I Ran Away And The Reverse Harem Started

Chapter 39 Come to think of it, I had seen Viscountess Bulossen at a party. My attention was drawn to the table after hearing the sad story of a couple who lost their child about 10 years ago. Daniel shuffled through his papers and answered. “Then I will send a letter to Yvette Bulossen, who is currently in charge of the Senate. From what I’ve heard, the Viscount is very ill.” ‘… Yvette Bulossen.’ After that, the meeting continued. * * * After hearing the story of Viscount Bulossen and his wife, my mood calmed down a bit. Because it reminded me of the old orphanage where I lived 10 years ago. Children from an orphanage in a poor neighborhood who survived each day on a single potato and bland food. Although it was a device designed to establish the unfortunate past of the main characters, each child was also a human being. ‘Just like me.’ In fact, it’s not that I haven’t thought about avoiding death by leaving the orphanage with all of them. However, not only did I not know what day and time the orphanage was burning, there was nothing the 13-year-old from a poor neighborhood could do to prevent the fire. All I had was the ability to wake up the kids from their naps and evacuate the three- and four-year-olds on the day of the fire. “Get out of here now! The kitchen is on fire! It’s going to be a big fire!” The eighteen-year-old orphan, awakened by the commotion, followed my instructions, grabbed the younger children by the hand, and led them out of the orphanage. I wasn’t worried about Daniel and the other male characters, as they were likely to be in a safe place as the novel progressed anyway. The orphanage was a shabby, dusty building, so the fire spread easily. It was when I came down the stairs after going up to the third floor to see if there were any children left. I heard suspicious footsteps behind me. And before I could confirm the identity of the sound, I lost consciousness. ‘When I came to my senses, everything was engulfed in flames.’ Fortunately, I miraculously came to my senses before the stairs burned down and was able to exit the building through the back door through the stairs. However, when I saw the black wooden ceiling dripping with fire and the huge flames, a feeling of fear that I had never felt before came over me. ‘I-I really could have died.’ An indescribable fear has become reality. For a moment, I lost consciousness in the flames, and I realized that if I had delayed, that could have been me. “Ha, let’s stop thinking about the past…” In any case, there was a possibility that the child that Viscount Bulossen and his wife had lost was the child in that orphanage. Even if it was a remote possibility. My heart sank. Then the orphanage burned down and the children were scattered. Maybe they starved to death or fell into the wrong path and became victims. ‘A destined to die miserably one way or another, as for the extras.’ After all, not everyone can modify the novel. Especially extras who don’t have money like me. By the time I finished serving tea, the sun had already set and it was getting dark. “I have to go back now.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and headed back to the hostel, trying to focus on the present to keep my thoughts bright. Did they say bacon and onion soup for dinner? Since the bread I received in the morning might get hard, I thought I should eat dinner as soon as I got back. “What? Why doesn’t this open…” On the way to the dorm, I found an unfamiliar figure standing in front of the lodging. It was a woman standing in a dark place, holding a large luggage bag. ‘Who is it?’ I approached her with a puzzled look. She seemed to be having a hard time opening the door to the kitchen. Normally, they wouldn’t have locked the door to the door unless it was night… As I approached the dormitory building, I could hear girls giggling through the window. I could hear the girls giggling inside the window, and I could hear a very low voice asking, “Did you lock it well?” It was only then that I realized who she was, standing still in front of the kitchen door. ‘Ah, is that the new maid who is coming today?’ So, the senior maids were currently locking the door and holding a mischievous welcoming party for new employees. To make her groan while holding a large luggage bag. ‘Well, there’s nothing to do.’ I hadn’t thought much of the newcomer before, but the sheer malice of these maids was jaw-dropping. “Excuse me.” “Yes?” When I called, the woman standing in front of the door turned around. She had jet black hair braided into two braids and was wearing large, thick glasses. Her eyes were round, but the tips were slightly upturned, giving her a piercing look. ‘She seems like the same age as me.’ The simple clothes and face matched quite well. I thought maybe she was a good kid. I walked up next to her and spoke kindly. “It looks like the door is locked. I will open it for you.” “Thank you. I was already having trouble opening the door. By the way, my name is Marie, I just arrived today.” “I heard the story. I’m Rosieta.” Marie pushed up her glasses.Her round eyes and glasses made her look much younger than her age. Maybe she was an adult, but the way she pursed her lips seemed a little stern. I reached into my pocket, took out the key, and inserted it. It was an emergency key that most maids had at least one. When I inserted the key and turned it, there was a clicking sound. “Huh? Why is it open?” I heard a questioning voice from the other side of the door. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen, where a half-dozen maids were standing and looking at me in confusion. And among them were Miriam and Angela. ‘As expected, it was Miriam’s group. Anyway, it’s annoying.’ It was really not surprising that Miriam had harassed the new maid. Perhaps because Miriam had accumulated experience working as a maid, she seemed unable to resist being territorial here and there. ‘Anyway, Angela had a fight with Miriam, did they become friends again?’ Well, it would be easy to become friends again if we had something in common to harass. Besides, they’re roommates. But I can’t believe she spent the morning talking bad about Miriam to me and then went back to her. Angela’s eyes widened when she realized it was me who opened the door and came in. “… Rosieta? Did you open the door?” “Yes, It was locked. Maybe because the door is old, it locks on its own now, but look.” When I said this in a nonchalant manner, Miriam and Angela’s expressions were strangely crumpled. Marie came in behind me, carrying a large luggage bag. Marie said, blinking her rabbit-like eyes. “Thanks to you, I survived. My luggage bag was heavy. Thank you.” “No problem, you can speak comfortably.” “No. I can’t. Because it’s more convenient that way. Rosieta, please speak comfortably.” I shrugged, indicating that she could do as she pleased. Miriam’s group looked at us and whispered. Angela’s expression was still not good…. I took this opportunity to wish that Angela would please stop clinging to me. “Okay, whatever. Marie, have you had dinner? If not, let’s eat right away. From now until eight o’clock is the maids’ dinner time…” I was about to enter the kitchen while talking to Marie in a friendly way, but Miriam suddenly stopped in front of me. Miriam was the tallest among the maids, and perhaps because she was thin, she had a sharp feel. A shadow naturally fell over me. She said, looking down at me with long, slitted eyes. “Is it you again? Rosieta Jensen.” “Um, what do you mean, again? What did I do?” I continued to fool around. Miriam then frowned as if she felt that I was provoking her. “Don’t act like you don’t know, you…!” “Oh, you’re not saying this just because I opened the door for Marie, are you? That’s strange. I just opened the door because it was old and I thought it was locked by itself, and I happen to have an emergency key.” “…….” “But wasn’t the door locked because it was old?” I narrowed my eyes and looked at Miriam. My previous fight with Miriam-her one-sided revelation-was still a grudge against me, and I didn’t want to face her, much less submit to her. Miriam stared at me for a long time, probably speechless by my words. I guess so. You can’t say, ‘Actually, I locked the door on purpose’ when the person being harassed is right in front of you. I rolled my eyes and met Miriam’s angry glare, then smiled again. “If not, would you mind moving out of the way? We’re all trying to make a living, and we need to eat. Oh my, my belly is crying.” “Tch.” Miriam surprisingly withdrew obediently. The wait-and-see look in her eyes was clear. Among the food on the table, I put salad, bacon, and sausages in a bowl. Miriam’s group of maids were silent as they stared at me and Miriam, but I turned to Marie as if nothing had happened. “Now that I think about it, Marie. Have you been assigned a room?” “No, I was told to ask the head maid for one when I arrived.” “Oh no, the head maid left the mansion this afternoon on business, and I was told she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” I looked at the luggage bag that Marie was carrying. “If it’s okay, would you like to share a room with me? I’m staying in a single room…” “Is that okay?” “I have to talk to the head maid about getting a bed, so all you have to do today is bring a blanket to sleep tonight.” Since Marie was a new maid, it was obvious that she would be mistreated by the other maids. ‘Besides, I don’t think anyone would volunteer to share a room with Marie when Miriam is looking at me like she’s going to kill me….’ I scooped up my food, ignoring the stinging glare at the back of my head. “Let’s go to my room and eat together.” “Sure.” Marie answered calmly. At that time, Miriam, who was standing at a distance, snorted as if everyone could hear. “You’re sharing the same room with that kid. The newbie is going to have some night terrors.” Her voice was so sour and loud that there was no one in the kitchen who didn’t hear it. I frowned, knowing what Miriam was talking about. Marie tilted her head, not understanding what she meant. While the other maids were watching, Miriam said mockingly. “Did you say your name is Marie? I advise you in advance, if you don’t want to deal with a sleepwalker wandering around in the middle of the night, you’d better find another room.”