The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

It’s been 3 months since I worked in the Baron. 

And the life here is pretty good.

“I told you to leave!”

Clank!

Michelle screamed and threw her stuff at me right away, but it wasn’t a pretty bad life.

My life was very strong.

“Lady, throw carefully so you don’t hurt your hand. Especially watch your wrist.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I’m just worried about you.”

I smiled everywhere and anywhere to the point that I couldn’t spit on a smiling face.

It was a face like, ‘Why does Michelle have that?’

‘This is all Jjambap.’ (t/n: Jjambap can mean military meals or career (a word which is used to express how many years you have worked in a specific field or workplace.) 

It was better to be in the Baron with just a dirty Lady than in the Marquis, where accidents happened every day. 

Because Lady Michelle just has a bad temper. Sometimes… No, she just throws things often.

“…Annoying.” 

When Michelle didn’t get what she wanted, she lost her temper and fell out, feeling tired.

But when she stands still, she looks like an angel.

With her light brown hair hanging down, Michelle looked like she had just stepped out of a fairy tale.

“Why are you smiling shamelessly?”

“Smiling brings good fortune.”

“Good fortune?” 

Michelle frowned as if she didn’t understand.

“Then how much do I have to smile to have the blessing of getting rid of that old snake?”

“….” 

I didn’t answer anything.

Michelle didn’t get tired every single day.

It wasn’t just because the Baron was better than the Marquis that I was quietly watching her.

‘Because I feel sorry for her.’

Most of the servants here were sick of Michelle’s bad behavior, but some felt sorry for her.

Michelle’s parents died at the end of last year.

The Baron runs a food store, and Michelle’s parents are said to have met some bandits while going over the mountain to make an important transaction. 

So Michelle lost her parents in vain.

When the family’s owner and the mercenary disappeared overnight, Michelle, who was the only bloodline, had to take over the position. 

No, she was meant to be. If only her uncle hadn’t shown up. 

The man who showed up out of nowhere took control of the merchant and her family, saying that Michelle wasn’t old enough to make her own decisions. 

Michelle couldn’t even run away. Instead, she had to watch as her family, and the merchant was eaten right before her eyes.

Her story aroused the feeling of pity.

<So that’s how Lady Michelle’s personality is—” 

<No? The Lady had a bad personality in the first place.>

<…Ah.> 

Anyway, this is not important, so let’s move on.

“Why can’t you speak? I’m asking you if I can get rid of that old snake if I smile like that.”

Michelle’s nervousness is useless to me.

Because her uncle is the old snake she talks about.

“…Uhm. Can I be honest?” 

Michelle’s eyebrows twitched. But she beckons as if to tell her. 

“I’m cleaning up the plate that you broke.”

“So?” 

“How am I putting away the plates now?”

“…You’re cleaning it up with your hands, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m smiling, but I can’t put it away with my mouth. Well, even if you can clean it up with your mouth, wouldn’t that hurt your face?”

Michelle looked at what I was trying to say.

“It’s the same with the old snake.” 

“….” 

In fact, nothing can be solved by smiling. 

If you just smile, your inside will be rotten and spoiled.

Perhaps the only advantage of smiling is that it can distract others.

At least from the other person’s point of view, a bright smile will look dumb.

They couldn’t even imagine what that face would do to them. 

I looked up at Michelle once I was done speaking, wondering whether I had said something useless.

And just as I expected. 

Clank! 

A vase flew by my side.

—That surprises me. 

No matter how pitiful Michelle was, I naturally frowned when she acted like this.

However, the annoyance vanished on its own when I saw Michelle. 

She had a bruised arm inside her exposed sleeve and a bluish mark that was hard to see on her collarbone.

<Maid is not kind to patients. Maid is just kind to the person you feel sorry for.>

As I stared blankly at Michelle, I heard a voice in my head that sounded like it was laughing.

“Get out!” 

“Yes.”

It seems wrong to clean today.

I quietly got up and looked at Michelle, who was shaking.

‘She’ll be flustered if I get hit.’

I don’t know why she’s doing that, especially since she looks like she’s sorry.

At the same time, it was understandable.

Michelle hates me very much.

To be exact, it would be fair to say that she dislikes everyone in this mansion.

Because there’s no one on Michelle’s side here.

When I looked at Michelle, I couldn’t help but think of someone else.

Blue eyes filled with bitter resentment.

I shook off my thoughts and left the room.

Then the maid who nearby came up to me and talked to me.

“Shabrina, the Lord is calling you.”

“Yes.” 

At the maid’s words, I went straight to the office.

The owner of this mansion was called Lord Gilbert or Baron.

But, ironically, he was practically neither Lord nor Baron.

He was just Michelle’s representative.

When I entered the office, a man who looked like a snake was working.

It was Michelle’s uncle, Gilbert.

“I heard you called me.”

“Oh, yeah. What about Michelle?”

“She’s no different than usual.”

The man smiled widely and got up.

Then he came up to me and handed me a pocket. 

I accepted without refusing.

The pockets were heavy.

“Keep eye on that kid from now on.” 

How much money did I get this time in this pocket?

The money in this pocket led many servants to deceive and betray Michelle.

And since I also received this money a few times, I was no different from them. 

“I understand.” 

Michelle hates me.

Because she also thinks that I work for her uncle.

‘That’s not wrong.’

I nodded and left the room.

As soon as I left the room, I unexpectedly made eye contact with the person.

Michelle looked down at me on the stairs.

She gave me a gentle glare and then stood up.

* * *

“You are fired.”

I knew it would be like this

Michelle opened her eyes sharply and glared at me.

“You’re fired. Did you understand?

“Yes, Lady.”

What should I do when the Lady in this house fires me?

The servants here ignored Michelle, saying she had no real power.

No matter what Michelle said, if they went to her uncle and told him how crazy she was, he could hire them back and they could stay here.

It might seem strange that her uncle, who has a lot of power, would listen to all of the servants.

But there was no sure way to mark Michelle’s position.

Gilbert once talked.

About the fact that she has no right to fire an employee.

“…I told you, you’re fired?”

“I understand.”

“But what’s wrong with your reaction? Are you going to tell the snake too?”

“No, I’ll pack up and go out today.”

Michelle looked at me as if dumbfounded.

“Thank you for all this time.”

“…What?” 

I bowed to her and came out.

And then I started packing.

“What are you doing, Shabrina?”

“I was fired by Miss Michelle.”

The maids around me look at me in surprise.

“The Lady is so mean. You did such a good job…She doesn’t even know how to be grateful!”

—Does she really need to feel grateful for the employer she hired?

They get money in exchange for their work, and I’ll just do as much as my salary.

“Shabrina, there’s nothing to pack. Let’s go to the Lord right away.”

“No. The Lady fired me, so I’ll just leave quietly. What are you doing—” 

“I can’t stay still like this!”

Since when did you start taking care of me?

It was a little troublesome.

When I didn’t show any reaction, the maid eventually left on her own.

It would have been nice to end up with just the maid, but soon the butler came.

“Shabrina, it hasn’t been long since you came into this mansion, but you did a great job. I can’t send you like this—” 

I don’t know how long they have cared about me. But I thought they were just making a fuss to get Michelle in trouble.

“No. I will leave.”

But they couldn’t take a step back from my determined attitude.

Before leaving the mansion, I stared at Michelle’s room for a moment.

“Michelle! So you can’t even open your eyes to see how evil you are!”

I heard Gilbert yelling from behind.

The sound of things breaking and screams of terror. 

I called the servant who was nearby before I left the mansion.

“Can you tell the baron that Miss Fiela is coming soon?”

The servant nodded to my words and went into the mansion.

After a while, the loud noise stopped. 

Fiela was the Baron’s mistress. When she comes, Gilbert turns into a nice person. Fiela was kind of a sedative.

I left the mansion without regret.

When I left the mansion, I saw merchants and lively people on the street.

As a commercial city, there were a lot of shops here. 

I came across the post office by chance as I was walking down the road with my luggage.

A man came out of the post office carrying a pile of letters as if he was about to deliver it.

I stopped on the street for a moment and stared blankly at the post office.

After much consideration, I finally entered the post office.

A week or so after that, Michelle, who was very angry, came to see me.