It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

After a very dark morning, I was ready to be questioned about that and this in Lichten, and Lichten managed to go and run the horse and pop out in no time.

I kind of clapped myself out, but I got back on my mind and headed to the office.

That is also not very helpful to me here.

In the meantime, so far.

The option of marrying as an ordinary aristocratic warrant would also be difficult for me today.

Anyway, speaking of my reputation, I am a bad girl in the Duke's house who was flown to seclusion with royal anger.

That's why I need to get myself up and make sure I have a place.

Little by little since I've been here, I've been relaxing with Claude the Butler and his wife, Tracy the Maid Chief (even though there are only two of them), learning about this as a lord, learning what it takes to live and chores.

I broke a bone to convince two people who didn't give in because they couldn't let the lady do that, but now they're letting me do the whole lord thing.

Oh, and sometimes I teach a cock van to cook, but once I just cut my finger off with a knife, Lichten of worry banned me from entering the cooking area.

... Well, I hope they don't find out. If you don't find out.

"Claude, may I come in?

"Good morning, ma'am"

When I knocked on the simple office door, the door opened from within and the old gentleman bowed respectfully.

To the gentleman I also return the morning greeting with a gentle pinch on the hem of the dress.

"The Maitrobe Marquis, Pettigrey Marquis and Rodette Marquis ladies are home, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you knew Claude."

I didn't see Claude and Tracy at all during the morning commotion.

If there is an intruder, the first person to respond is the administrator of this mansion, Claude, who is currently acting as Lord.

Yet only the maid Marie and her servant Torneo were commonplace there.

I don't know why, but everything seems foreseeable to this old gentleman.

Looking at him with a hit that I'm sure he must have pulled the three into the mansion, he smiled.

... It seems horrible that he even reads his thoughts from time to time.

"Thank you, Claude"

"Oh, what the hell is going on?

I took my seat smiling gently and smiling back at those claudes.

"Well, here goes yesterday.

Please take a look at this material for judgment.

I'll check when you're done. "

"Yes, I understand. Thank you again today."

I am very fond of my present life.

Not enough to thank them from the bottom of my heart.

The three of them told me that they would write to me secretly when they settled down.

I can't look forward to that anymore.