- Oh.
It's empty. I expected more. Although why would I expect that?
- Go wash yourself, you smell,- Gerald's voice came from behind.
...
No way, really?
Totally clueless why.
Some people have it because of their circumstances, and some people have it from birth. Yes, "brother"?
- Hm.
- Don't scoff. You`re barely outta diapers.
He pushed me into the room and slammed the door. God, is it going to come off the hinges? It's barely alive. No, not my cuckoo, but the door. Although that's already fitting.
So..
I exhaled and looked around. Is it really possible to live here? It's so stuffy.
I went to the window and opened the curtains, letting the light into the room. I think I'll leave them open.
As soon as the window frame was opened, fresh air blew in, ruffling my blue curly hair. Mm-m, it even feels relaxing.
Creaking sound-
I turned my head to see the door. A fair-haired girl in a uniform was already standing there, her head down and her arms crossed.
Not a hello, not a goodbye. Well, knowing the servants of this novel, she should be thanked for not hitting her.
- What are you standing there for? Fill the bath.
The maidservant gave a slight start at the sound of my voice, which seemed too loud in the empty room, and then rushed out the other door, presumably to the bathroom.
Wow, so that's what it's like to command! At work, I only commanded the spiders in the warehouse. As sad as that sounds. And funny.
By the way, this girl is modest. She doesn't seem to be self-serving. Although who knows, everyone is a hypocrite.
Just one maid? Expected, but still impudent.
If you dig into Ilissa's memories, there should be a bell near the bed. When the aristocrats need something, all they have to do is ring the bell, and suddenly, an army of people is in your room, ready to lick your shoes.
But, of course, not in this case. If at least someone comes to the ringing - already, count it as an achievement. In general, surprised how it has not yet been uprooted. Like, why this girl ring.
Let's check it out?
Ringing-ringing -
A couple of minutes later, two more maids were standing in my room. They were standing, but their expressions showed their displeasure and reluctance to do anything. Well, the music would soon end, and they would have to work.
- Hey, you.
I pointed at a girl with brown hair.
She looked at me without changing the expression on her face. Only raising one eyebrow proudly.
- Yeah, lad-
- Shut up.
She opened her eyes and stared at me. What, is the blue-haired fool who can't speak gone? What a pity.
I approached the maid and grabbed her by the chin, looking her straight in the eyes.
- Don't you dare speak until I allow it. Have you forgotten who I am? Listen carefully, or those ultramarine eyes will be the last thing you see.
I pulled my hand away from her face and took a step back, still staring into her trembling eyes.
- Right now, you take your girlfriend...
I looked at the girl with the bob cut, who bit her lip and clutched her dress. Of course, they were confused. There was no more way to manipulate the lady. Otherwise, the chair next to the bed would fly straight at their heads. One by one.
— ..and you're going to clean up here. Make everything sparkle. Don't forget about the food. Got it?
After a moment's hesitation, she responded, as if overcoming her pride with great difficulty, and exhaled.
- Yes, lady.
Just then, the maid who had gone to fetch her came out of the bathroom. She froze, looking at the maids. But she quickly recovered and lowered her head, saying the following.
- Miss, the bath is ready.
At last.
When I entered, I said to the blonde.
- Leave me alone.
- Right away, lady.
She carefully closed the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Phew, my God!
I caught my breath and started undressing.
I thought they wouldn't listen and would laugh! Did I really scare them?
I think we should start with the maids. That would be the right thing to do. First, we should get control of the servants, and then we can do the rest.
I sank into the water, pulling my knees up to my chest.
By the way, the figure is not bad. True, too, bones stick out. In real life I was skinny, but sharp features never had.. Although, what to me, this real life. I'm no longer there. Perhaps dead. In any case, nothing keeps me there. And if I have this chance, to live a life for another person, I will use it.
- Ugh..
I leaned my head back and relaxed.
Oh, my days, pleasure!
No rats (and no Gerald), in warm water. It's a treat.
If I'm in the time when Ilissa refused to pour wine on Catherine's dress, I can guess how old I am now. I think Ilissa doesn't know her own age.
But I know.
Nineteen years old.
I also remember that the coming-of-age ceremony was not held because of her injuries. Ilyssa did something very wrong, and Gerald punished her. If it was Geraldine, she must have run into him when he was wearing his best clothes.
God, I better not watch Ilissa's memories of this. Too much gore.
Author, are you kidding? Such a cruel fate for an already unhappy person.
Oh, it's time to finish. It's almost cooked.