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My consciousness feels like it's being swept away by a flood, my body feels light, and I can't help but think about Moria at this moment. Even before our final farewell, I was intentionally keeping my distance from her. It must have been a difficult goodbye for her...
But now doesn't seem to be the time to be thinking about these things.
A piece of white, so white that it's hard for me to open my eyes. What is this warm and familiar feeling? In order to confirm where I am, I must open my eyes. I instinctively covered my eyes with my hand, only to realize that this feeling is brought by the sunlight, and there is gradually sound around me. But is this the sound of a train moving? The clanging sound has been stimulating my eardrums.
I slowly put down my hand, feeling strange. Something doesn't seem quite right?
"Is this the train? Did the magic work? Huangyu Continent It's actually quite advanced here, there's even a train. My previous impression was that the technology level here was quite backward. Not only that...
"Oh, you're awake. Do you want some water?"
There is a woman sitting across from me, dressed like a 19th-century English maid, trying to strike up a conversation with me. After confirming that there is no one next to me, I realize that she is indeed looking at me and asking a question.
"I, I need," she seemed to have been lost in thought just now, and was very surprised when I suddenly woke up.
"Okay, it's almost lunchtime, let's go to the dining car for lunch."
"Mm." However, she quickly put away her expression, so now it feels like there's no expression at all.
I got up and followed her footsteps. She walked without looking back, and I took the opportunity to observe the situation in the carriage. The women were looking at the scenery outside the window, and the men were reading newspapers. "The Bist tribe is not afraid of difficulties, and is preparing to resist disasters together; the Mo tribe is provoking conflicts again, and the people of the Huanmo tribe are calling on all tribes to unite against the Mo tribe's wrongdoing." Some striking words fell into my eyes. Although the term "Mo tribe" only appears in the Huangyu Continent, the current situation is more puzzling than before.
I followed her into a private room separated by short curtains, with a table, four chairs, and a bell on the table.
I sat down and looked at the scenery outside the window. There was nothing much to say about the various trees and the blue sky outside.
There are no power poles, it seems that this is not the electricity era.
I was still daydreaming when the maid picked up the bell and rang it loudly. It seems to be a service bell.
"That." I looked at her after her attention shifted to me, "How long have we been on the train?"
"From when we got on, it's been about two hours, we should be arriving soon."
"Two of you, what would you like to order?"
"What would you like to eat?"
"I, my words, and you are enough."
"Okay, then two set meals number four, and a cup of warm water," she quickly and skillfully ordered the meal for two.
"Ah, thank you, you've gone to a lot of trouble."
She seemed somewhat surprised and paused before saying, "You're too kind."
Very fluent and clever response, it seems she is well-matched with this outfit.
"Excuse me, hello, here is your appetizer, enjoy."
The waiter suddenly appeared and neatly arranged the food. It looks like small bread. "You should eat well today too."
"This should be the appetizer, right?"
"Hmm? Yes, this is the appetizer for set menu four. Is it not to your liking?"
"No, go ahead and eat, it's nothing."
Appetizers, this is usually the style of Western cuisine, right? I never thought that an ordinary student like me would actually have a decent Western meal.
It tastes really crispy and soft, with a strong fragrance. It's a bit dry at first, but leaves a slightly sweet aftertaste. It's really a great flavor.
The girl across from me keeps looking over here from time to time, which makes me a little concerned. It's not a flirtatious look, but rather a sharp gaze, as if she wants to devour me alive. Did I do something to upset her?
"Hello, this is your main course: medium rare sirloin steak and creamy mushroom soup," the waiter interrupted me without giving me any extra time to think.
Sure enough, what was brought out was indeed the steak, but it looked like there was very little of it.
Let me see, left fork right knife, um, push hard in the front, and relax when pulling back, ah, it's really good to read more books. I just casually learn from the internet, and then apply it right away.
"Is it really to your taste? You seem to be struggling quite a bit with it."
"I'm just feeling a bit uncomfortable, I need to go to the bathroom, sorry."
I was feeling really uncomfortable with the food, so I wanted to escape to the bathroom to relax for a bit.
The train toilet was quite easy to find, so I hurriedly ran into the toilet.
"What is this? Have I traveled to Europe?"
I haven't recovered from Moria yet, and my mind is already in a whirl. Strange things keep happening one after another.
Anyway, I don't have time to think about all this mess. Since coming here, everything has made me uncomfortable. I feel weird even walking, and the bathroom should have a mirror for me to look at.
Let me calm down for a moment, so I walked towards the mirror.
"So many troubles, huh?"
A close-fitting vest, paired with a chestnut-colored coat, looks very nice, but...
"Who is this?"
I couldn't help but be surprised. The man in front of me was someone I had never seen before, and yet he was reflected in the mirror I was currently staring at.
"Moria, is the teleportation different from the others?"
Eya and Demon King didn't change their appearance after teleportation, how could this happen.
The man in front of me looks very weathered, with a beard that seems to have been left unattended for some time. His hair is a little cleaner, so it seems like he still maintains some basic hygiene.
It seems that it wasn't difficult to walk just now, but it seems that my height has increased a bit. I used to be 176cm, and now I estimate that I'm around 180cm.
There's no other way, I need to calm down. I put my palm on my mouth, close my eyes, and take deep breaths to help me relax a bit.
At present, I can only accept reality. I'm just investigating the strange things here, so it doesn't matter what kind of situation it is.
However, what's strange is that my voice hasn't changed at all.
Don't keep her waiting for too long now, think about it slowly later.
So I turned and left the restroom, returning to the dining car.
"Ah, you're back."
"Hmm? Why are you standing?" She suddenly stood up to greet my return after seeing me from a distance.
"Of course, I can't just start eating without your permission. That would be disrespectful," she paused and explained to me.
"Oh, I see. It's okay, please sit down and continue eating. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
"No, it's just my duty. Welcome back."
I looked at her plate, and indeed, it was untouched just as I left it.
But I still couldn't help but think of what happened earlier, if I weren't the one I am now. Where did my original body go? And who is this person that's supposed to be me now?
If there were passports and ID cards in another world, it would be okay for now I'm clueless.
Oh, come to think of it.
"Speaking of which, you haven't properly addressed me in a while."
"I apologize for my negligence, master, and I am truly sorry for making you feel unhappy."
She stood up and bowed to me, but it was not my intention to embarrass her.
"It's okay, so it seems like you haven't forgotten my name, right?"
Very well, since she's asking questions, let me "boss" you around a bit.
"Yes, I will never forget, Master Charlotte Dole."
"Well, good, do you still remember where we are going?"
"Of course, we should go home. Your office has been through a lot of turmoil and you've been working hard for a long time."
"By the way, I kind of forgot, where is your hometown?"
"My hometown is Messiah."
Messiah, I remember that's where I chatted with Katherine. I wonder how Katherine is doing. After all, the last time we met, she said she was going out to relax, and then I was teleported away. By the way, could she also be from the Huanmo tribe?
Will the destination be the Messiah? Although she answers whatever she is asked, it feels a bit silly to ask where her home is. Let's just go with the flow. "Please sit down. It seems you already know, which is great."
Although I didn't know how to start a conversation with her, I couldn't just resign myself to enjoying the journey. So I started to fumble around, trying to see what "I" had on me. Strangely, after searching all over my body, all I found was a small box that resembled a matchbox. I noticed that this square box could actually be pulled out and opened, so I tried to pull it out.
"Master, you have reached your limit for today. Please wait until tomorrow."
"Ah, sorry, I'll listen to you."
I was stopped before I even saw what was inside. I had just been poking around a bit, but my so-called "master" still stood up to stop me. But I didn't know anything to begin with, so I guess I won't act recklessly.
"Um, did you take good care of my things?"
"Of course, do you need to check?"
"Okay."
Fortunately, I guessed right. It seems that this Charlotte Doyle is being taken care of meticulously by the maid in front of me. Although I don't know why she has a sloppy appearance, her clothes are very clean, and she is supervised in doing certain things. Even the meal just now was helped along step by step by the maid. It seems like she's completely unaccustomed to society, like a child who needs to be cared for. And things for a hungry child are not left for the child to manage on their own. Yes, it's this "nanny" in front of me who takes care of it. Although everything seems to be going smoothly, it's still a bit strange. I should pay more attention.
"I have already handed everything over to you, please take a look."
Hmm, let me see. A small notebook with some seemingly analytical insights about things and some people, along with some random doodles. I'll have to take my time to look through this. There's also something like a postage stamp, looks like a train ticket, with 'From Messiah to Arrival' written on it. I didn't expect to find a can of candy as well, it does smell like that flavor, but it's probably best not to eat it randomly.
I looked at the things and realized that was all there was, so I returned them to her.
"I'll take care of this myself," I said, pointing to the notebook in my hand.
She looked somewhat surprised, but quickly returned to a calm expression.
"Understood."
"Let's eat, sorry for delaying our time together."
I do feel hungry, even though I just had a bowl of noodles not long ago. It seems my body is in a state similar to that of Sherlock Holmes.
Let's just have a nice meal in the US.
"Oh my, is there a doctor! Help, help!"
The sound of commotion interrupted me just as I was about to pick up my fork. The maid and I turned our heads to look over, and saw an old man fainting at the edge of the distance from our two tables.
Everyone stared intently at the scene, and only the waiter quickly instructed the people around before rushing to find help. It seemed there were no doctors around, so all we could do was watch as an elderly woman urgently sought assistance.
"Um, do you know if he's eating carrots?"
"No doubt, there are indeed a lot of carrots in that salad."
"Where are the bottles over there?"
"Alcohol, it looks like it's the juniper liquor commonly sold in this carriage."
"Master, are you going to help him?" She seemed to be expecting something from me.
"I'm not sure if it's true and it's what I think too."
"Your condition today is indeed quite strange. Don't worry, your deduction is certainly not wrong. He got poisoned because he ate carrots and drank wine together."
"Perhaps it's not just that."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"His clothes are a bit thick, he looks like he's sweating a lot, his face looks a bit red, and he's clearly drinking alcohol, but the glass of water in front of him is almost empty. There's a suspicion of dehydration, so all in all, it looks like he's showing symptoms of heatstroke."
"You are indeed impressive. I didn't notice these things at all. Your reasoning is still outstanding." She stared at me emotionlessly and said, even though she didn't say anything wrong, it sent shivers down my spine.
"He will need your help."
The maid's affirmative words made me have to go and help. I walked up to the waiter who was handling the situation calmly and said, "Please find ice packs or cold towels, and quickly call a doctor, he's probably suffering from food poisoning."
"In that case, let me help."
Suddenly, a young man behind me interjected.
"I am an apprentice knight, capable of using ice magic."
Apprentice, your outfit does look like that of an ordinary person, but I don't know much about it.
Even if he didn't say anything, I almost forgot that this is a different world. It reminds me of the previous Huigu, which makes me feel a little scared.
"Then I'll trouble you." Although I don't know if he can be trusted, I don't have a reason to refuse or intervene.
I stepped back and watched as he deftly unfolded a small hoop in his hand and performed magic on the old man. It seemed quite fantastical to me, as if he was waving strange things in the air and staring at the old man. However, the other passengers seemed to take it in stride, with some already beginning to eat.
On another note, the similarity in altitude between here and Earth is making me feel a bit dizzy, with a sensation similar to that of a horror valley.
I have nothing else to do, so I turned back and found the maid standing up again, looking at me with a dedicated expression, and the food behind her remained the same.
"Do you, do you know that man?"
"No, I have never seen it. Is there a problem?"
Both the maid and I were staring deeply at the man who claimed to be a trainee knight.
"No, it's nothing. I'm sorry for delaying mealtime again."
"Don't blame yourself, master. You just reverted to your old self today."
I don't seem to play Charlotte Doyle very well, which makes her feel out of place. There's nothing I can do about it. I've suddenly transformed from a young boy into a middle-aged man. My youth, although there's nothing particularly nostalgic about it.
But, the old me was still pretty decent.
I had almost finished eating the cold lunch when the conductor announced that we were approaching the station.
Finally, I'm about to truly face this world.
I and the maid were ready to get off the car. Just now, that old man was also carried away by the doctors, um, the medical practitioners. It's better to adapt to the local customs.
I got off the car, although I was prepared, the scene in front of me still surprised me. It was nothing like the first world I had been to before, with primitive forests, armored female knights, and strange monsters. Those were the otherworldly appearances I was familiar with. But now, this modern scene made me doubt for a moment if I had come to the wrong place. However, the mention of the "Huangmo" tribe and the "Mozu" on the newspaper just now dispelled that thought.
The sky is overcast, and there are not as many people on the platform as I expected. It seems that the population here may not be as large as on Earth. People are bustling back and forth, and I instinctively try to avoid them, as if I am causing inconvenience. A sense of confusion washes over my body, but it's all temporary.
"Master."
"Ah, I'm here."
"Let's go home."
"Mmm, feeling a bit tired."
01
I carefully examined the building in front of me. It had two floors and occupied a large area. The combined size of the first and second floors was probably as big as a basketball court.
Then, what I was most concerned about also appeared—a medium-sized plaque with the words "Charlotte Detective Agency" written on it.
Sure enough, there was a carriage here, which took us all the way to this place, although it wasn't the kind of horse-drawn carriage I was familiar with.
"Master, why are you standing there? Come in quickly."
I heard her call and stopped thinking, then went in. There was still plenty of time.
Inside it looks quite decent, a clean reception room, probably the living room of the house.
"Excuse me."
When I was standing still, the maid suddenly grabbed my collar, skillfully took off my coat, and draped it over her arm.
"You should go change quickly. I'll wash it later, I need to start cleaning soon."
"Do you not need to rest? I haven't seen you rest on the car."
"I promised you that I would take good care of myself and not trouble you again."
"Yes, indeed, thank you for your hard work. Please feel free to let me know if there's anything I can help with."
"This is my responsibility. Letting you be distracted would make me feel like I'm holding you back."
Yes, she is very professional, a true maid. Imposing my own assumed kindness on her would undermine her professionalism as a maid. Right now, the best thing I can do is to support her work and not cause her any trouble.
"Do you need me to take you back to your room?"
"Um, please."
She suddenly stared at me for a moment, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"Okay, you really look tired. You seem so tired that you don't even know how to get back to your room."
She said to me with a smile, but without any emotion, making me realize how foolish my response was.
I mistakenly thought that this was also part of the maid's duties. She is a perfectionist who is diligent in every detail, and the result is that the probing blade stabs at me.
Her perfect maid work made me relax my vigilance, and in a daze, I forgot that I am now Charlotte Doyle, allowing her to seize the opportunity.
"Yeah, it's a shame that the lunch just now was cold, and after finishing it, it actually made me a little dizzy. I hope I'll feel better after eating tonight's dinner."
I could only respond with a half-joking tone, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yes, you're starting to joke again, and it's making me feel like I don't know you anymore."
"Is that so? Perhaps this messy appearance and indifferent state of mind don't seem like I'm in the mood for joking around."
"Don't tease me. I am indeed a bit tired today, sorry."
"I will follow your instructions. I will prepare dinner on time and hope it suits your taste. Let me lead the way now. It's my job to make sure you rest as soon as possible."
Elegant steps, a graceful turn, walking to the 1 o'clock direction and standing 1.5 meters away from me, and then with skillful movements, she slightly bends down, lightly placing her left hand on her abdomen, while her right hand opens with fingers together, pointing towards the direction of the stairs. This set of movements can be described as beautiful and elegant, even though she is just walking over to show me the way.
"Please follow me upstairs."
However, if I were her, there would be a thousand ways to make this cunning fraudster reveal more, but she gave me a way out. Although I don't know if she just found it strange, after all, who would think that someone else's consciousness had entered the owner's body, such an absurd thing.
Charlotte Dole's room is on the left hand side of the second floor staircase. She brought me here, greeted me briefly, and then went to attend to her own business, finally giving me some time to relax. I gently pushed open the door, and a sense of dissonance hit me. The room looked bigger on the inside than it did from the outside. In a TV show, people often describe the main character's appearance as a time machine in a phone booth, and I can truly feel it now.
I began to carefully observe the room while marveling at its wonder. The walls on both sides were filled with numerous books. At the end of the room, there was a simple single bed and a desk, with a slightly noisy street outside the window in front of the desk. However, I no longer paid attention to the composition of the room. I waited until now, then quickened my pace and sat down at the desk. Yes, the small notebook from the train, I deliberately left it here, hoping it would help clear my mind.
02
After flipping through it for a long time, there were indeed some useful things. It seemed to be a serious detective's notebook, almost all of it was about the clues of the case and the relationships between the characters, although it was a bit messy. So, if Sherlock Doyle is a detective, would a detective also have a maid? Or does she exist as an assistant? There didn't seem to be anything useful left in the notebook, but judging from the degree of ink evaporation, the last note should have been written in the past few days. However, no matter how you look at it, it's just ordinary clue organization, and it seems to be at a dead end. However, what caught my attention the most was the last page of the notebook, with some messy handwriting, and on it were written a few big words - "My dear Hettie Doyle."
The bed at Charlotte's house is very hard, with just a sheet on the mattress. Although it's a bit uncomfortable, for me, having a place to rest peacefully is already satisfying. Even though I don't know how time is measured here, it seems like there is still some time before it gets dark. I need to take a short nap.
Charlotte Doyle, my master, is acting very abnormally today. Although he seems exhausted, it's not his usual fatigue. Specifically, when he got on the train, he seemed unsteady and needed my help to sit down. I was really worried about him at that moment because he seemed to be at his breaking point. He fell asleep in his seat with a tired and somewhat desperate expression, and for a moment, I was concerned that he might just sleep through.
The clothes seem to be all sorted, and the other clothes are almost washed. Let me think, it's almost time to make dinner. For dinner, my master has emphasized not to disappoint him, so I should put aside any mess for now. In the kitchen, I skillfully chop the vegetables. Vegetables, vegetables. The salad looks excellent, truly worthy of my master. He can easily see through such things, like the toxicity of carrots and juniper berries when consumed together. Although I also noticed, it seems like my master's reaction was quicker than mine. Truly worthy of my master, yes, I know I should say that. But why did he hesitate? Why did he hesitate to ask me such a simple conclusion? Why did he have a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling when he woke up? I cannot understand. Perhaps I am also a bit tired today.
While I was contemplating, a salad was already prepared. "Really, I ended up making this kind of dish. I hope the host won't mind." But just eating salad won't do. I can't let my emotions affect this dinner.
The night has arrived, and I have woken up at just the right time. It's worth mentioning that the lighting is not from oil lamps or anything like that, but from very bright light bulbs. It feels both out of place and familiar, and the bright lights of this steam era bring a fresh excitement to me.
"Master, I am coming in." It's the voice of the maid outside the door, seeking my permission to enter.
"Please come in."
Gently pushing open the door, every movement exuded a professional air. "I'm relieved to see you looking better. I've come to invite you to have a meal."
She stood at the door and greeted me from a distance. "I understand, let's go together."
The building is larger than I imagined. It's better to follow her, getting lost in your own home is not a common thing.
"I understand, please let me lead the way for you," she said, lowering her head slightly to conceal her expression.
I followed behind her, her steps were light and steady, and she also paid attention to my pace, coordinating with me without attracting attention.
Walking like a robot, orderly and methodical, yet exuding a graceful and playful aura due to the lady's presence, she gives off a serious yet endearing vibe. She seems like a natural-born maid, but these are just external observations, and I have no idea what kind of person she really is.
"We have arrived, master. Please take your seat." As soon as we reached the table, a strong aroma opened up my appetite. I followed her instructions and took my seat. Looking at the table, there was salad, steak, and a small portion of pasta, seemingly mixed with some kind of sauce and seasoning. It was no surprise - indeed, it was a Western-style meal.
"Although it's your usual favorite meal, today's steak is cooked with a mixture of red wine, broth, and spices, then seasoned with butter, not the usual butter sauce. However, it's still your favorite medium rare, and I also slightly seared the surface of the meat. I hope you will like this new style."
Switching from regular butter to a slightly sweet and sour style like red wine sauce, I heard that sweetness can stimulate the taste buds, trigger a pleasurable response in the body, and make people feel happy and satisfied. It seems she noticed my unusualness and fatigue today, but that's normal.
"I really want to enjoy some delicious food, but she's standing there motionless, occasionally giving me a look as if she wants to talk to me. Can't a maid dine with her master? Then why does it seem to make her so uncomfortable?
"Are you going to keep standing like this?" Although it feels a bit harsh, in order to start a conversation with her without any awkwardness, I can only do it this way."
"Master, well, of course not, it's just... can we have dinner together tonight?" Her usual expressionless demeanor just now seemed to have wavered for a moment, indicating that this was not just a simple dinner invitation.
"Do as you usually do today as well." It sounds like they have a habit of dining together before, but it's better to give an ambiguous answer just to be safe.
"Okay, I understand," she said, quickly bringing her own portion from the kitchen and sitting to the right of the table, which was about two o'clock in my direction. It seemed that they didn't have a very obvious hierarchical relationship, but there was a slight distance between us, indicating a closer relationship than I had imagined, yet not as intimate as I had thought. It seemed to be the familiar distance between the two of them, something I needed to pay attention to. The tone of command needed to be reduced, but not too familiar, and there was still the hard relationship of master and servant. I probably understood her way of getting along with her.
In fact, I was very concerned about why they felt like close friends, yet still remained in an unfair master-servant relationship. Although she was a perfect maid, even I was addicted to her service, but this elusive sense of friendship, I believe, is definitely not the kind of master-servant relationship I know.
"Master, you don't need to worry about what happened earlier. The food looks like it's getting cold." She subtly reminded me to eat quickly and stop thinking about it.
"Sorry, I was a bit distracted. I will enjoy it." It looked delicious and smelled great. I quickly took a bite of the salad. It seemed like there was a glance, but she remained expressionless, focusing on her food.
"It's exactly to my taste, no wonder it's from you." Salad, this thing really captivates her, maybe it's because of what happened on the train today.
"It's truly a perfect match for your taste, thank you for your approval." Hearing this, I still can't see her change, her poker face is truly admirable.
However, not to mention the feelings deliberately expressed to see her reaction, this dish has completely changed my view of vegetable dishes. The handling of the ingredients, the integration of the salad dressing, all of these are the highlights of this dish. It must have been made with great care and attention, otherwise achieving such exquisite craftsmanship is truly surprising.
However, good times are always short-lived, and the delicious food was quickly finished. The first night of my arrival in this world has come. There were no grand scenes of life and death, nor any gathering with friends, just a gentle night breeze blowing into my dimly lit bedroom. I lay on the desk doing nothing, flipping through that diary over and over again. It seems that the last case handled by this detective was in Messiah, and it is related to this person named Hetti Dole in the diary. Is this name a relative?
No, it's really boring. Let's go see what the maid is doing. I really don't know anything about her. Just as I opened the door, I heard a noise downstairs. I followed the sound downstairs and immediately felt the air become heavier with humidity. Could it be? Just as I thought, she came out of the bathroom wearing a thin cotton robe.
"Oh, master, do you need any help?" Her hair was wet, she must have just taken a shower. She seemed to have used some kind of fragrance while showering, as there was a fresh floral scent on her, making my head feel a little dizzy. I realized that my face was a bit flushed.
"Did you just take a shower?" That's a silly question, but it's a common greeting.
"Yes, you can tell? Are you going to take one too?" She looked at me calmly, showing no sign of wariness towards Sherlock Holmes.
"You noticed that, huh." Let's not say anything unnecessary.
"I see, do you need help?"
I shouldn't have misunderstood, right? Is she going to help me take a bath?
"No need to bother, I have something to think about." I waved my hand and went into the bathroom, not for any reason, but because if I stayed any longer, her charm would really make me fall for her.
"Master, then I'll wait outside the door," she reminded me with a small knock on the door.
"You need to rest, do you remember tomorrow's mission?" It's a good opportunity to extract tomorrow's intelligence.
"In the morning, I wake you up and then open the door to welcome guests. That's my morning task." I don't know why she didn't tell me the rest.
"So rest well, tomorrow might be busy." I hurried her away so I could secretly search the room later. Of course, I still hope to see her for a while longer, but tonight it seems like I won't be able to ask anything else. The faint fragrance from earlier still lingers in my nose.
"Please take care of yourself, then I'll go back to the bedroom."
After seeing her off, I couldn't help but marvel that this is definitely a different world, because the bathhouse turned out to be a small hot spring. Although I don't understand the principle, is it really necessary to worry about these things in a different world? As I soaked in, I couldn't help but think about how to heat the water and how to change it. While pondering these things, my body began to enjoy the comfortable temperature. It's really quiet here, only the sound of water can be heard.
Suddenly remembered, I didn't bring the change of clothes, damn it. I got up and opened the door slightly, just guessing, but I didn't expect the maid to have actually placed the change of clothes gently at the door, neatly arranged. I hadn't even asked her, but she thoughtfully considered something I hadn't noticed.
After changing clothes, I began to explore the house, getting a general sense of the layout, but didn't find anything, after all, it was quite dark.
I'm a little tired. I'm going upstairs to get ready for bed, but I unexpectedly saw the light on in her bedroom. Could she still be waiting for me?
I approached and listened, and there was a faint sound of movement, so I knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Hearing the permission, I pushed the door open and entered.
"Didn't I tell you to rest?" As soon as I entered, I saw her standing up in advance to greet me.
"I found that you didn't bring your change of clothes before going to take a bath, so I took the liberty of bringing your change of clothes for you. Please forgive me."
"Yes, thank you. I would have been in trouble without you." The scent of her body from just now wafted from her bedroom, and several places in her bedroom were decorated with black lace fabric, giving me the feeling of entering the room of a noblewoman like the Black Swan. Is this really the maid's room? What a beautiful room and room owner.
"You have spoken too much."
I didn't disturb her anymore. I stayed at the door of my bedroom and watched as the light in her bedroom dimmed, then I went back to bed to sleep.
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