4 - Another Grueling Day for the Aristocratic Kindergarten Teacher
The teacher at the noble kindergarten is struggling again today, Episode 004
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"Wait, just a moment!""There is dust.""You shouldn't do this...!" ...Yes?The hand resting by the ear brushes something off.
"Dust.""Ah, yes..." Thank you.The way he smiled was refreshing yet annoying. He, who took it upon himself to be the dust collector, shrugged with a flat expression.
"Come to the palace sometime.""Yes, it's the palace." I understand... rather. What? The palace?"I guess you can think of it as a home visit.""No, where in the world is there a parent who forces a home visit?"
Are you trying to pull some trick under the pretext of a home visit? "Do you want to come over to my house to eat ramen?"What is this?
It was difficult. Chupa definitely had to refuse. A sharp voice flowed out from Epna's mouth.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot have a private meeting with the guardian.""It's the first time I've heard a teacher refer to home visits as private."He scoffed. However, Epna did not care and firmly added her opinion.
"Moreover, I dislike ramen." I'm so tired of eating instant noodles three times a day because I don't have any money."I've never heard of a food called ramen before, but yeah, I don't want to see my brother's teacher clutching their growling stomach and groaning." The quality of education will decline. Do we only need one personal chef? Or, heat?It seems like the focus of the conversation is strangely off. Moreover, they even said they would slip in a bribe with a face that shows no guilt.
There were countless things to point out from one to ten, but instead, she simply cleared her throat.
"Big"
It seems that I have made a sinister misunderstanding on my part.
Epnaga pretended that nothing had happened and tidied her hair.
"May I ask why you need a home visit?""We need to meet alone.""Look at this, it's not a misunderstanding!" It's right to boil ramen and wait!
"You shouldn't do this." It's really not good, it's a problem!"There are many ears listening outside." It's a bit delicate to talk about Maxion. You can't just cut off your earlobes."Laughing eerily while making a chilling sound." Moreover, it was an unexpected fieldwork.
I want to refuse fiercely!However, he had already shown too much audacity to refuse his proposal (or coercion).
Epna nodded repeatedly. He walked away with a satisfied expression at her gloomy positivity.
"Then I will take that as understood and take my leave now.""Ah, yes, yes..."He fastened his cuffs with a self-satisfied expression on his face. Why do I keep feeling like I'm at a loss?
I roughly bowed my head towards North, who was preparing to leave. A small and impudent voice seemed to flow from her mouth, barely audible.
"Goodbye...""Is it?""Your ears are good."
"...please.""In the end, he received a polite greeting from her and turned his back." The back view, which seems to be showing off alone while being made into a remaining lewd devil, somehow feels annoying.
Life. Who would have known.
I never thought I would end up visiting the palace as a kindergarten teacher in a fantasy world.
The daily life of an office worker who works overtime.
I throw down my bag and eat something first.
"A ball?"A puzzled voice flowed out from Epna's mouth. An elderly woman with neatly combed white hair nodded as she chopped the potatoes into small pieces.
"Okay." I was wondering if you could go to Lady Gaden's charity ball."It's not difficult, but is that okay?" What if someone recognizes me?"I'm worried about that too." It's called a masquerade ball, but if it's difficult for you, it's okay."If it's a masquerade ball, there shouldn't be any reason I can't go."
Epna put down the fork and rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.
What should I do? It would be problematic if someone recognizes me...Efnah's past was quite gloomy. It's unsettling enough to think about.
She ran away from her family and fiancé five years ago.
The person who took me in and treated me like a granddaughter, just as I was about to be left on the street, was the Viscount of Belchester, who is right in front of me.
His father might still be looking for him. 그러니 누군가 자신을 알아보기라도 하면 It was difficult.
But...
"What, it's not a difficult request, can I not fulfill something like this?"She said with a slight smile.
"You're worried about sending your second brother alone, right?"”
"Okay." As the age for marriage approaches, I'm really worried that I might end up being labeled as a fool after getting into an accident and wandering around, and that I won't be able to get married. How can our beautiful granddaughter Efna go with us?Grandma can sometimes be scary. When you make people half-dazed with facts just like right now.
"If my brother had heard, he would have whined that he hates grandma."Why is that guy the only one with real K-blood? Of course, I was able to adapt to being a self-published author easily thanks to my second older brother.
Epna lightly wiped her mouth with a napkin and asked her grandmother.
"What is the date?""Only 6 days left." How is that possible?"In 6 days...""Damn." Of all times.
"It's the day right after the weekend... ?""It's after work, even Satan wouldn't bother with that."
"Will it be difficult?" Then there's nothing that can be done..."But grandmother was someone who could even defeat Satan." The grace she bestowed was that deep.
Epna replied with a faint smile.
I will try to coordinate the schedule."The Viscount of Belchester revealed an expression at her words." As if barely throwing away worries.
You must have been really worried.My second older brother definitely requires a lot of attention.
Epna shook her head and finished cutting the lamb with a knife.
After finishing the meal, I went up to the room and picked up the bag that I had carelessly thrown down.
Thud. A fountain pen that fell from the bag rolls under the brown drawer. She crouched down on the floor and stretched her arm under the drawer.
"Huh?"There was something more under the drawer besides the fountain pen. What is this. Leather?
Jik. With the sound of something scraping the floor, something was brought out in hand. Epna muttered with a faintly hardened face as she confirmed the identity of the object.
“이게 여기에 있었What?"That was a diary." A leather-bound diary that I took with me when I ran away from my family five years ago.
"I was so busy for a while that I forgot about it, but it's been a long time."A white hand flips through the diary. Epna now recalled the old past from five years ago.
"Did you hear that story?" The master is going to register Miss Lilien in the family registry."What?" But Miss Lilien is the daughter of Mrs. Restina. That government! Besides, hasn't it only been a month since you came to the mansion?"What does that matter?" Miss Lilien has that, you know.The maid, who had been making quite a noise, suddenly quieted down.
Continuously. The other maids, who were squeezing the cloth out of the bucket with all their might, listened intently.
Soon, a phrase more secretive than a secret circulated among them.
"It's about 'talent'." That thing that Miss Epna will never be able to possess, even if she dies and comes back to life!"Hik!" Lower your voice, Syrian! If the master hears this, he will beat you severely and chase you away. Don't you know? The master said that Efna and the young lady are the family's shame, so don't even mention them!A maid, lost in thought, clutched a broom. Only the maid who brought up the story was calm.
"Did I say anything wrong?" Honestly, that's true. "A Windister with no 'talent'." You guys are also suspicious about whether Efna is really a descendant of Windister."Well, that's true." Honestly, no matter where you look, Miss Lilien is more Windister."It is like Windister." It is worthy of the noble central aristocracy, a lineage of the Windister Count family.
The maids were pretending to say that. Their eyes sparkled like office workers looking forward to leaving work on a Friday.
Where else can there be a conversation as interesting as the gossip of the master they serve? They just wanted to soothe their boring work life like this.
Perhaps their 'young lady' overheard this secret conversation.
"What does it mean to be Windister?""Oh my, what a surprise!" Who... what is it, were you Miss Epna?"I'm really asking because I don't know." You have worked in this mansion for a long time, so you must know. What is Windister?"I feel like I'm going to go crazy because I don't know that right now." The intelligent eyes were asking like that.
It was completely different from the originally dull and dark eyes.
When the maid did not respond, Efna leaned her head forward.
"I usually enjoy telling a child who asks twice three times, but right now, I don't have the patience." I'll ask one last thing. What is Windister?”
