After dying, reincarnating, being stolen from his mother, and becoming a servant for an arrogant noble, Moyin could say he got the better end of the stick. He was treated with respect and grace that most servants could never see. His master was ador...
Moyin carried on in apprentice service without discomfort until given the task to gather all the used dishes Miss used for tea and take them to the kitchen. All he noticeably did was pause. No matter how he tried to deny it, he supposed that he did have some apprehension at going back to the place he once lived in.
Most people will not welcome themselves into a home that claimed they caused the murder of their 'mother'. Rumors got out of hand quickly in the lower servants' quarters. By the time he left, the last whisper he heard was something about him cooking his mother to eat.
Moyin sighed. He grabbed the cluttered teacups and plates. There was still a lot of snacks left on the plate, which he of course swiped for himself. Unused teabags were set to the side to be used at a later date.
They still had not invented the dumbwaiter in this era, just as their architecture did not go past 2 floors. It was so uncomfortably primitive. Moyin could bet that the only reason their were toilets and showers were impart to the added magic. These people don't seem to be very willing to be inventive.
He carried all the delicate plates with practiced and careful steps until he made it down to the kitchens. He still remembered the warm walls, homely decorations, and welcoming atmosphere. He imagined that if he had not been introduced by elaine, he would have been treated like a nuisance. In turn, the only reason Elaine was popular was because she served his mother.
As soon as he ducked into the narrow halls, he was hit with noise. The mansion walls were very well insulated he noticed. Moyin walked step by step back into memories.
Ignored by those around him he could go on in silence. He set down the china on the dirty china matt near the washbin, each into their own spot. The nobles were very protective of their fragile china. It seemed that it was more delicate than anything in his last life, almost naturally transparent. Likely the materials were gathered by Earth Magicians for a purer composition and fired with a Fire Magician's precision.
Lesser Nobles can probably only afford general china - milky and barely a cover in front of others. The quality of your china set was the quality of your life. Gifting china was seen a cutesy and a sign of how you viewed the other. Gifting cheap china was an insult.
He was to learn of this kind of etiquette and social ques as to warn who to be wary against. These were all jobs of a personal servant. It was all nonsense and petty sophistry but it was the life that the nobles were born into. The servants were merely the ones that had to cater to that lifestyle.
Still, he'd practically been beaten over the head with the phrase 'Nobles serve the people, are therefore higher then us, are nobler then us, purer then us' and had learned to keep his eyerolls to himself.
What would those instructors feel if they knew I was purer then them? He had wondered one night.
After setting down the silver platter he carried them on, he tried his best to slip out unnoticed. In his had was the cheap cloth that housed the leftover cookies. When he was stopped by a couple rowdy looking 10 year olds, he knew he should have tucked it into his coat.
One mousy brown haired brat stamped his foot. "Oi, lazy ass, stealing is illegal. We'll be confiscating those biscuits." The kid made a grabbing motion for the bag. Moyin wanted to roll his eyes. They were just same cookies, not like they couldn't swipe a few from the ones made from the cooks.
Admittedly, Moyin had been a bit spoiled in his years under the name Moyin. He forgot his cute face was the one did the stealing, not his hands, not his clumsy unpracticed hands. He might have been a master thief once upon a time, but that didn't change he was in the body of 6 year old.
Moyin jolted back his hands then used the other to smack the kids grubby hands. "Back off brat." He growled back.
"Who're you calling brat!" Was the yelled response. Things escalated quickly and loudly enough for the surrounding adults to look up from their work. Brats were loud, weren't they?
He knew they wouldn't do anything for an unknown and chose to stare back with a slight smirk. After he'd slapped himself out of his depression, he'd gotten by control of his facial muscles. He wasn't just seeking warmth anymore. Playing with little kids like this was just something to pass the time.
A few adults absentmindedly chided the children for their pettiness but otherwise not much else was done. Moyin sighed. Children would be children - conveniently he seemed to have forgotten he was a child as well. "You are. I was allowed to take these cookies by the Young Miss."
First there was shock on the faces of the children, then there a flash of fear, finally a cocky smirk that made someone want to raise a fist. "Oh, so you're the dick-less bastard whose serving the lady. How's it feel to have your dick cut off!?"
Moyin wanted to laugh. Where had these children learned these kind of words, you might ask? from the adults that stared on. Gossip hounds never shut up. Moyin touched the cookies into his pocket then laced his fingers behind his back. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "It's great! Would you like me to recommend you for the job as well?" The children stiffened.
Hearing my threat, an adult stepped in. "Now, now, children shouldn't fight. All of you, say you're sorry and run along." They said with superiority. They were most likely a friend of these children's mother or something along those lines.
Moyin replied in his sweetest tone, nodding obediently. "I'm sorry for threatening to have your dicks cut off." Then sprinted away, trying to hide the little smirk that had creeped up on his face, leaving behind four red-faced and flustered servants.
Soon he slipped back into his master's room to totter behind the nanny once more. The nanny was getting old and he'd heard gossip that the head of the house was getting to old to have children. After the nanny stops raising the young miss, it's possible she'll be laid off or put into a branch household.
She would likely get one of two treatments at a branch household: shunned for being demoted or feared and respected for being from the main house. It would likely not be pleaqsent. He thought to have pity for her but was unfortunately too distracted to spare her any. She was a great teacher, a fast talker. He will be sad to see her go.
One night as he had went off to bed, she had brought him aisde. She'd said to him that once she leaves, the Miss will likely throw a fit. His first offical days on the job will most likely not be pleasent. However this is when he need to display perfection so she won't fire him in a fit. He nodded seriously, thanking the nanny for her kindness.
Children were so hard to deal wth.
| Author's Note |
A little personal on this chapter, coming straight from the prespective of Moyin instead of an overview. It was honestly just my mood but, if you need a reason, I was trying hard to blow through the introduction into the household.
If you haven't guessed already, he'll be spending most of his time with the miss. I'll try and find some online photos but for visualazation of the characters but there really aren't a lot of green eyed anime boys. Sigh. For the Miss? I'm not quite sure.
I guess he'd look something like this right now. With green eyes. -
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