When Gremory came to her senses, she was wearing the same maid's suit as Anna.
She also removed all the bandages that were wrapped around her body. She treated her leg and applied some strength, and the wounds on her body healed a lot.
Chession folded his arms and checked Gremory's condition.
"Hmm. How did you get better so quickly? Is it because we feed a lot of meat to the northern snowy people?"
"I guess so! Can I work at the laundromat with my Mori?"
Anna hugged Gremory's left arm, and her eyes sparkled. Gremory, who was demoted from "Miss Mori" to "Mori." felt strangely bad.
Besides, the reason Anna has been doing so well so far is to make her working.
'What did I expect?'
"Hmm. A laundromat would be fine, but it would be nice to let Mori look around and choose for herself. Let's follow the maid around and see the overall atmosphere."
The middle-aged maid appeared with a smile. Gremory pouted her lower lip and followed behind the maid.
'Do I have to do human housework? I? Is this Gremory?'
She'd rather drag out into the battlefield and kill all the enemy soldiers. Or to spread the plague in the Crown Prince's house.
It's just housework. Shr used to do a big job as a leader in the demon world, but she had to do laundry, cleaning, and serving snacks.
"Damn. I can't help it."
Gremory squeezed her eyes shut and resigned. Her goal was to live quietly as dust in this house. A maid is like a part of a mansion or a prop, so if she becomes a maid, she will be able to avoid the gaze of other witches. Besides, do human chores have to be difficult and difficult?
....Gremory quickly changed her mind.
"Oh my God, Mori. Laundry is a word. After putting water on the laundry, you apply soap. No, why do you want to drink soap?"
"I thought you would be good at odd jobs because you are from the northern snowfields, but you are a Princess. Oh my god, hot frying pans are hot! Don't touch it!"
"You don't think it's the way he looks at you, asking what a frying pan is, is it?"
"No way... You don't even know what it is, do you?"
The work of humans was more complicated and difficult than she thought. It looks simple, but it is a little exhausting. She wanted to solve it by using magic, but there was no magic that developed into chores. In the Demon World, all the chores are left to the slaves.
The maid's face became more and more earthy. She knew there was nothing she could leave to Mori.
"How could I like her..."
Well, what should I do? Gremory crossed her legs. The maid gave Gremory the nickname "Terrible Princess" and sighed heavily.
Seeing it as he passed by, Chession approached her with a grin.
"Mori seems to have grown up like a Princess."
"..."
"Then it would be more appropriate to be a handmaiden rather than a maid. Won't you just be my handmaiden?"
“?”
It was then that the maid who was listening next to her jumped up.
"Would you be okay? If you become a handmaiden, you will have to learn everything from Isolen, and you know her personality well."
"I know. I think it would be a great match for our Mori."
"I think it's just the opposite."
"You can let them work for a few days, and if it doesn't suit you, you can find another department at that time."
"Eh... I don't know. Do as Your Highness, the Grand Duke, wants."
The maid left with a face that was displeased and said she was going to die.
Who is Isolen? Gremory asked Chession with a look in her eyes. Chesion smiled kindly.
"Isolen is my only private handmaiden. She was a former Countess of Sien. In fact, Isolen alone is enough for the worker, but if you two work together, you will have a lot of leeway, so you and Isolen will be able to enjoy the aristocratic life to some extent."
"..."
"Let's change your clothes first. Like a handmaiden, in a nice dress."
***
Gremory changed into a dress with Anna's help. While Anna changed her clothes, Gremory scribbled in her notebook.
"What's the difference between a handmaiden and a maid? Why do you wear a dress?"
"Well, in terms of rank alone, the handmaiden is much higher than the maid! Since the handmaidens are usually from the aristocracy, they wear dresses for the dignity of the aristocracy. Anyway, it was an honor to be a handmaiden. Congratulations on being a young lady again, Miss Mori."
"But why the yellow dress? Is there any black?"
"Black is only mourning clothes. Ah, put down your notebook and be still."
Gremory stood in front of the mirror and was disgusted. After leaving the dressing room, Gremory headed to Chession's office.
Before opening the door, Gremory paused. It was because of the conversation coming from within.
Chession's voice alternated between the voice of the woman she had never heard before. It seemed to be the voice of a woman named Isolen.
"Am I so lacking? Enough to bring in a new maid?"
"Why is this? I didn't say I would replace you with a new maid."
"Your Highness said that the other day. One handmaiden is enough."
"I did. I just wanted to make room for you because I think you're working your own."
"...I don't need to relax. It's okay to be hard, so I want to stay by His Highness's side. Just me."
So, Gremory seemed to have become Isolen's enemy without even realizing it.
Gremory snorted and opened the door. Isolen's startled green eyes fell on Gremory.
Her eyes were red as if she was crying.
And that woman is named Isolen.
She had black hair.
It seems that after being witch-hunted and rescued by Chession, she fell in love with him and took on the role of a handmaiden.
"...I'm not going to teach her anything."
Isolen, who had a strange temper, slapped Gremory on the shoulder and walked out of the office.
Chession washes his dry face.
"Hah... I didn't expect her to come out like that. Mori, I'm sorry. You and she both have bad personalities, so I thought you would be a great match, but I was mistaken."
"..."
"When I first got Isolen, shr was just like you, Mori. Anyway... Yes? Mori? Where are you going?"
Gremory left the office and chased after Isolen. Sensing her presence, Isolen walked faster to avoid being caught, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and shouted.
"Don't think that you will easily covet the position I have won so hard, and I have no intention of acknowledging you as a colleague, no matter what you say. Just squirm in the break room all day."
Nod. Gremory nodded. That's what I want, you bad-tempered black hair. You do all the work. I'll hang out in the common room.
When Gremory came out more smoothly than expected, Isolen was confused.
"...You really want to be squished in the break room?"
Gremory took out her notebook and scribbled the words.
[...The work is yours, and the break room is mine.]
Isolen's expression twisted strangely. It was because she felt like she was losing a lot of money if she really tried to do it all by herself.
To be honest, the intensity of the maid's work was a little high. Therefore, she always wished that one more maid would come in.
However, she didn't want a beautiful woman like Mori to come in. She wanted a woman who was moderately uglier than her and had a gentle personality who was easy to roll and eat. However, Mori is the exact opposite in every aspect.
[Don't talk about it later. It's all what you wanted.]
Gremory, who had shown the writing in her notebook, was about to pass by with a stretch. Isolen grabbed Gremory's shoulder.
"Wait."
“?”
"...I'll teach you how to organize the extra paperwork. I was stuck in the break room."
Dori-dori. Gremory shook her head and walked away.
The common room was spacious and splendid as it was for the maids. It was a fresh room with green accents on a white background. If she does, it'll be dark, gloomy, and red from now on.
Just as she was putting away the silver candlesticks, Isolen, with a somewhat disgruntled face, appeared with a pile of papers.
"Don't touch my things, don't even think about changing the interior because it's a shared space. Put down the candlesticks and sit here."
The two maids sat across from each other at the table. Isolen slammed the complicated papers in front of Gremory and began to explain. To Gremory, who was not proficient in human affairs, the contents of the documents felt like a code.
Isolen got up with nothing more than what Gremory had to say, whether she understood it or not.
"You can do something as simple as that, right?"
Gremory crossed her legs and her chin on the back of her hand, pouting her lips. She said she wouldn't do it. Then Isolen chuckled.
"Do you know how a useless black-haired woman is treated in this mansion?"
"?"
"Thrown out with the dye."
"!!"
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