When other female servants ask me about my work, I solemnly reply, "Be professional,"
"Did you cop a feel?"
I will myself to not blush because I am innocent, "Be professional, please,"
They spare me after finding me boring. As if I will land myself in trouble to be your gossip!
Anyway, on one particular fine day, Third Master calls me to his study room. I no longer faint now, so maybe they will increase my workload.
Going in, male lead asks if I can read.
"No," I reply confidently. Transmigrating allows me to understand them verbally and nothing else, "I can write though. Do you need me to copy something?"
Third Master pauses then asks, "What do you usually write?"
"Haven't written anything since coming here," I muse, meaning this world instead of Household
In an act of kindness, male lead gives me a brush, ink, and paper. Awkwardly, I write alphabet letters.
It can't be helped that I need to get used to writing with a brush first!
Taking another paper with permission, I write (Status Effect: Male Lead) to gift to Third Master.
I don't explain and he doesn't understand what I write. Hahaha.
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Alkimia ~the Chemistry of Love~
Short Story"Welcome to Alkimia, my personal library. Allow me to show you excerpts from the books I own. Do not hesitate to give recommendations, if you have any. I am a (self-proclaimed) collector, after all. Do enjoy your visit here, however brief it is. Com...
