Chapter 3 – Elena (1)

“Evan! Evan! Still not sleeping in the attic! Come out right now!”

The day at the mansion started with the owner’s bad command. When Evan plummeted down from the attic, the master slapped Evan on the cheek and shouted.

“You bastard! What time is it! Still lazy! Uh! I want to be kicked out!”

“No! Sorry!”

Evan then fell flat on the floor, clutching his cheek, and the master stepped on his curly hair with a grin, as if satisfied with Evan’s servility. Evan’s hair is light brown curly. Since my hair was quite nice, I couldn’t bear to see it dirty on the floor.

I focused my attention on the oven rather than on the trampled Evan. It wasn’t even a day or two that Evan was stepped on. Burning the bread was more important than Evan’s mind and body.

Even if he turned his head anyway, what the master would do next was obvious. Shaking his feet, he would shake Evan’s head and say,

“Baby. To work harder uh? Because I am a good master. I won’t kick you out and live like this.”

Master was always self-centered and had low self-esteem. Every time he failed to enter the capital, it seemed that his pride, which had been shattered, could not be remedied except by beating up slaves who had nothing. He said this with a satisfied expression, as if he had accomplished all the achievements of his life.

“Should I say thank you?”

“Yes! Thank you!”

“Baby, aren’t your answers more lively today?”

The owner was very sick today. Today, he will go to a drinking party with local dignitaries in the name of strengthening his position in the village. The only practical thing the master did was write a letter asking the capital to elect him.

The luxurious stationery with the red seal pressed down proved that he was once a descendant of a famous family. And the terrible handwriting that filled the letter proved that even if there were no heroes, he would never enter the capital.

“You guys! I’m leaving!”

Sometimes I was haunted by the thought that it was the wrong choice to follow the mistress to this mansion. If I had stayed at my parents’ house, I wouldn’t have had to see such a dirty sight.

“Hey! Evan!”

When the master opened the door and disappeared, the servant of the mansion came and urged Evan. I prepared tea in the kitchen in silence. The manor servants were of poor quality and they spent more time harassing Evan than working in the manor.

Evan, who was lying on the floor, smiled and followed the servants outside. I felt puzzled because Evan seemed to be smiling a little more today. Was Evan originally such a laughing kid? The faces of the servants rotted when they saw the smiling faces that made them feel like they were being lazy.

Being dragged outside looked pathetic, but I didn’t pay attention to them. Because I didn’t want to associate with such vulgar people. I take out the deliciously toasted bread and put it on the tray. Hot coffee and soft bread. Madame always liked to eat the bread I baked for breakfast.

“Breakfast is here.”

“Come in.”

When I knocked on the door, the madam stopped reading and pulled the table. She was the third daughter of a promising family in the capital. Although she had no real power or ability, her beautiful appearance and arrogant attitude drew many aristocratic men in line, and in her family, she had an arranged marriage in anticipation of the reputation and success of her master given by a fairly famous family at the time. Did.

“Does it smell good today?”

Marriage, of course, is a fiasco.

The owner, who was popular in the capital, took a bribe in a government job and went back to the countryside, and since then he has been writing letters to the capital. In the family where she had to save the gentle mistress, she treated the mistress as an abandoned child.

“Is this a letter from the lady?”

“Huh. Also, there is nothing but Sylvia in the letter. Is there really not much to talk about in the alternative academy life? Sylvia Sylvia in all letters. Anyway, I’m glad you’re enjoying your academy life.”

The young lady was not the real daughter of the madam. The fact that the master had an 8-year-old daughter, the madam only found out after getting married. Her daughter, who had been tucked away in one corner of her mansion, at the time her skin was stained white like a sheet of paper, and her face was too dry, unlike her aristocratic child.

Of course, it was an old story that didn’t need to be brought up now that she had grown into a great young lady and went on to the academy. The mother-daughter relationship, which was awkward with each other, was because they clung to each other while comforting their miserable situation with a pathetic and vulgar husband and father.

The young lady always sent letters only to the madam, and the master never even wondered what his daughter was doing at her academy. There is only one thing the owner is curious about about the young lady.

It was whether or not he could ask for a man from a family good enough to save him.

“You look tired.”

His face was emaciated today as well. The savage and violent master seemed to have never learned how to make others feel good or be considerate, even in bed. Late at night he looked around his bedroom to hear the sounds of pain or his master’s terrible cries, like the bleating of a horned pig. After spending a low time, Madam always took birth control pills.

Is it a resistance that does not want to harbor the seed of that beast-like human? Perhaps the madam was waiting for the day when she would be freed from this mansion someday.

“Isn’t it always like that? More than that, isn’t it time for you to get married or meet some guys? It’s already been over 10 years since you’ve been in this mansion with me. It will be difficult if we do not find a husband now.”

A kind lady who always worries about me. I responded with a smile to the mistress’ concern. I will get married someday, but that wasn’t the case now. There were no nice guys in this mansion to make my heart race, and I didn’t want to waste my time on dates.

“It’s okay. You’re still 26.”

“Elena. Sometimes I feel like you’re my little brother. You really have been with me for a long time.”

“You are nonsensical. Lady.”

Madam used to say things like this from time to time.

Think of me as a brother,

Or really love it

I know the truth. After I shook my head like this, the madam held my hand and said,

“So, Elena. I also hope that you find your life instead of taking care of me.”

“But ma’am. There are no good men around here.”

“What if I arrange a match?”

“It’s okay. Lady.”

I sternly refused, and the madam gave me a worried look. Looking at those ebony-like eyes, I always think of wanting to serve my mistress. And I also think that it would be nice if the owner of this mansion died in a sudden accident.

The madam smiles at me while drinking moderately cooled coffee. I stand next to her and listen to the madam’s annoyances about having too much bread or too much coffee, and she eats next to her.

“Really, you shouldn’t be like this.”

“In this mansion, the only person I can talk to is you.”

When I laughed, the madam started telling small stories. The novel I read yesterday. Fireworks last night. Then I talked about the things I had heard or seen by ear. The story that the servants are still noisy, or that the master still harasses Evan.

“Really, I wish I could do it in moderation. No matter how much you are a slave, you have to do it in moderation.”

Madam said that and shook his head. I nodded at her words, but did not discuss the solution. Master was a very scary person when angry. After buying Evan, the frequency of Master’s anger has definitely decreased.

So we decided to ignore the story about Evan and talk about something else.

In the end, it was something that could be solved if Evan was quiet. While Evan dealt with the hate, we were able to live a cozy life like this.

“Ah! Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!”

However, it was when I was going to talk about the topic of whether the fireworks display yesterday was very pretty. A groan echoed with the sound of someone being beaten outside. I tried to ignore it and continue the story, but even I, who tried not to show it, heard a bloody sound that surprised me.

Madame was startled and said to me,

“What… ! Elena. Go quickly and dry the servants. If you hit me like that, I will kill a person.”

“Yes. Lady.”

I quickly moved to the back of the mansion where the screams rang out. There were few people working in this manor, but there were so many people who beat them that the screams never stopped.

“Aaaaagh!”

Today the screams were high and harsh, and more frequent.

When Evan died, it bothered me in many ways.

“Turn it off…! Turn off… !”

The back of the mansion drew closer. The sound of the beating had died down, and a moan of pain rang out. I closed my eyes and shouted at these rude guys.

“Hit in moderation! The madam says it’s noisy!”

And carefully opened my eyes. When the madam stopped it, the servants would leave Evan rolling on the floor as if they couldn’t help it.

The grunting sounds of regret and the vulgar gazes blatantly scanning my body were things I didn’t want to face.

So I would look up from the floor and avoid eye contact with them.

“Turn it off… !”

When I narrowed my eyes, I saw the blurry shape of a person rolling around.

I wondered if it was Evan, so when I looked up a little more, two more people were rolling on the floor. When I opened my eyes wide in surprise, Evan was standing there.

He was looking down at the servants with a relieved expression.

Servants were rolling on the floor.

Evan walked leisurely, stepping on the fallen servant, then patted me on the shoulder and disappeared.