I was Reincarnated and Now I'm a Maid

"Princess."

To the voice of the samurai, the girl forced her crying face to smile.

Try to stand in front of maids and servants who see it painfully, and the usual plain looking samurai - Julia bows beautifully.

"Please, thank you if you cry in full. Don't worry, no one will be allowed in this room today."

"... thank you, Julia. Everybody."

"Let me bring you some lemon water"

"Yeah. Except for Julia, you can back off."

If the hands of the white fish were waved lightly, the princesses bowed their heads all together.

The only Julia told to stay did not change that look, but received the lemon and water the maid brought to him to stare at the window with graceful footsteps, approaching the girl who endured crying.

Julia is 21 years old, and Primera is ten.

The same genius girl doesn't get puffy and fat unlike the game setting, and she stops asking the king for a 'father' and continues to grow into a sober brilliant lady.

It's actually only known to some of the princesses because of Julia by their side.

"Do you want to make it hot, or cold?

"... I like it hot."

A beautifully crafted cup fluttered with one of Julia's fingertips and tucked into her hand.

And when you put a few slices of lemon in there, add water, wrap the cup with both hands and meditate for a few seconds.

Then as soon as I did, the water in the cup raised the hot air.

This is magic that Julia specializes in.

It's not like she has a very strong magic power, that's what she did for Primera.

He is also famous in part as a noble child, a samurai but not a real cake maker.

Anyway, Primera smiled thinly when she received that cup from Julia, who created the hot lemon water.

Primera never doubts the food and beverage offered by Julia.

If you're royal, the poison taste is normal, but Primera didn't do it at all at Julia's service.

That should be it, too.

Because when Yulia serves, the trusted maids and cocks sorted by Yulia are reserved exclusively for Primera.

Occasionally, the King and his wife would eat a table prepared by a castle-duty cock, which was certainly poisoned when they had dinner together - because primera was basically eating alone.

The cause lies with the Queen.

The queen is afraid of the presence of a good princess, even though she has given birth to a prince as a mother-in-law.

Prince Alalbert Daum on three is also good enough, but the presence of Primera, rumored to be fairy-like beauty, etc., is now frustrating to remind me of the late side room.

Even today, when I was studying the history of the country, I was praised by my teacher, and the queen shook a pale primera, saying, "To this extent, it is natural," "Don't think I can be sweet in the mercy of the king because I am a woman," "It is not enough to be praised as a princess of a country," "If I had not taken one or two steps further than I could be taught," "I would be praised and rejoiced, etc."

There was also Prince Alalbert Daum, who finished his swordsmanship studies beside him, but the queen left saying, "The prince has nothing to be praised or thankful for," "Proud for the king," "None of them fails to study to defend this country," "My sister is all-you-can-sweeten because she is not responsible, and her mother's education is all-you-can-do - oh, it was a difficult word to educate in a sideroom or other capacity," etc.

Though I think a little outrageous, the queen's attitude toward the sideroom has not changed since her death. Rather, it has been directed more harshly at Primera.

I guess Prince Alalbert Dowm also thought his sister was pathetic for a few moments, so much so that the queen definitely wouldn't notice the words, but it didn't seem like any consolation to her.

As for Julia, who had naturally refrained by her side, she learned to kill beyond anger, but naturally she could not put it on the table.

But get the primer back to the room immediately and finish scheduling the rest of the day to get to the beginning.

"Primera."

"... Yulia!

If Julia called her name softly because there was no one else, she put the cup on the table and Primera started to hug her and whimper.

Apart from the King's love affair, the story of Primera's mother, Side Room also made Julia hear a lot from an early age.

The reality is that the Queen did not treat the family the side chamber had taken as good because she was in a low status to serve Primera after her death, and that she should have grandparents, but can't see them.

By the way, the side room was the daughter of a fairly wealthy merchant.

The girl of her age is the one who cries with woe, but whether the queen tells her that she has no responsibility whatsoever, she actually tries not to be ashamed of her royal origins, whether she marries some country or a leading nobleman in the country.

It was with Julia's encouragement that it would not be in vain at all, but if you ask me, I regret it, and it is regrettable to be disparaged about my mother.

Not to mention the clean parts of girls of their age are sometimes soft, sharp, and superior sensitivities that hurt even themselves.

Primera couldn't yell when she remembered her fierce anger, so she thought it was her fault.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Primera. Try your best. With all due respect, I am proud of Primera, who strives. More than anyone else, Primera, who would be the princess-like princess the people dream of, is very nice and adorable. Whether you fail or succeed, I am on your side alone. Let us mourn and mourn together."

"But Mother-in-law... Your Highness, please don't admit to me!

"You think I'm like my mother, can't I?

"... that's not true. Wouldn't Julia be disillusioned with me for being depressed or crying like this?

"I won't."

Yulia laughed softly and gently combed her golden, glossy Primera hair.

"Encourage the child's failure, scold him at times, and rejoice in the child's success. That's what parents do. Parents are usually annoyed by their children, and after that, their children grow up and become parents again. And you will tell your child what you have learned from seeing that parent. … although I have no experience in childbirth"

"Julia...... am I a good girl for Julia?

"Yep, very!!

Primera also finally smiled at Julia, who responded with a full smile.

In an attempt to wipe the tears in her eyes, she is wiped by a handkerchief offered by Julia.

"No, don't rub it. It's going to turn red."

"... Julia was Viscount Fandid's eldest daughter, wasn't she? As far as I can tell, they didn't seem like fine parents... but I'm sorry, I don't even know them well."

"No. What I said is in idealism. My parents weren't bad people, and my brother was cute. But if I did, if I did, but if I met the lord who loves me when I'm late, I'd like to be a parent."

"... Julia will surely be a good mother. If that happens, will you stay my samurai?

"Of course."

To Julia, who answered without getting her hair in, Primera worries only a little as she asks.

I wonder if that's okay.

The girl who thought so did not dare speak of it.

Because it's still a bit of a threat that 'mother' might go somewhere for her.