I Ran Away And The Reverse Harem Started

Chapter 43 It would be best to leave lavender in the room to dry. Since it has a good scent, it is sure to act as a natural scent. Does Marie like the scent of lavender too? “Anyway, she’s a romantic heroine. A bouquet of flowers to a supporting character like me…” In fact, flowers are not very useful in life, but there is nothing more satisfying than receiving them as a sudden gift. A woman carrying a bunch of flowers seems to be very lucky. Rosieta hummed a tune and dropped the bouquet off at her quarters to help Marie sweep the stairs of the Great Hall. As I passed through the long hallway lined Down a long hallway lined with small bedrooms on either side, she emerged into the inn’s communal kitchen, where two maids were standing. I thought it might be Miriam, but Miriam and Angela were not there. ‘Well, at least it’s peaceful without them.’ As I was about to pass by the maids, I heard their voices. “Does your stomach still hurt a lot?” “Yes. I’m supposed to make dinner later… I keep getting cold sweats because I’m in pain.” “Oh my, what should we do? I have to go out now, so I don’t think I can change your shift…” I glanced at them and saw that they were maids who did not have much contact with Rosieta. A group of maids who are on Miriam’s side, but not necessarily close to her. Although she accepts her greeting, she does not greet her willingly. One of the maids was sitting on a chair, bending over, holding her stomach. It seemed like she had a stomach ache. Rosietta turned to leave, but instead went to the two. “What’s wrong?” The two maids looked at me with wide eyes. “Uh? Rosieta…” “Did you eat something wrong? Do you have an upset stomach? Or food poisoning?” It seems that they thought it was unexpected that Rosieta spoke to them. The two were silent for a moment, then exchanged looks as if they were troubled. ‘Did my intervention make you feel uncomfortable?’ At that time, the maid standing next to the maid who was sick asked. “Can I tell her, Angie? Isn’t it hurt?” “Ugh… I’m okay.” The two of them exchanged a quick glance at each other. As I waited calmly without saying anything, the healthy maid cautiously spoke up. Her name was Mika. “Actually, Angie has severe menstrual cramps. She was supposed to make dinner for the maids tonight, but she’s had such bad cramps that it’s a miracle she’s even sitting up right now, so we have been changing shifts every time, but today, as you can see, I have to leave.” “Ah, I see.” Mika was already dressed in her coat. It seemed like she requested an overnight stay for work. Apparently, Mrs. Rosa doesn’t allow women to take time off for menstrual cramps. She said that kind of pain is cured by sweating and working! ‘Oh my god, I thought she seemed a bit stuck.’ Rosieta clicked her tongue when she heard that story. Even though not much time had passed, Angie’s face became noticeably pale. It was almost like she was a friend with a bad case of menstrual cramps. But Angie forced a smile, as if she felt bad about holding Mika and Rosieta captive. “Everyone else just sucks it up and gets to work… I’m the only one who can’t, right? I’ll just get dinner ready by myself, Mika. You better get out of here. You said you had something to do.” “But I’m worried… Should I buy some medicine when I get back?” “No, thank you. All the people working here are girls, and it’s ugly that I’m the only one who’s the exception.” At that time, a long sigh came from next to her. She turned her head and saw Rosieta frowning. “Who said it’s ugly.” At Rosieta’s question, Angie and Mika stared at her with dumbfounded faces. Rosieta spoke strongly, putting her hands on her hips. “Menstrual cramps are relative. Some people don’t get them at all, while others get them so bad that they need to see a doctor. It’s a personal thing, and you can’t generalize!” “Oh, really, I didn’t know that.” “Right now, Angie is sweating a lot. It’s hard to even sit down, right? If you overdo it, you will only cause harm to your body. In times like this, you should put something warm on your stomach and lie down to rest.” “But now I have to prepare dinner.” Angie clutched her stomach and winced. She had to make dinner for nearly twenty people right now. “I’ll take your shift tonight.” “What? Why would you…?” Angie shook her head as if it made no sense. It was something she could barely ask a close friend of mine to do, but it was a burden to hear that I readily agreed to do it. Moreover, all the maids had just returned from cleaning the mansion. Angie felt very sorry for asking her to do physical labor in such a state. “Well, how can you cook meals for more than ten people by yourself when your back is about to break?” “Still, that’s too much. What have I done for you….” Rosieta blinked with a bewildered expression. “What do you have to give to receive it?” Angie was embarrassed by those words and closed her mouth. Rosieta scratched her forehead with a troubled look. “I’m not a very nice person, but at least I wasn’t taught to ignore people who need help.” Rosieta thought of the kind family she left behind in Danten, who provided bread to the woman who moved and lived alone after a divorce. Of course, she also doesn’t like living at a loss. It would look ridiculous for a girl from an orphanage to be so generous. But her family hadn’t taught her to ignore those in need. Because of this, Rosieta spoke with an even more stern expression. “You don’t necessarily have to do something to get help. I had a friend who lived with me, and she had really bad menstrual pain. Some days, she lost consciousness and collapsed. Pain should not be ignored. Your body is screaming for you to rest.” Rosieta remembered Lynne. When Lynne couldn’t come to the restaurant due to severe menstrual cramps, it was doubly difficult to serve alone, but I never hated Lynne. Maybe it was because she was like family to her. The next day, there was a day when my heart melted over a pudding that Lynne made. What about Uncle Hans? He took her in, raised her, and never once let her think she was less than Lynne. Uncle Hans and his wife raised her like their own daughter, and as Rosieta watched uncle and his wife give endless support to her, she promised herself that she would become someone like them someday. Of course, I couldn’t do that because life was hard. Still, Angie hesitated, unable to accept her favors. It wasn’t because I hated Rosieta or disliked her. In that moment, she remembered the days when Miriam and Rosietta had fought. Angie and Mika. They’d been there, too. Although they never went to harass a newcomer, they also never stepped in to stop Miriam when she was harassing the newbies. These two people are barely able to adapt to the Count’s residence and have a hard time just working and making money. In the meantime, there was nothing good about being caught in the eyes of Miriam, a senior maid. If they made a mistake, they could have been picked on by Miriam and bullied, and then had to leave the mansion on their own. And, as I said, they’d worked themselves to exhaustion, and didn’t want to interfere with Miriam’s grumpiness. There was always a chance to help, but Angie and Mika just turned a blind eye. ‘There’s no way I can get help from her.’ The person must be ashamed… That was when Angie was about to shake her head with a burdened expression on her face. Rosieta frowned at her and called Angie’s name. “I don’t know what you two think of me.” “…….” “I’m not that much of an asshole.” “…….” “Don’t think too hard about it, but later, when I’m on dinner duty, Angie can do it then. I’m not doing it for free. I’m not doing it because I’m an angel, and you can’t look down on me for helping you out.” Rosieta looked like she knew what they were thinking. Angie and Mika threw up their hands in embarrassment. “No, I didn’t look at it that way, I just felt bad… I never helped you.” Angie’s face turned red from embarrassment. Rosieta looked at that and laughed. “Well, it would be nice to live while helping. Angie can help me later when I get sick. It’s simple.” “…….” “I’m helping because I also have something to gain from it, actually. And Angie and Mika didn’t even bother me and Marie!” “…….” “If you really appreciate it, please stop Miriam at least once when she harasses other new maids. Okay then, whatever.” Rosieta looked at the two with a serious face, then smiled brightly. * * * “Miss Rosieta, here.” Marie said firmly. It was after the sun had set. Marie and I went out with the baguette sandwiches we made for dinner. The wind was nice and cool, so we decided to have dinner outside. After hearing how I had been fighting with Miriam, Marie looked shocked when I told her that I had helped the other maids. I was supposed to help sweep the stairs, but I couldn’t go back to the mansion because I was busy making dinner, so I had to tell her everything about what had just happened to explain the situation. Marie was already looking at me like, ‘Oh my God, really?’ ‘Did I look like such a brat even to a 19-year-old? It’s a good thing to help others in trouble!’ But I couldn’t refute it any further because I was stung. Marie looked at me with disapproval. “They may not be direct perpetrators. But they were just a bystander who looked on when Miriam was bullying others. Was it really necessary to help them?” “Yeah, well. Marie, you’re right, I’m not saying they were nice, but still….” I hesitated and avoided Marie’s gaze. Although I tried to act cool to the two people, looking at Marie’s skeptical eyes made me wonder if I was just being a brat. But. “I guess you’re still young and don’t know, but there’s an old saying: even an iron fist can lend you a sanitary napkin!” I shook my fist in the air and said it confidently, but Marie’s reaction was reluctant. “No. There is no such old saying that. What do you think I am?” “Ha. You’re quite a determined girl.” Determined sounds like someone. I started to say something playful, but Marie cut me off like a knife. I pursed my lips unnecessarily, but she nodded in understanding. “Well, I suppose I could lend them a few of sanitary napkins” “Oh, did you just think of your enemies?” “Yes. I thought. Still, two won’t work.” “What is it.” I laughed, but Marie bit into her sandwich with a serious expression. It seemed as if her mind was already filled with thoughts of that enemy. I couldn’t laugh anymore when I heard that the target was the couple who had asked her father for a guarantee…