บททั้งหมดของ The One who does Not Understand Isekai: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Wake up   Evy opened her eyes to a room she doesn’t know. The ceiling of the room was definitely different from the ceiling she had back in her apartment. Her apartment was small and compact, enough for a small futon, a table, desk, and TV.    The room she was now in was definitely beyond the pay grade she was making.   *clack* *clack* *clack* She heard the door of the room open and someone running away. But because she was distracted she had not seen who had walked out on her.    She tried her best to move her body and felt soft cotton.   Even the bed she was laying on was bigger.    The objects that surrounded her were all high-quality furniture and the more she turned to look at these, the more she questioned what had happened to her, prior to her awakening.    Evy remembered that she was a 27-year-

Evy has experience job hunting before. Any opening available, she would try to apply. Sometimes even goes as far as to work as an intern for a long time before they finally give her a position. That was how dedicated she was. Others would say crazy. Yet, it was a bit different here. There were no such things as companies. She wanted her prospects to widen so she was planning to go to the city only to find out that she wasn’t allowed to bring anyone with her. Geographical-wise, she can easily get lost. The Duke was willing to drive her anywhere she wanted as long as she can tell in them advance. So she can’t just willy-nilly go anywhere in the city. When she asked Oji-san for help, she was told that she might get lucky with being a maid. Just like Holly. Since she was already open to the prospect, the only thing she needed was the directions. That’s how Evy changed her course and tried looking for jo

Chapter 5: My Mistress “What is this I’m hearing about you almost getting mauled yesterday?”   “You’ve mistaken. There’s no truth to those rumors. I only got a few scrapes. Nothing more. They’ve also healed already.”   The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Lord Rose sat at his desk while Lady Francine was standing in front of him, body straight and eyes nervous. Her hand keeps on fidgeting behind her. A clear indication that she wasn’t as composed compared to how she’s facing her father.   Evy was much farther away from them. Only a servant who’s observing.   She stood on the sidelines, most of the time, and would only move when she is directed to do an order from Lady Francine.   She had to get used to standing straight and not doing anything extra like tapping her foot or rocking back and forth. Least she would come off as someone incompetent&

Chapter 7   Evy grew up with only a mother to look after her. Her father left them even before she was born. At the time when she was still trying to learn how to survive in life, she never understood people who had fathers.   She also didn’t envy them. How could she? Not when in her head, she did not need someone fatherly to show her how to fight for scraps with other homeless children... or how to find food herself when no one would give the time and day for some dirty scrawny kid.   No. She did not envy them at all.   “Father! Please reconsider, I do not want to marry Rodrick!”   “Do not raise your voice at me” Lord Rose had heard about the incident that cause damage to the left main hallway of the house and the consequent injury of two of her personal maids. He was furious and had called on his daughter just to scold her for actions that were beyond her

“My lady, what are we doing here again?”   “We’re here to meet a magician that I always go to when I’m in need of some help.”   The area was shady, and a bit run down as there were basically fewer people where they were going. People, there were wearing long robes and ragged clothing hiding in the nook of dead-end allies and looking at them, as they didn’t belong there.   Lady Francine had decided that she wanted to pay a visit to someone from the downtown and ushered both Oma and Evy to come with her.   Arriving at a shop that had no signage and no indication of what shop it was, Lady Francine knocked five times. A gruff voice sounded from across the door before it was open. Evy saw a middle-aged man that had patches of dirt all around his body, his clothes a mess, and a few of his teeth missing.   He gave them all a glare, distrustful of the visit.   Lady F