Indeed, if there were such a Prince nearby, anyone would have had such a dream at least once.
The experienced attendant bowed her head politely, like a member of the imperial family. But Shartus nodded and left immediately. There must have been something to be said clearly.
For example, her external work, or that this is a contract job, and Rosentine has to do something other than her regular duties. Of course, she also knows that it wouId have been difficult to say exactly what she was doing.
Due to the nature of Rosentine's mission, she had to play the role of a seemingly ordinary handmaid. Moreover, the position of maid of honor in the imperial family was not a bad job. The pay was good, and you were able to learn a lot of things.
Shartus may have thought that he was doing her a favor.
Since she is not an aristocrat, she will not feel insulted.
Rosentine wasn't particularly offended either.
How hard she had to grow up alone in Korea in the first place. She did anything she could, whether hard or bad.
But that was not the problem. It was a fact that this situation would become even more serious.
'I don't know that the Prince didn't say it openly. Don't you have a head?'
Moren was one of the people Rosentine witnessed with a 'blackened face'. Rosentine shook her head inwardly when she saw that Molen's eyes were full of resentment.
Those who have a lot of reason will know. That Rosentine is not a common new maid.
Rosentine greeted the attendants who had gathered after Shartus left. It was an attitude that she couldn't think of as a newcomer.
Unusually, a new handmaiden comes in at a time when the succession to the throne has become ambiguous. The Prince was brought her in for a reason. In other words, she must have been a maid with connections.
Therefore, it was safe to say that those who looked down on Rosentine, other than those who were as bright and experienced as they were, were likely to be at odds with the Second Prince.
It can be said that Shartus put his vassals among the maids.
Therefore, the maid job originally given to Rosentine was very simple. That's why the maid's original duties were quite simple: she was cutting curtains for longbows.
Until Moren walked into the laundry room and threw a rag at her.
"If you can't do it all today, youwon't have lunch. That's how you learn to work. If you do well, I'll give you a potato, so do your best. There are some sprouts, so dig them up and eat them well. Oh. It wasn't a bud, it was a fungus?"
The unfortunate thing is that Moren is Rosentine's direct senior. Of course, Rosentine was brought in by Shartus, so there was no way there would be a senior in the first place.
The luck of a direct senior was what Moren claimed. She heard that the youngest maid was Moren before Rosentine came in.
Moren desperately raised the bridge of her nose and showed the most sinister expression she could make.
'If I bring in a dedicated maid, it won't last long. That's why I stopped bringing one in.'
Come to think of it. Shartus said. Rosentine understood only then. After being pecked full of jealousy, where would you feel like working?
Rosentine knew that Moren was only the beginning. Those who admired the revered Prince, both men and women, resented Roan for not being able to take her place.
'I guess you think I can just quit or get fired.'
The rag in her hand gave off a foul odor. It looked like it had been used to wipe off milk. If she tried to clean Shartus's room with it, it would definitely smell like putrefaction.
Perhaps Moren had two plans: either I wipe the Prince's room with a stinking rag to lose his trust, or suffer to the death to remove the rag's smell.
If she doesn't help the first batter, the next batter won't stay still. But she also wondered if people so passionate about love would succumb to such obstacles.
Rosentine looked at Moren. She was too low-level to be called a villainess. But that didn't mean she wasn't annoying.
Moren judged that Rosentine, who was silent, was trembling with insult and fear. Moren snorted and raised her voice.
"If you don't want to go without eating even potatoes, you'd better get moving. Oh, by the way, this is where you'll be sleeping from now on.
Moren pointed to a cramped utility room inside the laundry room, a room filled with all sorts of junk and trash.
Through the open door, she could see a bed with its blanket completely torn. Even a quick glance revealed it had been put out for disposal.
Rosentine barely managed to suppress a laugh. She knew very well what the imperial maids ate and where they slept. And it wasn't for nothing that palace maids were so coveted.
Kartazen was a wealthy empire. Furthermore, it spared no expense in providing for its immensely powerful imperial family.
Even though they were commoners, the imperial maids were provided with quality food and had access to clean beds. Perhaps Rosentine was assigned a room, too, though she's not sure.
It would have been Moren, her guide, who told her the location, so it would have been better if Moren had shouted so loudly.
She assumed it was possible.
Rosentine sighed. The situation was pathetic. Moran, furious, snapped at her.
"I guess you haven't grasped the situation yet. If you starve yourself for a few days, you won't see that face anymore. Just do your best!"
The laundry room door closed with a creaking sound. It was the sound of Moren leaving.
All that was left was a rag that smelled like milk and a basket of laundry.
It was completely understandable why Shartus didn't have a dedicated maid. The person he brought in must have been competent. But seeing that even such a person couldn't hold out, Rosentine could understand the situation.
Moren is not the end.
Rosentine looked at the pile of curtains she was holding. It was a half-finished job. Rosentine exhaled slowly. She thought ahe work quietly, but it turns out people's tempers are just as bad as the world.
'If the Second Prince brought me, they must have thought that my abilities must be outstanding. That's why they must have been even more jealous.'
Rosentine smiled slowly. It was a malicious laugh. It was indeed she who had chosen the role of attendant. She believed it was the best way to achieve her goal.
She thought that doing some maid work and keeping up with the rhythm would help to dull her own presence. Even though she was a Princess, she had a more important goal, so there was no need to hesitate.
While working as a maid, it was important to maintain Shartus's prestige. To show incompetence beyond expectations would only draw attention.
However, there is an additional charge for relieving other people's stress.
Let's develop habits early on.
She threw the rag she was holding into the laundry basket. She then shoved the remaining curtains, which needed to be folded, into Moren's basket. After all, Moren was the one who had been in charge of this.
It's unlikely that you'll suddenly need to wash the mop basket, so it was probably something that needed to be done periodically, i.e.
It meant that if Rosentine kept her mouth shut, Moren would be the one who would be in trouble.
Because she's also a newcomer.
"Finished work."
Rosentine smiled refreshingly and even made a motion to wipe the sweat from her hard work.
The curtains she'd put up would probably be washed together with Moren after she'd been quite a bit of agitated. If she'd waited a little longer, someone could have watched over them and tidied them up neatly.
After assigning all the work to Moren, Rosentine neatly arranged the curtains she had opened and stacked them neatly in their proper places. The maid who had assigned her the work probably assumed the remaining commons had been used somewhere.
The only people who would get angry would be Moren. Bullying can only be done if you have enough food.
She wasn't at all afraid of Moren's threats or the harassment that would follow. There was a crucial difference between them.
'I won't be cut off.'
That she was with the iron rice bowl, at least until Shartus died.
Rosentine was unyielding. Accepting the bullying would only lead to more severe harassment and a sense of unwarranted superiority. This was especially true given that she was her first victim.
Even if she fought Moren while using bad language, it would only result in an uncomfortable picture.
Rosentine is not uncomfortable, but in a place like this where etiquette reigns supreme, it's common to just cut off the troublemakers.
So, Rosentine's approach was to repay with a little more than what she had received.
Her message was simple: if you touch someone, you'll get hurt. It might take some time, but that's usually the best way to go. No one likes to be touched.
Rosentine, whistling lightly, left the laundry room. She was curious to see what would happen when she returned.
Even if it wasn't for her maid duties, she was really busy. Since Shartus had said he had work to do, she would have to see the letter later.
Of course, even if she had so much free time that she was bored to death, she had no intention of giving Moren any space.
Even so, she still needed to find food and a place to sleep. Moren must have been sincere when she refused to give her food.
If she loses her mind like this, Rosentine might starve to death, so she might grab the Prince by the collar.
Isolation is not good anywhere. She thought as she walked the palace halls where the maids walked. She wondered if she could use her relationship with someone.
First of all, the relationship she had was clear.
Ghost.
***
Rosentine discovered a new way of life in the palace. The paths available to visitors as a royal guest or nobleman were different from those available to servants.
The soldiers on patrol would always tell her where to find her quarters or where the servants' mess hall was whenever she got lost.
Thanks to this, Rosentine was able to find accommodations prepared for her.
It was near the eastern gate of the palace. On her way to find the ghost she'd previously encountered, several ghosts were whispering at the entrance.
- Do you know the story about the decoration cabinet that Count Herman brought in?
- Are there people these days who don't know that?
- What are you talking about?
- There you go, this stupid guy.
Rosentine listened. Before, it was gossip that could have been ignored, but now there was reason to unravel it.
Since each of those rumors contained someone's whereabouts, the main character of the story was a nobleman from the 2nd Prince faction.
Rosentine slowed her pace to listen more closely to the ghosts' story.
- I got the ivory cabinet at a high price, and it has a story to tell.
- You should tell me right away, isn't it Mura's ivory?
- Yeah, they poured a ton of money into it. They said it was a gift for the Prince. Many even gossiped that it was fake.
- Useless things.
Mura's Ivory. That word caught Rosentine's Interest. The Ivory of the Mura was a famous legend that appeared in almost all children's children's children's books.
Ahe didn't know if it actually happened, but she was surprised to hear that.
In short, it was the story of a man named Mura who had obtained the treasure of the gods. It is said that the treasure, Ivory, can cure diseases.
In reality, it would be a huge treasure, but it was quite suspicious to appear at a time like this. Apparently, the Crown Prince had been suffering from illness for a long time.
Is the prince giving the gift, the First Prince or the Second Prince?
Normally, you would think of her as a crown prince, but Shartus had visited Count Herman on the night he met her. Rosentine thought she should ask Shartus later.
She remembered it for now and went head-on between them.
"Hello."
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