NOVEL NEXT The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me
Chapter 4
My brain refused to move, but the man that I believed to be Argen narrowed his eyes.
“Why did you stop talking?” He really looked like Argen, should I change the title I use now? However, it was difficult to change the title I used because of the possibility that this man might not be Argen. “—I think you need to check the chain.” In the end, I chose not to call him by his title at all. Unlike me, who was thinking hard about the title, the man simply smiled happily as if he didn’t care about it. “The maids have been incompetent so far, but this maid seems to be useful.” “That’s not true. I’m useless. Look, I dropped the bowl and I’m clumsy.” “….” I drew a line right away just in case the man in front of me wanted me to work as Richard’s exclusive maid. I think one of the maids became the dedicated maid in the original story, but I couldn’t remember it well. ‘As long as it’s not me.’ “You’re a strange kid. I see. I’ll check what you saw and pass your words on to the Marquis.” —I do think he’s Argen though. But I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. After all, if I think about it, there was no reason to deceive me. Even so, I didn’t think he was a butler. “Yes, I hope everything will be solved well.” As long as he wasn’t Argen. I bowed down to the man and turned around. “Wait, maid.” “Yes?” Why are you holding me back like that? “What’s your name?” “—I think the people around me were calling me Rosie.” “You tell your name in such a unique way. I’ll remember it.” Why me? I blinked curiously, and the man smiled happily. —What a strange person. I instinctively thought that I didn’t want to get involved with him, so I took a step back. “—Then I’ll be leaving.” I quickly disappeared from the man’s sight. It was such a tiring day. My mind was filled with thoughts of lying in bed. As I was about to enter my room, I saw the maids who were nearby and striked up a conversation. “Hello.” I smiled brightly and approached them. Before resting in the room, I think it would be better to find out more about the body I possessed. ****** Who am I? It sounds like a philosophical question, but it was a serious question. Pink hair and pink eyes that looked like they were colored with pink cherry blossoms. Contrary to her lovely appearance, her eyebrows were raised up and her thick red lips had slightly curled ends. It was a pretty appearance reminiscent of a pink cat. Come to think of it, there was a saying in the original work that Argen loved beautiful things so much that he selected servants who entered the mansion by looking at their appearance. I sighed when I saw myself vaguely reflected on the window. How did I end up possessing this body? After reporting Richard’s escape attempt yesterday evening, I went around to inquire about this body through the maids around me, but nothing came of it. All they knew about this body was that its name was Rosie. ‘It’s kind of mysterious, right?’ The only person I was close with was Emily, the maid who took care of me yesterday, so everyone seemed to be curious about what I was talking about. Should I say that it was a relief? No one would notice if I acted differently from Rosie. “Here it is.” The chef placed a bowl of rice down in front of me. While I was lost in thought, I had arrived in the kitchen. Today’s food was also in a dog bowl. Suddenly, I was reminded of a cruel scene in the original story where Richard slaughtered the chef. “What’s wrong?” “No. It’s nothing, but there’s quite a lot of dishes piled up over there.” “What’s wrong with that?” “I think it’s going to be quite hard to clean the dishes.” “Well, it’s not like I’m doing it anyway.” The returning answer was blunt and faintly carried a tone of annoyance. “May I help you?” “Do you have to? Just leave it alone. The other maids will come and take care of it soon.” The chef looked at me as if he were looking at someone strange, but I smiled like a normal good person. “When will the maid come?” The chef mumbled, rubbing his chin, saying, ‘Let’s see,’ before answering my question. “Why do you ask that?” “I just wanted to ask.” The chef looked at me as if once again seeing a strange person and beckoned me to go. I greeted him goodbye and left the kitchen. I pondered about Richard’s attempted escape yesterday. How will he spend the remaining 9 days? During this period, it would be better to be as close to Richard as possible. I also think it would be better to keep an eye on him. If I find Richard trying to run away, I can also report him right away. ***** As I entered, Richard, who was leaning against the wall, looked up at me. His blue eyes bent beautifully. “You’re here, Maid.” “Yes, the meal—” As I tried to respond to Richard, I saw a green bruise and a severe wound on Richard’s ankle. —It must have been done by Argen. He must have twisted his ankle in anger at the fact that Richard was trying to run away. “I got hurt a little.” Richard, who noticed where my eyes were headed, smiled sadly. “—It’s not a little.” “Are you worried about me?” Guilt was more prominent than worry. This was what happened because I reported Richard. However, if Richard tried to escape again a second time, I couldn’t ignore it. Because then I’ll be the one to die. ‘I want to live.’ It was human instinct to be obsessed with life. “—The Marquis didn’t give you any treatment.” “I recover quickly, so they say leaving it like this will be okay.” Those with magical powers suffered for the rest of their lives, but on the contrary, they were said to have an excellent ability to recover. “—Please eat.” I placed down the dog bowl in front of him. I lowered my head to avoid his gaze. It was my fault, so my conscience hurt. “I guess you’re not curious as to why he suddenly lashed out like this to me.” He said it in a way that made it seem like he was jealous and disappointed. I smiled awkwardly when I saw the corner of his mouth go up. He must have been trying to seduce me and use me for his escape. I didn’t know I’d be attacked by Richard’s technique just like seen in the original. “Do you want me to ask you?” “Yes, please ask.” “Why did you get hit?” “That’s right. I don’t know either.” “….” Did he want me to waste my words? Not knowing how to respond, Richard burst into a small smile as I looked at him hard. Then, he tapped my forehead with his pretty finger. “Maid, your expression is wrinkled.” “It’s going to be crumpled, so don’t touch it.” “Is it because of me? What should I do? I feel sorry.” “If you’re sorry, you can stop talking and eat.” “You’re so cold-hearted.” Richard began to eat. I quietly waited next to him, waiting for him to finish his meal. At the end of his meal, I silently placed Richard’s empty plate in a tray and stood up. “See you again, Maid.” Richard greeted me in a gentle voice. I went outside without answering back. Richard’s injured ankle tingled as he was trying to go and do what he had to do. Guilt filled me as if I was the one who broke his leg. I pressed down my throbbing forehead. “Hey, Emily. Can I know where to get an ice pack?” If I said Richard was sick, it was obvious that she would not tell me the location, so I acted with all my might to make it seem like I hurt my ankle. Emily immediately showed me where the ice was with worried eyes. Then she kindly advised me to wrap it in a thin towel and press it gently. When I took the ice, I turned to the next place. “Rosie, you’re hurt! Where are you going!” “To steal!” “Don’t run and be careful!” At Emily’s persistent gaze, I ran slightly limping, pretending they hurt. As I looked around and went near the kitchen, I could see a young-looking girl. Was it a kitchen maid? I tried to get past her. If only one part of the original had not come to mind at that moment. I hurriedly headed somewhere and knocked her down.
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