Disguised as a Male Servant in the Duke's House - Chapter 6

“You don’t know what Closet wants?”

His expression was insensitive, but there was a chilling coldness in his eyes.

“I know very well what Closet needs. For Closet’s future, she needs the family’s honor and money. There’s nothing more certain than that in this trashy world.”

Klaus, who said that, slowly approached Roselia. His gaze looking down at her was so chilling, almost brutal, that Roselia’s entire body stiffened, unable to move an inch.

“Antonio de Hesink.”

Klaus slowly lowered his head and whispered in her ear, almost growling.

“Your only job is to pay back 3,000 berangs within a year. It would be better not to meddle beyond that. For your own sake.”

His breath touching her ear was clearly hot enough to burn, but where his breath passed, a cool sensation remained that made her ear sting. It felt as if the sharp edge of a knife had grazed near her neck.

Klaus coldly walked away, leaving the frozen Roselia behind.

Left behind, Roselia had to tremble at the shoulders from the duke’s killing intent felt right in front of her.

Only after the duke had boarded his private carriage and his presence disappeared could Roselia exhale the breath that seemed to have been blocked. She hadn’t understood the description in the original novel that said the duke could kill people just with his gaze, but now she felt it to her bones.

Roselia moved her trembling legs with effort towards the mansion as the tension dissipated.

Near the entrance of the mansion, Closet, who had been standing behind a tree, was looking at her disapprovingly with her arms crossed.

“Don’t do useless things, Antonio.”

Closet, speaking the same words as her brother, had a very displeased expression.

“I guess I overstepped my bounds.”

Feeling unnecessarily tired, Roselia immediately apologized.

Come to think of it, she realized she had indeed done something useless. After saying she wouldn’t unnecessarily get involved with the duke, she had made a completely unnecessary interference. An interference that neither the duke nor the duke’s daughter welcomed.

With a bitter feeling, Roselia bowed her head to the duke’s daughter and was about to move to leave.

At that moment, Closet threw words at her gruffly.

“Come down later to have dinner together.”

After saying that, Closet disappeared into the mansion with haughty steps. Roselia, who had been staring blankly at that sight, slowly headed to her room with a puzzled expression.

Dinner time soon arrived. Roselia sat down at the dining table in a relatively comfortable outfit, wearing a poet shirt and neat trousers.

Behind Closet, who was already seated, stood a line of servants and maids attending to the meal. Their gazes all glanced disapprovingly at Roselia.

Closet seemed to like the updo that Roselia had done for her, as she was sitting with her hair still up even after changing into indoor clothes. Roselia, who was unknowingly smiling inwardly at that sight, snapped to attention at Closet’s voice.

“You seemed quite familiar with handling women’s hair earlier…”

Closet’s gaze, as sharp as her brother Klaus’s, made Roselia swallow dryly as she spoke.

“I used to often style my younger sister’s hair.”

“Younger sister?”

“Yes, after my father passed away, we had to dismiss all the servants… so I often styled it myself.”

There was no way Antonio would have styled anyone’s hair. Well, it wasn’t entirely untrue since he had to style his own hair after the servants were dismissed.

“Where is your younger sister now?”

“She’s dead. From the same illness as my father.”

It was quite ironic to be talking about her own death with her own mouth, but she didn’t feel particularly emotional about it.

However, her calm, almost indifferent expression as she answered seemed to shock Closet so much that she even dropped the spoon she was holding.

“Dead…?”

Is she still too young to be familiar with the concept of death?

“Yes, it hasn’t been long. The death registration has been completed as well.”

“Antonio…”

Come to think of it, Closet had also lost her parents and was living alone with her brother Klaus.

Although Roselia and Antonio were as good as strangers without a drop of shared blood… in a way, she might consider their circumstances similar.

“You can style my hair from time to time…”

Huh? What’s with those watery eyes?

It seemed like Closet had seriously misunderstood something, but Roselia didn’t feel the need to correct her, so she just gave an awkward smile.

“Were you close with your younger sister…?”

Roselia should have recalled Antonio and broken out in a cold sweat with a forced smile. They had parted on quite violent terms, almost coming to blows at the end.

“Well… yes…”

“You must be very distressed, having lost your sister so recently…”

“Well… I suppose so?”

“And that cold-blooded man who only cares about money brought you here to pay off debts…”

“That’s…”

Something seems to have gone off in a strange direction…

It was true, but she felt uncomfortable making Klaus seem even more unscrupulous unnecessarily.

“Don’t worry. If you stay by my side always, that cold-blooded man won’t be able to bully you.”

That’s a bit problematic… If she didn’t turn the 20 berangs she received from Klaus into 500 berangs within 2 months, it was clear that Klaus would try to flay her alive. For that, she couldn’t just stay attached to Closet as her lady-in-waiting all day.

“That would be a bit difficult. I have other things I need to do to pay off the duke’s debt. Of course, I’m not refusing to be your lady-in-waiting, but I would like my own time to be guaranteed as well.”

At Roselia’s firm words, Closet’s eyebrows, which had seemed to soften a bit, furrowed in displeasure.

“How much is that debt? Is it too much to pay off with the salary you’d receive as my lady-in-waiting?”

While serving as Closet’s lady-in-waiting, Closet’s nanny had agreed to pay an additional 500 grangs per week, but to pay off 3,000 berangs would take well over 10 years of work.

Could she survive that long without her identity being discovered? Recalling Klaus’s murderous gaze, Roselia had to shudder.

“The salary you provide alone is far from enough, my lady.”

At Roselia’s firm answer, Closet seemed to feel hurt in her pride and made a stubborn expression.

“How much do you owe that you say that?”

“5,000 berangs. Ah, some was covered by selling the baron’s mansion, so exactly it would be about 3,200 berangs.”

Hearing Roselia’s calm words, Closet froze with her mouth agape. Even for her, it seemed beyond her means to pay off 3,000 berangs at once.

“F-fine. Then let’s make it so you serve as my lady-in-waiting for exactly 3 days a week.”

Having heard the amount, Closet seemed to have compromised quickly and took a step back. Seeing the princess-like Closet retreat on her own was quite cute, and Roselia couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Thank you, miss.”

“In return, you have to style my hair whenever I want, okay? The maids in the mansion can’t do updos as well as you.”

“Of course.”

As they were speaking, the waiting servant Denver approached to refill Roselia’s empty glass with water. Denver seemed quite displeased that a mere new servant had caught Closet’s eye and was being treated like a superior.

At that moment, while Closet was momentarily distracted eating her meal, the water jug Denver was pouring deliberately tilted towards Roselia.

“Hey!”

At Roselia’s exclamation, Denver, who had just then withdrawn the water jug, apologized with a pretense of being flustered.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Antonio. My hand just lost strength…”

Closet, belatedly noticing Roselia’s situation, looked this way.

“Antonio, what’s wrong?”

Roselia, who was about to say something about Denver’s clearly intentional action, had to hurriedly stand up as the thin white poet shirt clung to her body, revealing the contours of her chest binding. Someone with a keen eye might notice that she had an extra layer of cloth underneath if they looked closely.

“It’s alright, miss. It seems I’ll have to excuse myself first due to my current state.”

“What are you saying? You should still finish your meal. I’ll scold Denver right away.”

“No, I feel uncomfortable and need to change clothes first.”

Roselia bowed her head politely to Closet and hurriedly moved towards the dining room door, lest anyone notice.

It was then that the familiar voice of the head butler Jeffrey was heard from outside the dining room door.

“The Duke will be dining in the dining room.”

At the same time, the dining room door slowly opened, and Klaus’s figure gradually appeared between the doors. Roselia froze in front of him like a rabbit caught before a predator.

“What’s going on?”

Having apparently heard the commotion from outside, Klaus surveyed Roselia and Closet with a stern expression.

Closet, seeming displeased by Klaus’s appearance, quickly pressed her lips together and turned her head away. Glancing at Closet, Klaus looked at Roselia with an utterly insensitive expression and spoke coldly.

“You seem quite leisurely. Even having dinner with Closet. Have you already procured the 500 berangs?”

Though she wanted to leave quickly due to her wet shirt, Roselia was at a loss with Klaus standing firmly in front of the door and answered while rolling her eyes awkwardly.

“There’s still nearly two months left in the deadline.”

“That’s right. I thought you might have already gathered 500 berangs when I heard you were attending tea parties as Closet’s lady-in-waiting.”

At Klaus’s clearly sarcastic words, Roselia’s expression twisted unpleasantly.

“I’m not in a position to refuse the young lady’s request.”

It was a provocative gaze that seemed to say, ‘Weren’t you the one who brought me in as a servant of the duke’s family?’

As he stared at Roselia’s gaze that met his without backing down, his eyes slowly moved to her wet shirt.

Though her shoulders flinched as Klaus’s gaze fell on her, Roselia gritted her teeth, trying not to cover her chest. If she covered her chest here, given Klaus’s suspicious nature, he would surely find it even more suspicious.

“Your shirt is wet. You couldn’t have drunk the water with your body.”

As he said that, Klaus’s gaze turned to the servants in the dining room.

Startled in advance, Denver stiffened his shoulders and bowed his head even deeper.

Roselia wanted to leave quickly rather than determine right and wrong, so she bowed her head to Klaus and tried to move out of the dining room door.

“As you can see, I’m in this state, so I think I’ll have to excuse myself first.”

As she said that and tried to pass by Klaus’s side, his large hand suddenly grasped her wrist.

Surprised by the sudden contact, Roselia looked up at Klaus with wide eyes.

Klaus was staring at Roselia with that cold and sharp gaze of his.

“Are you injured?”

As sudden as the contact was the question, and Roselia, unable to grasp the flow of the conversation, asked back.

“Pardon?”

At her stupid question, Klaus frowned one eyebrow and looked down at her wet shirt. More precisely, it was a gaze that seemed to be looking inside the wet shirt.

“It looks like you have bandages wrapped underneath.”

At that moment, Roselia’s body stiffened, and cold sweat ran down her back.

When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did

“How dare you!”

“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?

“I will never accept that.”

“I will never let you return to him.”

“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”

“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”

“I will never let you escape me!”

This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!

At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.

Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.

The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.

Synopsis:

Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?

Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?

Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?

The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.

The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.

Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~

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