The Duke's Daughter Is the Knight Captain's Young Wife

"Ha, ha..."

"Great. I'm almost done with my morning job, so let's take a break"

Richard, an elderly family ordinance, spoke to Mary as she moved around sweating.

Mary, who has cleaned the mansion in the morning, laundered clothes and sheets, bed-making, etc. and has almost exhausted her strength, can only nod.

Mary Hopkins is a baroness.

The Baron Hopkins family is never wealthy, but it doesn't mean they're poor, either. Not many servants were hired, and Mary never did chores like this.

Mary's current position, however, is a servant of the Duke of Ambrose family. Mary deserved this, but she was still a little fed up with the days when she was being used to the limits of her health.

How can I be like this - I think so, but there's no way to open up the status quo. Rayford, the only base for Mary, has already been captured by the Knights. According to what Mary serves Carol's friend, Lilia, you're essentially under house arrest for announcing you're going to be quiet?

And Mary, who has all the evidence of evil in her hands, can only work seriously in this Duke of Ambrose house.

How can this happen, and I almost mourn, but the reality that I deserve it no matter what I think strikes me relentlessly.

"Then we'll have lunch. Come here."

"... Yes"

Mary has no holidays.

Richard, who has taught Mary so much in front of him, also takes a day off a week. There are many other servants who have holidays. Even so, it doesn't only give Mary a break.

That's why the days go on when I'm given one of the rooms to sleep there, tired as mud, sleep and work again the next morning. And being able to get out of the mansion is about as good as when cleaning the garden, and you can't even escape.

No - if he escapes, Lilia will release the evidence at that point.

Then Mary has no future, and the Baron Hopkins family falls.

Depressed, Mary heads to the servant's desk.

Essentially, the only person who eats in the dining room is the Duke's, and the servant eats in a modest room. It is also a shift, not for everyone to take at once.

Richard is with me now as an educator and eating with another senior on Richard's day off.

"Go ahead."

"... thank you"

Start eating Richard's lunch silently.

- Yum.

As a baroness, my tongue was quite meant to be forged. Ingredients are never expensive and are as qualitative a meal as they deserve to be served to servants. But for some reason, it's delicious.

So much so that I wonder what kind of flavoring would make something delicious with such a qualitative ingredient.

In a way, only time for this meal is time for fun for Mary.

"Much used to it."

"... is that right?

"Yep. The sheets, compared to before, are tight. Cleaning was also noticeable before, but now it can be cleaned properly in every corner. At this rate, you'll be alone in a little while."

"... because I do it every day"

To Richard's compliments too, I can only return such a bitter laugh.

What is it that your arms as a servant have risen? Mary's treatment will never change, and these days will last forever.

I inadvertently exhale into such a dark future.

"We will replace the sheets in your husband's and wife's room in the afternoon. After that, do some garden cleaning. As soon as you're done, you can come in for a break until the lady gets home. Follow your daughter's instructions when she comes home."

"Yes."

Complete the given meal and stand up with Richard.

On weekdays, Carol is not in the Mansion because she is a temporary lecturer at the Knights. And because Mary is hired as Carol's dedicated maid of honor, she follows Carol's instructions when she returns home.

Nevertheless, perhaps from this evening onwards, it is all about making the same dossier.

While watched by Richard, the Duke and Lady of Ambrose - head to Gilliam and Elizabeth's bedroom to exchange those bed sheets.

It basically tells me seriously Richard, but it was a mystery to laugh "ho ho" when Mary gave in a little during this bed sheet change. Is he in such a weird position?

After dozens of sheet changes I've been to, I'll keep cleaning briefly and then head to cleaning the garden.

It's just a job to sweep down the leaves in the mansion's large garden and then burn them in the bakery. Nevertheless, the difficulty is that it takes time because of the wide

Richard doesn't help Mary with the cleaning just by watching. It would mean that he is only an educator and is thorough with the watchdog. I'm not dissatisfied with that per se, but I still don't like cleaning a garden this big by myself.

Ha, and I sigh many times, and when the evening is getting closer, it finally ends with a match.

And then we take a light break, and then we wait for Carol to come home - though.

"Oh, is it garden cleaning?

"Welcome home, lady."

"... Welcome home, lady"

That's what I say with dismay to Carol, who came back before I went into the break.

Natalia, also Carol's dedicated maid of honor, who we refrain from together, looked at Mary somewhat dissatisfied, but says nothing. I suppose you are extraordinarily advising me not to put it to attitude that way.

Such a Carol, smile lightly.

"You seem pretty tired, Mary"

"Ugh... yes, no..."

"You may rest until after dinner. Come to my room after my dinner"

"Huh..."

I can't say anything to Carol like that.

Oh - really, I don't like it.

Carol is sweet, anyway. He also tells me cordially and politely when making materials, and never lets Mary do what she can't. They always care when they say they're in a position to use Mary. I don't know how many pieces of paper I wasted, especially on the day I first made the materials. Even so, I didn't try to get mad at one thing.

I really don't like that attitude.

It's like everything Mary's done is an event that's not enough for Carol to take - such an attitude.

"... thank you, lady"

"Well, come to my room after dinner"

"Yes......"

I decide to sweeten Carol's words and let her take a break.

In fact, strength was the limit. If you don't get some rest, you're even going to fall.

Quit in front of Carol and head straight to the servant's desk.

Simplified, the sofa is placed. Sit there and rest, leaving your body intact.

Let's just get some rest - yes, close your eyes.

Mary stayed put, she fell asleep.

"Ha!?

"Are you finally awake"

I jump up unexpectedly and look around so slightly.

The sun has already fallen outside the window and the book of the night has fallen. That doesn't mean that soon after sundown, either.

In the middle of the night, it's time you might want to call it.

I'm tired, I must have fallen asleep to this hour. Tastes bad, and on the couch in front of Mary, I see Richard and I frown in a grumpy way.

"Yes, now......!

"The other servants have already left. I'm on duty tonight."

"Hi-!"

I did it - yes, hold my head.

They just told me to take a little rest, but I fell asleep. Even though I said I had Carol's dossier to make.

In what way will this blame be punished...

"Also, sorry......!

"Apologize tomorrow, after the lady wakes up"

"Ugh...!

time already asleep to Carol.

Just thinking so was going to make it dark in front of me.

"Well, you don't have to be scared. The lady is not angry."

"Huh..."

"He came to this room with Natalia, saw you asleep, and said, 'Let me put you to sleep'. Well, you work without a break, and I'm sure the lady didn't try to force you to wake up."

"Oh no...!

How could - yes, even tears come to my eyes.

Many, many times, I thought.

Why are you so sweet?

"The lady told her wife that she was going to consider your holiday. Exactly, you can't work without a break. I can't tolerate falling asleep as a result of being out of hand, but I reported that you are working seriously."

"Wow, I..."

"All servants know what you did to your daughter. Well, not many people are comfortable that you've been warmed up by a sweet lady. But... your daughter is forgiven for that."

……

"As long as you work seriously, the Duke of Ambrose family will protect you. Carve it in your heart and start working seriously tomorrow."

"Ugh...!

Treated as slaves, I've done things that aren't weird.

I did outrageous things, such as admire and take my fiancée.

Mary-- Carol's forgiving me.

"Yes, there is...!

"I have trouble being thankful for that to my students. Oh, this is your dinner. Go ahead."

Yes, Richard takes the bamboo cage he was wearing at the table in front of Mary.

There was the usual cold, elegant, but delicious meal lined up.

"Well, I have to go around, so rest in your room when you eat this."

"... Yes"

Mogu, take a bite, carry it to your mouth.

Even though it's cold. Even though it is a qualitative material.

Yet it's amazing and delicious.

My job as a servant is very hard. It's painful, it's tiring, and I hate every day.

Although.

The rice is delicious, so good luck.