At the same time, on the sidewalk leading to the guest room and lounge area,
"Did you sneak peek their conversation earlier?" asked Sky to Rose, who was walking beside her.
"Yes," she replies, short.
"Are they still in the study room?"
"Yes, but the conversation still goes on when I left."
"What happens?"
Rose then stopped her walk and turned her head toward Sky, who was startled by Rose's sudden pause.
"They are talking about the 'moving out'." her facial expression looked enthusiastic.
"So, how was it?" asked Sky again.
"He says we might live in an estate, away from the capital," she says while smiling lustrously.
"Wow, that would be absolutely wonderful. I guarantee everyone is happy to receive the news." Her face, which had been perplexed, turned into joy in a split second.
"Yeah! That's why I am putting in some hope."
"Most of us were just an orphanage," said Sky, happy.
"Well, most," replied Rose said with a slight shrug.
"But." she continues.
Sky looked at Rose as she was waiting for her to complete her sentence.
"Yesterday and today, don't you think Master's looks even hotter these days?" says her, completing her sentence passionately.
"What? Ha ha ha ha, you are right," laughed Sky.
"Right! Ha ha ha ha..."
With laughter filling the space on the sidewalk, suddenly a soft voice came to greet them from the front.
"I can hear you guys' voices from the lounge area." Approach her.
Because they were busy working on their task of taking dirty clothes from the closet shelf, they were not even conscious of the footsteps coming towards them.
"Ops!" they said, simultaneously covering their mouths.
Rose uncovered her mouth and then strolled toward her.
"By the way, Ms Hazel. Is it true that the Master's body is glowing in the morning?"
"What are you talking about." stunned her.
"Look at her pretending not to know. She's the one who had been trained as Mr White's private servantmaid. Oh! I wish I was chosen to be one, but instead, I'm just a normal housekeeper." she said in a rather sarcastic manner to Sky, although the words were actually for Hazel herself.
"Better than non," Hazel responded, unshacking.
"True, tho." She replied quickly, admitting Hazel's word.
"There is one thing I am curious of, you are the one who last saw Mr White that night. Do you notice any difference?" approaches Sky from Rose's behind.
"Which night?"
"The night before Master acting uncertain."
Rose paused as she looked at both of them. Try to connect their conversation.
"Well, nothing in particular. He just his usual self," tells Hazel.
"Perhaps something is happening between him and the lady from the Duke family." interrupted Rose, presuming the conversation they have.
"No, I don't think so," says Hazel, calm but a little firm.
"This is why you have to be more elaborate on certain things, Hazel," replies Rose.
"Well, I might be on Ms Hazel's side this time. Mr White never tried to talk to any girls before. He is an aromantic type of person. The Duke's daughter was the one who was interested in Mr White in the first place." says Sky, as if Rose's words were absurd.
Rose paused, looking unhappy.
"I mean, if you think of it like that, Mr White will never be like that just because of some random girls." she resumes.
Rose is still silent.
"T-that, I was just proving my observation, I'm sorry," she says after noticing Rose was upset.
"Mmhp, whatever," said Rose, accepting Sky's apology.
Rose then turned to Hazel, but before she could say anything,
"I- Ehem! I have a lot of work to do, pardon me for leaving both of you but I have to deliver Mr White's lunch in ten minutes. Then, goodbye." she said and walked away.
"Hump! She just wants to avoid gossiping with us. She would have known more about the Master than us. Right?"
Rose looks toward Sky, who is already a few meters away from her.
"Let's just forget it. Come on," told Sky while strolling their trolly filled with dirty cloth.
"Where?"
"Do our duty."
"Right."
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...
In a small corner of Mr White's room, I.
Stood staring at the room and,
I thought.
Am I doing it right?
I study before the sun rises.
As I sat on the couch in the corner area.
I glimpse at the book and newspaper, which were scattered on the small table in front of the couch.
But, the weird thing is, when I try to open the book. I somehow can easily understand every word that is written in it.
The words A, B, C, D.
Languages.
Math.
History.
Politician...
...the human...
... when I see myself in the album book, newspaper, and articles, I don't recollect any memories.
Is it because of my core?
And the other thing is just a muscle memory that is reflected by this body?
Does it make any sense?
What I want is simple. Move and do nothing.
Learning things that I don't know will save me from any obstacles in the future.
That's what I thought.
But the world spins not for me alone.
'VOTING PROGRAM'
Written as a signboard outside the yard house.
I walked out of the door and stood right in the middle of the manservant, gazing at them.
"Pardon me, Mr White." approached the head maid while running toward me from the entrance door.
"What had happened?" asked me, confused.
"Em, They were trying to make a vote regarding the 'moving out' situation," explained her in a short sentence.
As I glance at every face in the area.
"As for what reason?" questioned m firmly.
"There are some servants who have families in the capital area and some don't," tell the head mai, but it seems she hesitated.
"Explain the 'don't '. Head maid."
Well --"
"Most of us are orphanages." interrupted the servant.
"Yes, Mr White. Late Madam allowed us to live under her roof as her servant." continued the girl with double braids.
As it turns out, what I thought yesterday was a mistake.
I thought they didn't want to move because they still wanted to be devoted to the old woman or, at least, this house. But, they don't want to move because this place gives them higher authority due to my status in this capital.
Apart from that, to think that there are orphans employed among my employees is out of the box.
No rule says it is allowed, and no rule forbids it.
But shouldn't they be more sympathetic to the old woman than me?
Or maybe they simply don't have anywhere to go, just like me. It would be a different case for others. They are also from a noble family.
Therefore, if I am not here, it means they are nobody.