

Then he snatched the cookie from him again, trying to get annoyed, and took it away.

The master's expression became more serious because he gave and took away unexpectedly.

“What is this?”

But I didn't care, I cut the cookie in half and put one in my mouth and one in his mouth.

He frowned as he suddenly ate the cookie.

If my body was fine, it wouldn't be strange to defeat me by one shot.

“I will eat well. After all, I like the one the master gave me the most than anyone else.”

It was a good gift exchange.

However, the master chewed the cookie like a stone and went back into the duvet.

Well, anyway, this is good enough.

Anyway, it's not surprising that he's a character who doesn't open his heart to the handsome prince and subordinates.

'by the way… … it's a sub It was time to slowly appear.'

He even chewed the cookie, thinking about it with interest.

First, there was a gnome from the Dencart branch.

'It was around this time that you appeared, are you coming this time?'


* * *


'Flower Day to die of freezing.'

Manellano Stell looked at the ripe greenery outside the window and spit out a swear word.

He embarked on a long journey from the northern tip surrounded by magangite snowfields to the heart of the southeast, taking a full week to get there.

It was a sudden incident that had nothing to do with my doctor.

From time immemorial, Denkart's words were absolute.

However, it is because they expressed their intention to invite aristocrats to their mansion to entertain them this year, especially to foster harmony between the families.

The parents were very happy, but it was not very pleasing to him.

Go and get great benefits.

There was no other interest in not having the Blivan I admired. It had been a long time since I had already completed the interpretation of ancient lithographs, which was an academy project.

The countess looked displeased with the act of hitting the floor with the sole of her shoe to relieve her boredom, but she did not point it out.

Because he had the perfect countess son in the eyes of others.

The Countess, who had a smile on her face, talked with the countess she was facing.

At that moment, an interesting story struck Manellano's ears.

“… … A person who doesn’t know how to write his last name is the heir?”

As if he was bored, his bright yellow eyes flashed.

It was the face of a beast that found a different prey.

“Yes. Only Mrs. Dencart has become difficult to face. Besides, he also threw things at the tutors he got preciously. So, would you like to properly sign the family?”

The Countess spoke in a tone of mourning, but there was a glimpse of remorse.

Her son's bad temper was inherited from her.

“They said they couldn’t use their legs. It is a failure of Dencart in name and reality.”

she said with a snort.

'After all, you're an illegitimate child with no roots."

Then, in his gaze towards Manellano, the pride in his son was clearly shining.

He was already attracting the attention of the imperial family for his outstanding talent in various fields.

Listening to his mother's tickling words, Manellano raised the corners of his lips long.

'I think we can do something interesting.'

When the expected moment came, Manellano first greeted the Duchess.

And they exchanged meaningful glances with cousins of the same age they haven't seen in a long time.

They all had similar plans, and their eyes were full of meanness.

The boys who greeted each other went down to the second floor as if they had promised.

And in front of the tightly closed door, I met a silver-haired attendant who looked the same age as them.

“Welcome, masters. This is Mabel, the servant of Master Edric.”

He greeted me with an impeccable attitude with a very good posture, but to him it was only pitiful.

The owner is called the servant.

He must be a guy with no basics.

Manellano said with a smile masquerading as kindness.

“I have come to greet Confucius. open it."

But then, Manellano was perplexed.

Because the servant suddenly raised his long index finger over his lips.

His expression was stricter and stricter than that of the librarian at the Imperial Palace.

"Shh."

… … What is it, what are you doing?

What the hell is going on, did something happen to Confucius?

Was it the seizures that were only rumored to be heard, or was it a doctor visiting the doctor, or was it the wrong time?

The spirits looked confused, but the servant said solemnly.

“Now it’s our master’s nap time.”

For a moment, Manellano doubted his ears whether he had heard nonsense because the road was too arduous.

But looking at the blank faces of other spirits, it wasn't just his ears that were wrong.

As if he was bewildered, he regained his composure.

'It's nap time... … . Yes, I was brought up from a humble background, so can you understand the importance of hospitality for nobles?'

Rather than greet them with dignity, it was more suitable for them to fall asleep.

He asked again with a soft smile.

"Right. When do you wake up?”

“It is difficult for me to say for sure. This is because the medicine you are taking is really strong. sorry."

The servant put one hand on his chest as if he was very sorry.

It was neat and polite.

But it was terribly nerve-wracking. Manellano is not a person who is accustomed to rejection in the first place.

Manellano thought for a moment.

The conclusion came quickly.

In retrospect, it is right to step back. Even though I was invited to the mansion, I didn't get an invitation to that room.

He narrowed his eyes and chose the lane.

“When Confucius wakes up, he tells us… … .”

"Ah… … . There, Sir Bliban!”

At that time, the servant raised his voice slightly differently than before.

That welcome voice caused a great stir among the spirits.

What, Sir Bliban?!

The leader of the Black Chain Knights, who reached the status of a sword master early on, the Imperial Sword Bliban Cartel.

Isn't it the eternal envy of noble boys?

In particular, Manellano was interested as he excelled in swordsmanship as much as the previous warriors of Dencart.

He quickly turned his head to follow the servant's gaze.

'I left the estate at the duke's call, so I guess he has already returned.'

However, Manellano's hopes quickly faded.

Bliban said that he was a man so bad that just looking at him made his neck tingle, but the man in front of him was just as neat as a water lily.

The atmosphere was closer to a saint rather than a knight.

The servant said in a fresh voice to him, who approached him with a step as calm as his appearance.

“… … No, but Sir Arif of the Black Chain Knights? Hello."

“Yes, Robel-kun. God bless you. This is Arif Breuer.”

The displeasure of being deceived was brief.

Manellano searched for Arifs, who were obedient to them.

'Arif Breuer, the greatest warrior from the crumbling Baron Breuer... … .'

According to his memory, the author was quite powerful, unlike his gentle eyes. It meant that it would be a difficult opponent if even a slight flaw was caught in front of it.

'You can't get into gossip because of something like that.'

Manellano ended his greeting briefly with a smile.

All of these are mlt but will try to post more!

 

I actually have this until chapter 40 so you might want to start your chapter/day after 40. Then you do odd #s and I'll do even #s???

I'll try to post the rest of 23~40 within these 2 days.
(need to find time huhu)