On a bright morning,
"Did something happen last night?"
Gossip has spread rapidly among the workers.
Let's just call them Rose and Sky because they always have the same accessory in a different colour, which is pink and blue.
"Do you not know that Mr White is sick," said Rose.
"Master is sick?" responded Sky, confusedly.
"Yeah, and..." continues her. However, it is cut off by a slightly younger man in the range of sixteen years named Agastya.
He has a very beautiful amber eye that looks golden colour, which makes people effortlessly fall in love with him, and his glowing dark skin makes him even more attractive.
"No, he falls in the garden." He said with a confident expression.
"Oh my, that's terrible." Surprising both of them.
"I heard that he hadn't eaten since the morning, and the head chef forced him to eat in the middle of the night." said the other group from behind them.
The one who is talking is the girl with double-braided and thick 4-sided glasses on her eyes.
"I bet you are wrong, Zendaya. I heard he is poisoned." added the girl next to her. She is tall and skinny.
Everyone called her Giraffe, but her real name was Gina. Little similar if you ask.
"No, I saw him. He looked like he saw a ghost in the garden last night. His body was frozen." told the girl with curly hair.
She has that typical cold type of person. It's pale and looks like she hasn't slept for a week.
"WHAT?" shocked Rose, Sky, and Agastya while eardroping the curly hair's side story.
"That's terrifying. Are you sure Engela?" asked Rose to make sure she was telling the truth.
"Why should I be lying?" she says, with seriousness.
"Alright, everybody. Let's stop chit-chatting and get back to work." said the woman in a different uniform colour than the rest of the servant maids.
Alistair's Family have their traditional worker uniform. For example, the black and golden tread uniform is for a servant man and maids.
While the Head house-maid, also known as maid parlour maid. Their uniform is chocolate-grey.
Clap! Clap!
She claps her hands twice to direct all workers to immediately move to carry out their respective tasks
"Madam Mariam!"
A voice was heard calling from behind the head maid.
"What?" she responded while looking at the person who was calling her.
He was the Butler, one of the highest servant statuses in every household.
"Sorry to interrupt you during your duty. But, Mr White was," He said, gasping like he had been running when he only walked toward her.
"What's wrong with Master?" asked her calmly.
"Earlier, he wanted me to write a letter to the Royal palace, and now he wanted us to clean this house and throw away unwanted items in 3 days," grumbled him, after coming in and out of the study room.
"I see," she said simply.
"...and he wants me to announce to our manservants and servant maids to pack their belongings," explained him.
"For what?" questioned the maid, confused.
"Well, we are moving to a new residence in 3 days."
"NEW RESIDENCE?"
Yell all the servants around both of them, felt surprised and bemused at the same time hearing about the news.
"Ahem, you speak too loud, Mr Aaron," whispered the head maid.
"My bad."
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Thirty minutes before lunch, The head maid, head chef and the butler were standing in front of me as if they wanted to say something but were silent as if they didn't exist in this old woman's study room.
I'm guessing this must be related to the 'moving house'.
Suddenly, the head maid speaks.
"Mr White, do you think this is not a drastic decision?" asked the head maid after taking one step ahead to the front desk.
"No, why?" I reply plainly while looking at the newspaper.
"Well," she says, hesitating.
Glancing at her two other head servants who had been staying quietly from the beginning.
"I took a look at the resident's option. Do you like it near the beach or hill?" as I try to ask their opinion.
"Hill, Mr White," tells the head chef excitedly.
I smile at her, I also think it might be a great idea to have a house on the hill.
"Oh! Well, look at that. Buying land would be a great possibility." I smile brightly while showing her some pictures from the newspaper of advertisements for new housing and land in the hills.
But the head maid interrupted, saying,
"Mr White, do you not wish to stay in the capital area?" she said.
As far as I can tell, she didn't agree to move. Well, if she had approved it from the start, she would never be here.
Bringing all the head servants to complain.
"Why should I?"
I attempted to be serious about it, but it sounded like I was rude.
I looked at their expression, but it seemed like the head chef had nothing in mind whatsoever except for both of them.
The head maid and the butler.
"It would be easier for Master to move around the capital, like attending an event, meeting with the royal family, attending debutante ball and..." explained her.
I presume they will complain more about family matters.
Well, it's cause I know that some of the servants brought under the patronage of a large family are recommendations from other noble families, and most of them are also noble families.
I don't know their background yet. I only read a few books at dawn about this human world, but nothing about servants' data in this room.
"I don't see any issue with that. As long as all our workers agree to move with us, that is fine. I can hire a coachman as per what you described as not 'easier'. Buy a horse, build a stable. Hire more people to take care of them." Tell me.
"How about our bakery and restaurants in the capital? It is the most popular, but if Master is not there, how can it operate like it used to be?" continued the butler.
At this point, the only thing I can hear is an excuse.
"How can all my other restaurants and bakeries that aren't near the capital be run normally every day?" Query me.
Everyone is silent.
I think they are not concerned about their family as long as they can earn some money.
If it's not about it, then it might be,
"I am thinking of buying an estate with a mansion that had..."
"M-Mr White, how about this house? Mrs Matilda's grave." says the head maid, frustrated.
About that old woman.
"She will be fine," answered me with a slightly landed voice.
"You grow up here," they say, trying to convince me not to move out.
"I don't have any memories in here."
The three of them look at each other, worried. The expression on their face was as if I was sick or crazy.
"But, Mr White."
I took a deep breath and exhaled it. Sounded exhausted.
"Someone will take care of her grave. This house will be cleaned every three to four times a month. Is everything you are concerned precise?" Cut me while the head maid still wanted to talk.
She paused while glancing at the butler standing next to the head chef, then slowly looked at me.
"Yes, Master." They say to give up.