It Seems Like He Is Trash According To The Rumors.

After such an eventful morning, I had prepared myself for a barrage of questions about this and that from Liechten, but in the end it didn’t come . He got called away on some urgent business of some kind and so before I could even gather my thoughts, he was already spurring on his horse, rushing away from our estate . It was kind of anti-climactic after everything that had happened but I quickly got over it and headed off to perform my daily duties in the office .

Even though I call them that, I’m actually quite useless to this household . My current situation is as follows:

Although as a n.o.blewoman, my job would typically be to get married, for the me right now, that would be fairly difficult . It’s already a well-known fact that the royal family disapproves of me and I am currently being labeled as the wicked Duke’s daughter that was banished to live out in the boonies — Who would want to marry me? — That means I need to find my own place in this world if I want to lead a successful life .

For that reason, ever since coming here, I have been learning from Claude and his wife Tracy, the head maid (though there are only two maids actually working here), about the duties of a lord as well as how to perform the daily household ch.o.r.es . Other than that, my time here has been spent in leisure .

At first, they told me that as the Duke’s daughter they couldn’t let me do any work, but after a herculean effort on my part, I somehow managed to persuade them to let me help out . So now I am playing at performing some of the duties of the lord of this estate .

Oh! I also tried learning how to prepare food from Vance, our cook, but Liechten (such a worrywart!) forbade me from even entering the kitchen after I accidentally cut my finger with a knife . … . Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? … . He just can’t find out about it .

“Claude, can I come in?”

The moment I knock on the door to our simple home office it opens to reveal a middle-aged gentleman standing in the doorway .

“Good morning, Young Mistress,” the man says, bowing reverently to me .

“Good morning, Claude!” I reply, lightly grasping my skirt to bob a curtsy to him .

“It seems Miss Matrove, Miss Petigree, and Miss Lodette have already returned home . ”

“So you knew already . ” …Even though during the whole ordeal I saw neither hide nor hair of either you or Tracy .

The supervisor of this estate, the one who is currently acting as the subst.i.tute lord, Claude, typically is the one who should be dealing with intruders .  Should being the opportune word . But in reality, the only people who tried to do anything were the maid, Marie, and Torneo, the manservant . I can’t even begin to guess why, but it does seem like this old gentleman had at the very least observed everything from a distance .

‘He must have been the one who had let my friends into the house to begin with!’ I think to myself, and when I glance up at Claude he grins at me . I swear! Sometimes he seems to have this dreadful ability to read my thoughts .

“Thanks, Claude . ”

“Oh? Whatever for, I wonder?” he says broadening his smile . As a way of reply, I just laugh and walk over to take a seat by the desk .

“Well then, let’s start from where you left off yesterday . Please read through and put your seal of approval on these doc.u.ments . Once you are all done, I will check them over for you . ”

“Okay . Sounds good . Please help me out today as well . ”

I’m quite content with my current life . I could not be more thankful for what my friends did for me . And they told me that once they have settled down, they will be sure to secretly write letters to me . That probably won’t be for a while yet, but I already can’t wait to read them .

After such an eventful morning, I had prepared myself for a barrage of questions about this and that from Liechten, but in the end it didn’t come . He got called away on some urgent business of some kind and so before I could even gather my thoughts, he was already spurring on his horse, rushing away from our estate . It was kind of anti-climactic after everything that had happened but I quickly got over it and headed off to perform my daily duties in the office

Even though I call them that, I’m actually quite useless to this household . My current situation is as follows:.

Although as a n.o.blewoman, my job would typically be to get married, for the me right now, that would be fairly difficult . It’s already a well-known fact that the royal family disapproves of me and I am currently being labeled as the wicked Duke’s daughter that was banished to live out in the boonies — Who would want to marry me? — That means I need to find my own place in this world if I want to lead a successful life

For that reason, ever since coming here, I have been learning from Claude and his wife Tracy, the head maid (though there are only two maids actually working here), about the duties of a lord as well as how to perform the daily household ch.o.r.es . Other than that, my time here has been spent in leisure

At first, they told me that as the Duke’s daughter they couldn’t let me do any work, but after a herculean effort on my part, I somehow managed to persuade them to let me help out . So now I am playing at performing some of the duties of the lord of this estate

Oh! I also tried learning how to prepare food from Vance, our cook, but Liechten (such a worrywart!) forbade me from even entering the kitchen after I accidentally cut my finger with a knife . … . Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? … . He just can’t find out about it

“Claude, can I come in?”.

The moment I knock on the door to our simple home office it opens to reveal a middle-aged gentleman standing in the doorway

“Good morning, Young Mistress,” the man says, bowing reverently to me

“Good morning, Claude!” I reply, lightly grasping my skirt to bob a curtsy to him

“It seems Miss Matrove, Miss Petigree, and Miss Lodette have already returned home . ”.

“So you knew already . ” …Even though during the whole ordeal I saw neither hide nor hair of either you or Tracy

The supervisor of this estate, the one who is currently acting as the subst.i.tute lord, Claude, typically is the one who should be dealing with intruders .  Should being the opportune word . But in reality, the only people who tried to do anything were the maid, Marie, and Torneo, the manservant . I can’t even begin to guess why, but it does seem like this old gentleman had at the very least observed everything from a distance

‘He must have been the one who had let my friends into the house to begin with!’ I think to myself, and when I glance up at Claude he grins at me . I swear! Sometimes he seems to have this dreadful ability to read my thoughts

“Thanks, Claude . ”.

“Oh? Whatever for, I wonder?” he says broadening his smile . As a way of reply, I just laugh and walk over to take a seat by the desk

“Well then, let’s start from where you left off yesterday . Please read through and put your seal of approval on these doc.u.ments . Once you are all done, I will check them over for you . ”.

“Okay . Sounds good . Please help me out today as well . ”.

I’m quite content with my current life . I could not be more thankful for what my friends did for me . And they told me that once they have settled down, they will be sure to secretly write letters to me . That probably won’t be for a while yet, but I already can’t wait to read them