Mushoku Tensei Maids の小説・ストーリー

Ryuu was calm and collected, his impassive face showing no signs of strange behavior that would catch the attention of "The Watchers" A knock on the door stopped Ryuu from his endless thoughts, the voice was coming from Aika. She was one of those women in the Hub who wore a typical maid uniform, without a headpiece though. Everyone called them 'Lady', they were the ones who would bring servers to their respective rooms after a reservation service and cleaning duty was done.

I mumbled sadly, it was so frustrating and so unreal to be living through all this, even though it was almost two months since I moved in, it was still all a bit of a fantasy, I refused to connect with reality once and for all. It was too painful! I looked calmly at the contents of the box, which contained five gray shirts with dark blue stripes and five dark blue viscose pants in the same shade as the shirt. At least I'd have one clean outfit a day to wear, I thought. I also had five pairs of white socks and three pairs of very, very ugly black shoes, the exact type worn by the waiters. I swallowed down the tears that threatened to break out again, controlling myself so as not to cry anymor

"Morning service for the Doctor and the children, by order of the royal stewards." The guard on the right scanned the faces of the four kitchen maids. His sharp eyes lingered on Mia for a fraction of a second, noting the subtle tremor in the silver pitcher she held. Mia immediately tightened her grip, forcing her breath to remain slow and rhythmic, blending her posture perfectly with the exhausted, compliant look of the other low-tier workers. To a guard, a kitchen maid was a background fixture, part of the palace machinery. After an agonizing silence, the soldier pulled back his spear, his heavy gauntlet turning the iron handle of the oak door.

Chapter 4 (THE ETERNAL MAID) So where is my room actually? Taso was confused because no one told him where is room is. Excuse me are Mr taso. Yes, I'm tasoshi saya and ho might you be? OH! So your Mr taso sorry for the rudeness, I well call you master now. Ok then I get it, so you're my assigned maid or not but if you are show me where my room is. Yes, I'm you assigned maid, I well provide you want you need and help with things.

The maids, their faces filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, were hovering around her, their voices a soft murmur, their words a testament to Serena's unexpected arrival, her presence a disruption of their carefully orchestrated routine. "Good morning, Serena," one of the maids said, her voice a soft murmur, her tone polite but hesitant, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and unease. "What would you like for breakfast?" Serena, her gaze fixed on the maids, her expression a blend of amusement and disdain, replied, "I’ll have whatever you have, but make it extra crispy."

Chihiro took her phone and raised her eyebrow. "Monica, here is a message from Ryunosuke." After Chihiro said that, she handed her phone to Monica. Monica felt weird and looked at the display of Chihiro's phone. On it, there was a message that was displayed automatically. Ryunosuke: "Hello, Oga-kun, I'm Akasaka Ryunosuke, please take care of me." Maid-chan: "Hello, I am a Maid-chan, an automatic message reply program that is developed by Ryunosuke Akasaka. Please take care of me in the future."

Azar started again. “Already compromised,” Red interrupted. “The maid managed to plant the first camera. That’s enough. We’ll get what we need.” A woman stepped forward now—tall, lean, with pitch-black braids cascading down her shoulders. Her name was Misa, the organization’s master of poisons and subterfuge. “Shall I prepare the Bane Dust for his wine?” she asked, her voice void of emotion. Red waved her off. “No. No poison. Not yet. I want his fall public. Bloody. I want the world to see him crumble from the inside.”

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

*Back At The Mansion (On the same night of Rachel's death) * Brayan is found standing motionless in maders chamber as he watches her pull off her hood. He's the only one who's seen mader without her robe. She pulls off the thick black robe only to reveal dark leather hugging her skin tightly. Allowing her curves to be properly outlined and revealing her clear cleavage. Being a young woman who died at the tender age of 20, she maintained her perfect body when she returned. Mader came back as an immortal but she took upon her human flesh; and as some of us well know, the flesh has desires.

“Eighteen? Are you sure?" “Yes ma’am” “Will you be able to work here as an housemaid?”She asked. “Err..ma’am, actually it's my first time, I guess I will just try my best” I replied scratching my head as if it was itching. “You wanna try your best?I thought you were a professional”Mrs Benson said. I was dumbfounded. I mean, How dare she? How could she expect me to be a professional in a job that is more or less a slave?