Chapter 21.1

“You should also name the people.”

While I was touching and admiring the cute and precisely made dolls, Duke Janus, who was watching me play, suddenly said,

“Me?”

“It’s yours, who’s going to name it but you?”

Of course, I, who has memories from my previous life, can’t play like real 10-year-olds.

I don’t have a lot of imagination like kids at that age, so I’m really bad at games like naming and roles and talking with dolls.

If I let Yus, Christine, or at least Matthew sit here, they would name the doll by themselves and have them talk to each other while playing.

‘Still, the person who bought it is sincere, so I have to please him in moderation.’

Hmm, let’s see.

“If you have a townhouse this big in the capital, they would be at least a Count, right?”

“Well…… I suppose?”

“Marquis? I think a Marquis would be just right.”

“…… Really? Why?”

Why, what do you mean? Shouldn’t it be something that’s decided?

I didn’t know what to explain, so I roughly said it.

“Because Duke is too burdensome and Count is too common?”

“…….”

“I’m going to settle for a Marquis Valentina couple. They started construction on the mansion near Violet Garden this time.”

“The Marquis couple are mean and servile.”

You asked me to play with it, so why are you arguing again?

Looking straight at me, the boy subtly withdrew his words.

“Okay, let’s continue for now.”

“…… no, I don’t want to.”

“This punk’s ‘don’t wan’t to.’ Really…… !”

“Don’t want, don’t want, don’t want!”

The Duke, who had been staring at me with his red eyes wide open as if his stomach was bubbling, changed his expression and tone to a sweet one in an instant. And then he said calmly.

“…… I made a rude mistake in the middle of an interesting story. Please go on, Miss Beatrice.”

The gentle smile on his face, like a sailing boat floating on the shore of a calm lake, was so beautiful enough to make people fall in love at first sight, but I knew his bottom too well to fall for that smile.

I pointed out and explained the dolls that I had arranged without letting go of my guard.

“This is a butler because he is neatly dressed. So, he’s cleaning expensive silverware by himself in the pantry. And since this one has been wearing an afternoon dress since the morning and has a bunch of keys on her waist, she’s the head maid. I’ll put her in the head maid’s office.”

While we were talking, Lucy knocked on the door and came in, leaving a crepe, fruit, jam, milk and ointment next to me. I guess we’ll settle for breakfast here today.

The Duke cut up the breakfast and served it to me.

“Ah.”

“Ah– the one in the black suit is the tutor and the one wearing the bonnet is the nanny. The children’s room and study room will be located on the third floor, which is less frequented by outsiders. Hmm…… here. Oh, and this downstairs is the Marquis couple’s bedroom.”

In the middle of the explanation, the Duke continued to feed me, so the explanation was cut off in the middle as I mumbled.

“Milk too…… Good girl.”

“…… And this small room next to the Marquis’ couple’s bedroom is the dressing room. I’m going to put a ladies’ maid here. They’re picking out clothes for the master who will soon appear.”

Ladies’ maids are servants that nobles take with them when they go out, so they are always dressed up pretty and neatly. Even the clothes they wear are not worn by normal maids, but they are dressed up to the extent that they look similar to those of nobles.

Afterwards, I placed the parlor maids and cleaning maids in order, who were in charge of serving guests while receiving the crepes and milk the Duke fed me.

The Duke listened to my explanation with one ear and let it out through the other, smearing the medicine on my nose. It was slightly swollen from bumping into the duke at Count Mceuena’s residence before.

“These are laundry maids, so they are in the laundry room, and they are kitchen maids. Since this one is the smallest, she is the dishwashing maid.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“I didn’t even know they were bullying you, and I thought you were having a good time.”

I was wondering what kind of nonsense he was talking about, but turns out it was about an incident that happened at Count Mceuena’s residence. It’s all in the past, so I don’t know why he’s suddenly bringing it up again now.

But in the head of a madman, you shouldn’t wonder for a long time.

“Duke, you weren’t listening to me, were you?”

“I heard you. This is Betty.”

I was slightly embarrassed when he pinpointed the maid in charge of the dishes.

Yes, he has been listening.

“Other than that, tell me about the couple who owns this house. What……The lady’s maid is picking out clothes. Breakfast is over, but what is the Marchioness doing?”

Well, it depends on what the Marquis is doing.

There was no need to use imagination or creativity, so I roughly decided to use the setting of the Marquis Valentina couple from a chapter of <Just a Small-Fry Villain>.