Of course, the Count replied.
「It's all right. Even though Irene is clueless, she is full of dignity.」
The butler was speechless at the Count's proud smile.
Thus, he decided to warn Irene directly.
「My lady. Please refrain from thanking the servants too much.」
「Why?」
Irene, who said so, whispered in a small voice to the chef who brought her ice cream, 'Thank you, I like the strawberry flavor...'
The butler explained after pressing hard on his tingling forehead.
「It's natural for them to work for you.」
「Um...」
Irene, lost in thought, placed a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth.
Is that so?
「If you are too contributing, it will be difficult to lead. These days they’re trying to quietly finish working as soon as it's time to do so.」
「Um? Is that a problem?」
Irene asked back with a big mouthful of ice cream.
「It's a big problem!」
What are you talking about? When it's time to go home, You stop working and go home.
「What's wrong with that?」
「I don't want anyone to leave work early just because they’re done.」
Irene couldn't shut her mouth.
Isn't that a typical line from a vicious boss? They don't have anything to do, but I can't believe they have to work hard until the rest of their colleagues finish their work.
It is a shame that the Webber family was also the epitome of a vicious company.
「Okay, young lady? Please minimum saying thank you to the servants.」
「Yes, I will.」
Irene nodded. And in fact, I did reduce my word of thanks as much as I could.
Instead, around the time of their shifts, I would run from place to place and say goodbye to the servants passionately.
「Wow, it's already time to go home! It's time for us to break up! Goodbye!」
With the little girl speaking this far, the head maid and butler could not hold the servants.
This ‘out-of-work alarm' had been repeated several times.
Naturally, the young lady's popularity increased. Of course, the butler felt very uncomfortable about this.
「Young Lady.」
「Huh?」
「Please don't send back the users during rush hour. These days, everyone is making plans to eat out with their family in time for work.」
Excellent. I'm already living life with dinner!
Irene smiled pleasantly, taking a big bite of the warm pie she had specially made in the kitchen.
Meat pie, it’s the best.
「They’re all going to be lazy at this rate, My lady. They’ll eventually try and stop working. Then it's you who'll feel uncomfortable.」
The butler was sincere.
He has so far seen many servants use their owners' favor to stab their backs.
To take advantage of them effectively, they had to be weighed down by putting pressure on them until the last moment.
Then with a very slight breath at the last minute, they become deeply grateful. From then on, they would be able to play the game efficiently.
「Um.」
Irene, munching on the meat pie, nodded. It made sense.
「Then I won't do it again if they get lazy.」
「Lady!」
Of course, Irene's alarm never ended.
That is because everyone worked hard to get the job done on time to go home.
After that, even if Irene didn't show up, the butler shook his arms around during the shift.
It meant that anyone who wanted to go should leave quickly.
As I learned later, the butler also went to town as soon as work hours were over, drank his favorite wine, and enjoyed the return schedule.
That was how Webber became famous for 'out-of-work alarm.’
***
The season continued to be winter.
Irene's daily routine was not much different.
In the morning, I did stretching and newspaper scraps. In the afternoon, I piled up blocks, or dressed up lightly and walked in the garden.
However, once a week, the schedule changed.
The day you can go out alone. Irene was a great success in her parents' errand assignments and could go to the library.
Sometimes I looked forward to seeing my benefactor, yet I couldn't meet him. Maybe he’s busy.
It wasn't that disappointing.
"Are you going on an errand today, My lady? Or the library?”
"I'm going to the library. Because I couldn't go last week.”
"It's freezing today. You have to bundle up.”
"You didn't talk about that yesterday?"
"But today, the stableman told me many times that it's much, much colder. He said water freezes quickly when you spray some."
In return for Irene's keeping the employees from leaving work on time, they carefully took care of her life.
Especially since she caught a cold last time, there has been someone who reported about the weather every morning.
Thank you.
Um...
Irene stared at her appearance through the mirror.
First, I wore two layers of underwear and stockings. Over it, She wore a thick winter dress.
Of course, that wasn't the end. I wore a thin cardigan and a heavy overcoat on top of it.
And she had to wear a thick cape, complaining, ‘This is the last!’
Of course, the 'last' meant the end as an overcoat.
Irene had to wear gloves and hats as well as furry boots.
Beth was very satisfied, but Irene was distressed.
It was not the lady of the noble family who was reflected in the mirror, but a bear.
The movement was dull and she had to move slowly, so it seemed even more so.
"What is this..."
When Irene was about to cry, Beth stopped laughing.
Because she was cute as a baby bear.
But when I exited the mansion.
Irene became grateful for the baby bear's position.
It was not usually cold. Perhaps the wind was so sharp that it felt more so.
She was hugging a warm water bag in her arms, but it didn't work very well in a container that quickly cooled down.
When she arrived at the library like that, Irene jumped out of the carriage and hurried her steps.
I wanted to get indoors as soon as possible. Of course, indoors couldn’t be warm on a day like this, but at least the wind won't blow.
From time to time passers-by glanced at Irene's thick attire.
Perhaps it was interesting to see a small child wearing thick clothes and waddling.
Irene took a familiar step towards the collection of periodicals.
"Lady."
As Irene passed by the librarians, a young librarian called Irene quietly.
"Me?"
Irene turned around and asked. Then the librarian approached with a friendly smile.
"Are you here alone?”
"I came with Beth. Beth is the maid who protects me."
The librarian looked up for a moment at Beth. She bowed her head in silence.
"That means... you came alone. I see."
Irene understood the librarian's intentions at once. It means that Beth, a maid, is not considered a library guest. She’s just an accessory that follows Irene's footsteps.
Perhaps the librarian was also an aristocrat, given the thought. Or of similar interests.
"...."
Irene didn't want to hurt Beth, so she didn't say yes or no.
"Then, how old are you?"
The librarian bent his knees before Irene. She was beginning to feel uneasy.
"I'm eight years old. Why are you asking?"
"You're good at answering, and you're smart. Now, would you hold my hand?"
Irene moved her dull legs and backed away.
"I don't mean anything else. I'm just trying to show you where the children's books are."
"I didn't come to read children's books."
Irene answered with a gentle answer, but the librarian shook his head.
"Children should read children's books. There are many very good books. The smart lady might like the story of the strong lion."
Irene shook her head.
"I've always been here..."
"I know, but wouldn't it be inconvenient for adults if a child less than 10 years old came in and out here? You might scribble or tear a book with colored pencils."
"I don't do that."
"I'm sure you don’t. But you can do it in the future, right? Children's curiosity always rises from the wrong place."
"I don't have that curiosity.”
"More than anything, children should read their children's books. It’s a good thing. When I was a kid, there weren't many books for kids."
"I..."
"Maybe even a little girl can meet a book she likes. They're easy to read."
In the end, even Beth, who couldn't stand it, came out.
“My lady reads books carefully! There is no reason to be so rude.”
The librarian did not even give Beth a look, as if he couldn’t hear her. Maybe he doesn't even consider her a human being.
“There was a report that a silver-haired girl was dealing with books. So we can't help it. Please come back next time with your guardian."
Of course, Beth couldn't be the guardian.
"Who…. who reported me?”
Irene asked carefully, but the librarian shook his head.
"We don't know. I only know that you did."
'Noble.'
Irene naturally thought of Roger Blake, perhaps by guess.
「I don’t care who you are, but you'll regret it, kid.」
Of course, the Count replied.
「It's all right. Even though Irene is clueless, she is full of dignity.」
The butler was speechless at the Count's proud smile.
Thus, he decided to warn Irene directly.
「My lady. Please refrain from thanking the servants too much.」
「Why?」
Irene, who said so, whispered in a small voice to the chef who brought her ice cream, 'Thank you, I like the strawberry flavor...'
The butler explained after pressing hard on his tingling forehead.
「It's natural for them to work for you.」
「Um...」
Irene, lost in thought, placed a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth.
Is that so?
「If you are too contributing, it will be difficult to lead. These days they’re trying to quietly finish working as soon as it's time to do so.」
「Um? Is that a problem?」
Irene asked back with a big mouthful of ice cream.
「It's a big problem!」
What are you talking about? When it's time to go home, You stop working and go home.
「What's wrong with that?」
「I don't want anyone to leave work early just because they’re done.」
Irene couldn't shut her mouth.
Isn't that a typical line from a vicious boss? They don't have anything to do, but I can't believe they have to work hard until the rest of their colleagues finish their work.
It is a shame that the Webber family was also the epitome of a vicious company.
「Okay, young lady? Please minimum saying thank you to the servants.」
「Yes, I will.」
Irene nodded. And in fact, I did reduce my word of thanks as much as I could.
Instead, around the time of their shifts, I would run from place to place and say goodbye to the servants passionately.
「Wow, it's already time to go home! It's time for us to break up! Goodbye!」
With the little girl speaking this far, the head maid and butler could not hold the servants.
This ‘out-of-work alarm' had been repeated several times.
Naturally, the young lady's popularity increased. Of course, the butler felt very uncomfortable about this.
「Young Lady.」
「Huh?」
「Please don't send back the users during rush hour. These days, everyone is making plans to eat out with their family in time for work.」
Excellent. I'm already living life with dinner!
Irene smiled pleasantly, taking a big bite of the warm pie she had specially made in the kitchen.
Meat pie, it’s the best.
「They’re all going to be lazy at this rate, My lady. They’ll eventually try and stop working. Then it's you who'll feel uncomfortable.」
The butler was sincere.
He has so far seen many servants use their owners' favor to stab their backs.
To take advantage of them effectively, they had to be weighed down by putting pressure on them until the last moment.
Then with a very slight breath at the last minute, they become deeply grateful. From then on, they would be able to play the game efficiently.
「Um.」
Irene, munching on the meat pie, nodded. It made sense.
「Then I won't do it again if they get lazy.」
「Lady!」
Of course, Irene's alarm never ended.
That is because everyone worked hard to get the job done on time to go home.
After that, even if Irene didn't show up, the butler shook his arms around during the shift.
It meant that anyone who wanted to go should leave quickly.
As I learned later, the butler also went to town as soon as work hours were over, drank his favorite wine, and enjoyed the return schedule.
That was how Webber became famous for 'out-of-work alarm.’
***
The season continued to be winter.
Irene's daily routine was not much different.
In the morning, I did stretching and newspaper scraps. In the afternoon, I piled up blocks, or dressed up lightly and walked in the garden.
However, once a week, the schedule changed.
The day you can go out alone. Irene was a great success in her parents' errand assignments and could go to the library.
Sometimes I looked forward to seeing my benefactor, yet I couldn't meet him. Maybe he’s busy.
It wasn't that disappointing.
"Are you going on an errand today, My lady? Or the library?”
"I'm going to the library. Because I couldn't go last week.”
"It's freezing today. You have to bundle up.”
"You didn't talk about that yesterday?"
"But today, the stableman told me many times that it's much, much colder. He said water freezes quickly when you spray some."
In return for Irene's keeping the employees from leaving work on time, they carefully took care of her life.
Especially since she caught a cold last time, there has been someone who reported about the weather every morning.
Thank you.
Um...
Irene stared at her appearance through the mirror.
First, I wore two layers of underwear and stockings. Over it, She wore a thick winter dress.
Of course, that wasn't the end. I wore a thin cardigan and a heavy overcoat on top of it.
And she had to wear a thick cape, complaining, ‘This is the last!’
Of course, the 'last' meant the end as an overcoat.
Irene had to wear gloves and hats as well as furry boots.
Beth was very satisfied, but Irene was distressed.
It was not the lady of the noble family who was reflected in the mirror, but a bear.
The movement was dull and she had to move slowly, so it seemed even more so.
"What is this..."
When Irene was about to cry, Beth stopped laughing.
Because she was cute as a baby bear.
But when I exited the mansion.
Irene became grateful for the baby bear's position.
It was not usually cold. Perhaps the wind was so sharp that it felt more so.
She was hugging a warm water bag in her arms, but it didn't work very well in a container that quickly cooled down.
When she arrived at the library like that, Irene jumped out of the carriage and hurried her steps.
I wanted to get indoors as soon as possible. Of course, indoors couldn’t be warm on a day like this, but at least the wind won't blow.
From time to time passers-by glanced at Irene's thick attire.
Perhaps it was interesting to see a small child wearing thick clothes and waddling.
Irene took a familiar step towards the collection of periodicals.
"Lady."
As Irene passed by the librarians, a young librarian called Irene quietly.
"Me?"
Irene turned around and asked. Then the librarian approached with a friendly smile.
"Are you here alone?”
"I came with Beth. Beth is the maid who protects me."
The librarian looked up for a moment at Beth. She bowed her head in silence.
"That means... you came alone. I see."
Irene understood the librarian's intentions at once. It means that Beth, a maid, is not considered a library guest. She’s just an accessory that follows Irene's footsteps.
Perhaps the librarian was also an aristocrat, given the thought. Or of similar interests.
"...."
Irene didn't want to hurt Beth, so she didn't say yes or no.
"Then, how old are you?"
The librarian bent his knees before Irene. She was beginning to feel uneasy.
"I'm eight years old. Why are you asking?"
"You're good at answering, and you're smart. Now, would you hold my hand?"
Irene moved her dull legs and backed away.
"I don't mean anything else. I'm just trying to show you where the children's books are."
"I didn't come to read children's books."
Irene answered with a gentle answer, but the librarian shook his head.
"Children should read children's books. There are many very good books. The smart lady might like the story of the strong lion."
Irene shook her head.
"I've always been here..."
"I know, but wouldn't it be inconvenient for adults if a child less than 10 years old came in and out here? You might scribble or tear a book with colored pencils."
"I don't do that."
"I'm sure you don’t. But you can do it in the future, right? Children's curiosity always rises from the wrong place."
"I don't have that curiosity.”
"More than anything, children should read their children's books. It’s a good thing. When I was a kid, there weren't many books for kids."
"I..."
"Maybe even a little girl can meet a book she likes. They're easy to read."
In the end, even Beth, who couldn't stand it, came out.
“My lady reads books carefully! There is no reason to be so rude.”
The librarian did not even give Beth a look, as if he couldn’t hear her. Maybe he doesn't even consider her a human being.
“There was a report that a silver-haired girl was dealing with books. So we can't help it. Please come back next time with your guardian."
Of course, Beth couldn't be the guardian.
"Who…. who reported me?”
Irene asked carefully, but the librarian shook his head.
"We don't know. I only know that you did."
'Noble.'
Irene naturally thought of Roger Blake, perhaps by guess.
「I don’t care who you are, but you'll regret it, kid.」
