The Cat Witch.

II

Sebastian had shown (y/n) the endless rooms of the mansion, each with an important meaning. The servants' quarters, the Master's study, the kitchen, the game room, you name it. The whole time, he had been wearing a smile full of false meaning.

Well, almost. (Y/n) couldn't help but sense some sort of... affection. She shook it off, thinking that he was just messing with her.

"Well," said Sebastian, interrupting the witch's train of thoughts. "My duty calls. I'm afraid I must leave now. Do feel free to find the other servants and introduce yourself; tomorrow you'll be helping them on their daily tasks."

She nodded. "Of course. Could you please tell me where they are at the moment?"

The butler pulled out a pocket watch, observed it intently for a few seconds, then put it away.

"If I'm correct," informed Sebastian, "Finnian, our gardener, should be watering the herbs in the greenhouse at the moment. Mey-Rin, the house maid, should be washing the Young Master's bedsheets. Bardroy, the-" he paused for a moment, seeming reluctant to give the last title, "-cook, is probably on his break time, so I have no precise location. My apologies."

"It's alright," said (y/n). "Are there not any more servants? With a noble as rich as Master, I mean..."

"Well," added the butler, "there is one more, but he is often low on energy, so he normally sits out of chores. His name is Tanaka, and he's most likely drinking tea in the kitchen."

"I see," she said. "Well, I'll go check the laundry room for, uh, Mey-Rin, was it?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yes. I must leave as well. I hope to see you again later."

With that, the two left, each going their separate ways.

(Y/n) arrived on the outside of the laundry room to hear a loud clunk and the sound of liquid pouring, closely followed by a scream. Concerned, the witch burst through the door and found a maid with cherry-red hair tied in two pigtails under a lacy frill.

"Oh no!" she said in despair. "Sebastian will kill me, yes he will!"

(Y/n) coughed awkwardly, causing Mey-Rin to turn around rapidly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" she exclaimed, not expecting a new person at the door. When she noticed that it wasn't Sebastian, she calmed down slightly.

"Oh, hello dear!" Mey-Rin said, regaining her composure. "What brings you here?"

(Y/n) gave a small smile. "I'm the new maid. My name is (y/n), and you're Mey-Rin, I assume?"

"Yes, yes I am!" Mey-Rin shook (y/n)'s hand excitedly. "Mr. Sebastian must have brought you here and told you about us already."

"Yes," confirmed (y/n). "So, do you need any help?"

Mey-Rin's warm smile faded into a look of worry. "Oh, that's right!"

She turned to face an ironing table where an expensive-looking shirt lay. Everything seemed fine with it- apart from the gigantic colour-deprived stain right smack in the middle. (Y/n)'s shocked expression must have been very visible, since Mey-Rin grew even more nervous than before and let out a groan.

"What am I going to do?" asked the maid, flailing her arms around. "That was one of Master's favourite shirts, yes it was!"

"Calm down," said (y/n) soothingly. "I can fix this, don't worry."

"How?" asked Mey-Rin curiously, as the witch approached the ironing table.

(Y/n) gave a small smirk. "Let's just say that I was chosen for this manor for a reason."