Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

My name is Rouge Smith. It's a living maid of the Auculus family.

Now I'm walking by cart down the hallway leading to the study.

For the sake of my loving husband's sleep, he makes tea with brandy before bedtime during the chilly season.

It's one of the few times I can be alone with my beloved husband, even though it's only a few moments to serve. After you are as usual, knock and get permission to enter the study.

"I brought you some tea"

Stop by your husband and pour tea into a pre-heated cup. Served with a little drizzle of aromatic brandy on the finish.

"Oh, thank you"

My husband turned to me and properly thanked me for my servant style. I answer with my head down small. This is a nice place for you, too.

I really liked this time.

Because I could imagine a very intimate relationship to serve my husband tea from hand to hand, which is also a private time before bedtime.

Isn't that like a healthy wife noticing her husband!

Light water colored hair that makes you imagine your husband's clear ice. Deep, pale eyes.

Next to this one, whose colours are even beautiful, my wife can quietly make tea...... Oh, what a beautiful and scorching scene.

I decided to treat such paranoia - no, I'll try to make it real soon - to the back of my chest and have the usual interaction.

"Would you like to hear how you are doing today?

"... oh, let's hear it"

Yes, in this time of tea, I always report to my husband about that abominable woman. Of course, in a bad direction.

The role of tea is not exclusive to me, so not every day. But that's why I thought it wouldn't be too much and it would be more credible.

"When there was a payment in your daughter's room during the day, your wife was out to Lady Oedipus. After that, I don't care if the maid tells you about the lady after you get home... even if the maid talks to you, she looks into the void and is silent..."

I told him so with a sinister face.

"... well. Eleonore is no longer..."

My husband distorted his beautiful face to bitterness and groaned so.

"Sir...... Nevertheless, after the payment, the lady's room is off-limits and we are all worried about what is going on. What happened to the lady?

Yes, there was a paycheck in that thin, dirty former orphan's room during the day.

I finally bounced my chest to see if he was dead, but then the room was closed to entry, and usually one of the nursing maids in the room was removed from the room, but I couldn't ask how it was going. Would it be enough to see Alphonse in and out instead of the maid?

My husband and Alphonse, who came out of the room shortly after the paycheck, had a hard look but told me nothing.

Later, that woman, who was out rarely, was also caged in the room in a more precarious way than usual.

I don't have enough information to say it's a great opportunity to hunt down mothers and children.

Did that abominable child's condition get worse? Is he dead? Or has he recovered?

I want to know that as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, but I can't say that. Tell the people at home not to worry too much."

"Really...... no, sorry to hear that you went too far. That's what I'll tell the others."

I pull back honestly, but inside my chest it was rough.

The joy of how happy I would be if it were an obituary, the dark precipice of how I would go to stab a stomach if I was recovering, the impatience of wanting information.

Those intense emotions are mixing up and making noise in my chest, but I refrain from even giving it a bite.

Where a little silence flowed, my husband suddenly squeaked.

"... you're tired..."

I tried to look my husband in the eye, but I turned my back in a hurry.

I've never heard a foolish word like this.

My husband covers his eyes with one hand in a relaxed condition and leans against the back of the chair.

"So, sir...?

I don't know, but you're not always the same. It's more like you're talking to me than just talking to yourself.

I had a hunch about my chest.

"... ha, my daughter is gone, and my wife is already at her limit. Me too, I'm tired,... Rouge"

What's your name now...?

My husband called my name...?

I feel my face turning bright red. Your husband's beautiful, low voice spinning my name now......?!

My husband has a good grasp of the servant's name, but naturally he doesn't get a chance to call it a rare thing. The call is done with "you".

I trembled at the sweet sound emanating from my husband's thin lips.

"Oh, the... you're in trouble, aren't you? Your wife and daughter have been lying in a terrible condition... and I'm sure you will."

Oh, something I can't tell you that worked better already!

I was upset by a sudden private conversation.

"Oh. My wife's brother asks me to be separated, and maybe it's time for the tide... it's time for me to throw everything out and make it easier, just talk about it here"

"Oh, no... sir...!

The development I've always been thirsty for suddenly came. Swallow the sawdust and spit.

But a further shock struck me.

My husband said to me in the seductive voice of that tenor, as if whispering.

"... I always thought you had tea for me so tired. I always wanted to thank you."

"Oh, no. It's your job…"

My husband laughed and continued.

"No, I'm always soothed with tea that politely keeps me. The boulders originally had only the blood of the nobles. It tastes different."

I'm afraid I'll return it. The joy is no longer saturated and my head doesn't work well.

I have little more to know about the blood of the nobles, but my husband has admitted it!

"Always, you've done all you can for me… Actually, I couldn't wait for this pre-bedtime lately"

This, this is no way.

Soon my husband has elbowed to the table and is in a position to peek into my face. And I moved my beautiful lips.

"I want more of that time...... hey, Rouge"

"Huh... sir...?

Holding my body about to collapse too much of a joy, I waited for the continuation of my husband's words.

Oh, now, what eyes is your husband staring at me with? I regret not being able to look back at it.

"If only you could hang out with my breath?... in my bedroom after this"

I pretend to be ashamed of myself for hiding my mouth that rises with both hands.

"Oh, no... no..."

My husband slowly whispered in a compelling voice after staring at me like that.

"Yours, show me everything."

Oh, what a day it is.

I replied small, yes.