I Ran Away And The Reverse Harem Started

Chapter 38 Daniel asked back in surprise. “Yes, that’s how they make sandwiches at the restaurant where she worked. When I try to make a sandwich for the Count, she says it’s too shallow and the nutrition is not enough for a man who works all the time.” “I see.” In short, this huge, bursting sandwich was Rosieta’s idea. Daniel smiled as he looked at the sandwich that looked difficult to chew in one bite. “I’m wrong.” Daniel thought that Rosieta was building a strict wall around the three siblings, including me. I also got the feeling that she was trying to dismiss the five years of relying on each other at the orphanage as something that never happened. At first, it seemed crude, and then it made sense. I don’t know how she made it from the burning orphanage to Danten, but Rosieta’s life couldn’t have been any better than theirs. In the harsh conditions, she would have preferred to get by somehow than to dwell on her memories. Maybe that’s why, whenever the three brothers tried to touch her memories, she pushed them away like a protective mechanism. So should I have distanced myself from her? Just as my mind was starting to become complicated, what she handed to Daniel was a sandwich made with great care. Every day, whenever she looks at me with a sulky face. She pretended not to be like that, but she seemed like the kind of person who doesn’t care about other people’s business. “I will eat it.” “Yes.” Daniel felt a little better. He even felt hopeful. At least now she’d act normal and not run off somewhere. ‘Okay. Let’s be satisfied with this for now.’ The stupid confession could come later, a little later. When that child and I can forget about our real concerns and be fools together. * * * It’s been a week since the party at the palace. That means it’s been over a month since I came to this manor as a maid. And it was just another weekend.I was sitting in the communal kitchen buttering bread. It was a peaceful morning, a far cry from the nerve-wracking kitchen battles Miriam and I had fought a few weeks ago. Well, more than three weeks have passed, but how long can kids who are struggling to make a living remember things like gossip? “Hello. Good morning!” “Oh, hi….” Look at this. Sometimes, when I say hello, there are maids of the same age who respond with a happy face even if they hesitate a little. Should I say that I am glad that not all the maids in the dorm are like Miriam? I put buttered bread in my mouth and looked through the letters addressed to me. Beside me, Angela, who had just arrived, was reading the gossip. “Oh, my God, Rose. Look at this.” “… What is it?” I asked hesitantly as I saw Angela calling me by my nickname in a friendly way. Angela wanted to please me by coming next to me like this whenever Miriam was not around. Although I am not happy with it. ‘I know you feel sorry for me, but it’s a bit burdensome.’ The funny thing is, as soon as Miriam appears, she leaves my side and sticks to her. They say there’s no need to try to act friendly to me, but what is it? Even though I answered insincerely, Angela pointed out a certain part of the gossip article to me with a passionate hand. “Miss R, the mysterious lady who accompanied Count Drunia instead of the saint! Will the saint be abandoned like this?” I was so surprised that a piece of bread almost flew out of my mouth. ‘It’s not a good article to hear on a sweet weekend.’ Angela read the contents of the gossip article whether I was surprised or not. “Daniel Leandro, a newly rich man who was granted the County of Drunia by the king, attended a party held at the royal palace on the 3rd with a mysterious lady instead of Saint Deborah, who was known to be his future fiancé.” Of course, the low-level gossip had to have something about me. ‘At least I should thank them for calling me Miss R.’ Angela continued. “Even though the king had in mind the marriage of Count Drunia and Saint Deborah, the fact that he brought another woman is being interpreted as a move by Count Drunia to avoid the marriage… They say the other person is a mysterious woman who has never been seen in the capital’s social circles. My God, this is amazing, isn’t it?” “Haha, yes. It’s amazing.” I said, trying to erase my nervousness. Angela, covering the gossip paper, chattered. Angela’s topics of conversation were usually not very interesting. For example, things like the maid in our lodgings and the coachman dating, or Mrs. Rosa’s birthday coming up soon. Angela quickly spread gossip around the mansion. What really caught my interest was this story. “Now that I think about it, I heard that a new maid has arrived this time.” “Oh really?” “Yes. I guess you’re not the last one anymore, congratulations.” Angela told me it was a good thing.Well, since I was the maid of this house that had no connections, I had to be ignored and mistreated under the pretense of hazing. ‘I was wondering if I’m getting used to it now… So now you’re going to mistreat someone else? Just like you did to me.’ Contrary to what Angela said, it wasn’t really good news for me. Because it’s not good for me to be bullied by anyone. In the end, I stuffed the remaining bread into my mouth and got up. “I’m sorry, but I’ll just leave.” “Huh? Where are you going? It’s your day off.”  “… sending a letter.” In fact, I was supposed to meet Colin secretly this weekend at the Gerbera Gardens. This is because Colin decided to teach me his secrets so that I can take full-time responsibility for serving tea. As I was tidying up the place, Angela’s eyes followed me persistently. “Hmm, you’re so busy every weekend, you don’t have time to hang out with me.” “You could hang out with Miriam.” I said without thinking, and in an instant, Angela’s face flushed. She said, frowning. “I had a fight with Miriam. There are so many things that don’t suit me.” “What? A fight?” “She’s a bit self-indulgent, and she’s annoying to deal with.” Miriam and Angela were roommates, and I don’t know when they had another fight. ‘Ah, so that’s why she’s stuck with me?’ I looked at her, a little confused. I could have just ignored her and walked away, but I didn’t want to be mean to her because she was still trying to find fault in me. Somehow, the reason she clung to me more for the past few days was probably because of her fight with Miriam. I frowned at her, then sighed heavily. “Okay, I’ll be home early then, and we can hang out tonight.” “Oh, really, that sounds great!” Angela beamed. As if she’s never been unhappy.For some reason, there’s something dry about her face… ‘Is it my imagination?’ I shrugged, watching her smile moodily, like the flip of a palm. Okay, maybe it wasn’t an illusion after all. From that day on, Angela stayed with me on random days, chattering away and telling me stories I wasn’t even curious about. Normally, whenever Miriam approached, she would play it cool and move away from me, but at some point, whenever Miriam came, she would actually cling to my arm. It was like that today too. It was when some of Holden’s staff visited the Count’s residence for a meeting. At Mrs. Rosa’s request, I was selecting tea and teapots for the office. Then, as usual, Angela came to me and whined. “Rose, are you serving tea in the Count’s office again?” “Yes. The head maid asked me to.” I answered mechanically, putting the tea leaves and teapots on the trolley. Even though I was about to head to the office, Angela didn’t leave. “I’m not telling anyone anything, but why does Mrs. Rosa only sends you on tea errands, the Count knows how to make tea. Do you really need it?” For a simple complaint, it was quite reasonable. Because I was also puzzled by the fact that Mrs. Rosa kept sending me to serve tea alone. Maybe it was the way I sang as I swept all over the stairs, but at some point, I started taking on easier tasks like making tea and dusting instead of sweeping. It must have been the influence of one of the three siblings in the house. I turned to Angela, trying to play it cool. “We have guests, and I don’t think the Count should be pouring tea with his own hands in front of them. We don’t want them to think he’s a commoner.” Angela made a dissatisfied face at my words. To me, it seemed like she was dissatisfied because I kept doing easy jobs. “I can ask it with Mrs. Rosa later when she comes. Angela also wants to serve tea.” Her eyes widened in confusion. “No, I didn’t mean I’d like to…. By the way, you also have a knack for embarrassing people, don’t you?” She blushed and excused herself, but I didn’t wonder what she meant. ‘It still seems like she’s fighting with Miriam and taking me to the next lane.’ On top of that, she’d been whispering gossip about her roommate Miriam in my ear for days. No matter what, I didn’t want to be seen as someone who was hanging around and gossiping about old friends. ‘I’d rather be bullied than treated like an emotional trash can.’ I walked away before Angela could make me feel even more sorry for her. Knock. After knocking and entering, I saw the staff with a dignified look and Daniel. I quietly pulled the trolley and approached them while they were in the midst of a meeting. “Green tea. Your Grace.” “Thank you.” Daniel, who was discussing something with his staff, glanced over at me. Although my face was only slightly known to nobles at palace parties, most of the employees in the business were commoners hired by Daniel. Not only would most of them not recognize Miss R as me, but it was unlikely that they would attend a party full of such formalities. ‘Besides, I’d spent hours putting on makeup, and my hair was done up, so even if they did see me, they wouldn’t recognize me at first glance.’ How many people can imagine that the mysterious woman is dressed as a maid and pouring green tea? I gave up the joke, brewed some green tea, and put the tea cup down without a sound. ‘I’m pretty good at brewing tea now. It was rewarding to have special training in the Gerbera garden with Colin. Great job, me!’ The hard work of brewing tea under the guidance of Master Colin in the Gerbera garden every weekend was paying off. I swallowed my smile, pretended to be a skilled maid, served them green tea, and stood up to leave. “Then I suppose we can leave the construction of the café in the capital’s business district to Viscount Bulossen.” “Yes. I think the unit price will be about this and we can leave it to them.” One of the executives said, pushing up his glasses. ‘Viscount Bulossen?’