Novel & Cerita Mushoku Tensei Maids

If I decline this, the poor maid will have to return to her master. If Ace is called young master, I wonder who the main boss is. Unless they refer to him that way because he's young. "Anything else?" I ask cautiously. This is suspicious. I arrived at this house and received a not-so-warm welcome then he sends a gift. The maid shook her head. I thought she'd leave but she's standing in front of me with her head bowed down like she's waiting for something. Like a permission. Oh my god, Ace must be so inhuman if his maids are like this. Geez.

I didn't like my maids much as they always look at me with resentment as if I had stolen their husbands whom they loved so much. My maids were werewolf as they were from Dark Spades. I didn't know who assigned then to me but I could also be with human maids and they could serve me more efficiently and especially not with that stare in which it's written that we-are-not-pleased-while-serving-for-you or we-will-kill-you-whenever-the-King will order. Hopefully Zackarya wouldn't ask the maids to kill me ever as he would do the honours himself.

The massive mahogany table, typically staffed by a small army of servants, now seems eerily empty with only a handful of maids present. Maya's eyes dart around the room, counting the staff members with growing concern. Where there were once ten or seven, now she sees only four trembling figures in their crisp black and white uniforms. The remaining maids move with exaggerated care, their hands shaking as they serve the morning meal. The clink of china against china seems unnaturally loud in the tense silence. One young maid, Joan, approaches Jackson's seat with a pitcher of fresh orange juice, her steps faltering slightly as she draws near.

I inquired, wrapping my clothes around me quickly. The master asked us to attend to you,” the maids chorused. My jaw dropped upon seeing the number of maids standing in front of me, all dressed in a well-tailored black gown with a black ribbon attached to their hair. “The master, as in Aiden?” I stuttered, my eyes darting from one person to another. “Yes,” One of the maids answered. “I’m the chief's maid,” she said, bowing her head to me before signaling to the rest to get to work.

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

she wore a disgusted scowl on her face, "Hey, don't talk about miss Maraïda like that. You know she's the new lady of the house now," another maid added, "New lady my foot! That woman is a sneaky bitch! She just wants to replace Madame Sophia in Mr. Shenko's life." The second maid with the scowl repeated, "Cassidy!!!" The head maid, I remember was called Fatou, scolded her, "Stop! What ever happens in our superiors lives is none of our business. We are here to work and that is just what we should do."

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

Why is she not doing it? "I'm fine, Kakay. You can go now." I concede. I am not feeling well. "Are you sure, bu-in, I mean, madame?" "What did you just call me?" "Ahh, bu-in. That was the Korean of Madame," she answered. "Oh, okay." I nodded. "How come you know it? Do you have a Korean boyfriend?" I was just intrigued by the maid. She seems to be becoming fluent as well. And the maid just shuddered. She smiled like she had been bitten by an ant. Such a flirt!

Being a maid is the hardest job for me. I don’t want to have a master, because I want to be the master of my own but life is really fucking me hard! “Faster! I’m hungry, if you failed to serve it here for one minute, I will eat you!” Alpha Blaze shouted from his room. Eat me? You will not dare to do so. “Just go on, eat me and you’ll be poison right away!” I answered back without doubt. I know he is strong, but I am superior to him. I can destroy him in just one snap of my hand, but of course I won’t do that to this guy.

‘What the fuck’ she yelled angrily ‘get out of my office this instance , get out’ ‘sorry ma’am’ the maid said stammering as she hurriedly gathers her cleaning equipments and tries to go out of the office but she falls out of fear making the soapy water to pour on her and the floor, the maid looks back and starts to whimper when she sees Lisa glaring at her. If glares could kill she would be a thousand times dead by now and she knew that even without her glaring she was already in trouble.