Surviving as an Obsessive servant

CHAPTER 15

This is the fifth time today.

“Rovel, take this!”

I received a paper bag handed over by a maid of my age with gratitude.

The contents were cookies just by smelling the savory smell.

Lately, in order to spread the story of the Young Master in a good way, I helped anyone I could see, and I seemed to have won favors here and there.

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I thought it would be better to have a large chocolate chip embedded in it, but the girl, whose face was blushing, hurriedly disappeared to the other side of the garden.

‘Is there something urgent?’

I looked strangely and saw inside a brown paper bag.

It was not what I wanted, but it was a raspberry cookie in the shape of a flower that was so pretty that it was a waste to eat.

‘—But also Madeleine earlier. Why are they giving them all in flower shapes?’

When I was young, my name meant a flower called Rovelia, so I was tired of receiving gifts that symbolized flowers.

But there’s no one here who knows the truth—.

Does everyone like flowers? Anyway, it’s an unexpected fortune.

‘As expected, people have to live a good life.’

Since I received it, I bit the cookie.

The sweet and savory taste spread throughout the mouth.

However, the aftertaste was bitter.

‘I’m just getting along with other people since there’s no news about the person I should actually be friends with—’

Whether this is good or bad.

There has been no significant progress since the Young Master returned from his hometown.

He was still wary of me, and he was nervous when I tried to help him use crutches.

He was especially offended by the fact that I used crutches better than him.

‘Well, although I’m good, it was because of the disease.’

Fortunately, I’m recovering because I’m in the same space as him.

‘Well, I’ll deal with the rest one by one.’

With a bitter expression on my face, I even murmured with the cookies I was eating.

At that time, I felt another presence.

“What are you doing here?”

“—Ah. Nuna.”

A kitchen maid, who is usually hard to see, approached me.

According to Rimson Hyung, she was a keen Eonni who noticed the number of days he didn’t wash his hair like a ghost—.

I hurriedly stuffed the leftover cookies into the back pocket of my pants while greeting.

But she blocked my way as if the purpose of coming here was me.

“Hey, Rovel. Do you have any trouble?”

—You aren’t asking because you know everything, right?

I was a little nervous but decided to hold it for now.

“Trouble?”

“Hmm. No. Should I guess?”