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Raymond's management wasn't so smooth, but it wasn't the worst. Since most of the houses were not used, there was less work to be done. All the servants' rooms were not used, and there were no guests, so all they had to do was organize the parts they used. However, the luxury of life has fallen far below that of the past.

First, it was a matter of clothing.

"I'm so sorry. Karen."

“…….”

Karen knew she had to accept Raymond's apology, but she couldn't stop talking when she saw a pile of skirts in front of her. It was the best clothes he had. It was a dress with layers of frills inside, usually worn at the first meeting with Raymond. Karen used to wear it not only because it looked light but also because it was light and warm. But at least Karen won't wear the skirt again while she's alive. It's already become a pile of cloth that's hard to call clothes.

"How did you wash it?"

"Just like any other clothes... I unpacked the soap and washed it."

"…with Lord Raymond's clothes?”

"…yes. That's right."

Karen wasn't a laundry maid, but at least she knew she shouldn't do this. Unlike work clothes, the fragile fabric of women's clothing should be rarely damaged, so most of the clothes had to be cleaned up slightly and brushed off.

"Did you put the clothes you wear when you're working?”

"…yes."

The result was terrible because such clothes were washed with work clothes used in tents or something like that. The frame of the dress was completely warped and the color of the dreary work clothes was washed away.

“…….”

"I'll be right back."

“…….”

You have to say it's okay. It's not his fault. It is not wrong not to know. He admits his mistake and says he will make amends. Come on, it's all right, you have to answer.

“…….”

But Karen was not willing to answer that she was okay. If you are a maid of your own, you will scold and if you are Isella, you will give up, but your opponent is Raymond. Karen opened her mouth, but there was no answer.

"…I'm so sorry."

"…that's enough."

That was the best I could do.

In the end, Karen couldn't say she was okay. I knew it from my head, but it hurt my feelings. Loving Raymond was a different matter. That night Karen turned her back on Raymond and fell asleep.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, Raymond."

“…….”

Raymond shut his mouth.

Karen searched through 170 rooms in the mansion, but could not find any clothes she liked. The employees took everything out as they went out.

"It's all right…."

Karen made up her mind by looking at her clothes in the mirror. It was a dress worn by ordinary black maids. Karen did not wear an apron, but the rough cloth did not change.

Karen felt a little ominous.

The second was more serious.

It was a meal problem.

Karen liked a delicious meal. I loved the gourmet. He loved the pleasures of the earth. One of Raymond's biggest attractions was his house, the Tess mansion. Among them were chefs in the mansion.

With grains, sheep and cattle from the rich soil, they would create magic. He was good at work, but thanks to the quality of the native products here, Karen used to love the land itself.

A large restaurant was a place where dozens of people could sit and eat, but now it was only for Karen and Raymond. The dazzling sunlight coming from the big window gently enveloped the entire restaurant, and it was okay to eat alone at a long, large table.

Also, it was an important condition for a good meal time that the person in front of you was a person who was okay no matter what he or she talked to. But Karen did not easily reach for the fork and knife.

"…doesn't it suit your taste?"

"No, I'm fine. You did a great job. Thank you."

Karen answered silently cutting the meat. I liked the plate. Plates and meat made of castings were maintained at just the right temperature. It was hot, but the meat was cooked perfectly. Karen's knife cut the meat apart, and the red part was revealed with a proper cooking.

"That's a relief."

Karen cut a piece and pushed it into her mouth. It was cooked with a young female lamb. In fact, there was no such thing as cooking. It was simply boiled with pepper and salt. But the quality of the meat was good, so there was no smell at all, and it was soft. It was a simple recipe, but it wasn't something you couldn't eat.

"The taste is fine."

Unless it's for breakfast.

"But I'm concerned about Lord Raymond's hard work, so you don't have to do this anymore."

Karen hardly eats breakfast. Even if I ate it, I filled it with milk, tea, and some snacks. She was not unusual and the meals served in most mansions were normal. Even the servants.

"That's okay. It's my pleasure to see you enjoying your meal."

“…….”

It was touching.

Raymond's offering was meat, meat, and meat. It's just boiled, roasted, or blanched meat. Karen was gloomy that the food served with meat was baked potatoes. This is why they are not in a mansion but in a monastery.

"…Lord Raymond."

"Yes, Karen."

"Do you usually eat like this in the army?"

"It's usually much worse than this."

"…It's delicious. Thank you for the food."

I didn't mean to say that. Karen sighed and cut the meat.

Raymond proposed again when Karen did not respond.

"I was in a hurry to prepare, so I only had a hard nippy new. I thought it would be better to serve meat than that."

Do you have any flour?”

Raymond hardened his answer to Karen's question.

"I will learn baking soon."

I can't make it even though.

Karen didn't look at Raymond, but only glared at the meat. Raymond is also an aristocrat. You know what a normal meal is like. However, he is not in a position to entertain others, so he does his best by his own standards.

Can't we just call the chefs?

Karen stares at Raymond, holding back her words in her mouth.

"Next time the porter comes, I will bring him biscuits and bread."

But the porter is still far from arriving. Karen was depressed by the fact that she had to continue eating this bleeding meal for a few more days.

"Please… please."

Karen answered Raymond with a smile. I felt a twitch in my smiling face. However, it was hard to complain about Raymonde to make, clean up, and even pay for Raymondie.

"If there is anything uncomfortable, feel free to know. I'll do my best."

With Raymond's serious eyes, Karen had to swallow the scream rising from her throat.

It was a quiet meal in a palace-like mansion.

The third was that Raymond was too busy.

Raymond took the time to sit with Karen for two hours a day playing chess or walking in the garden. But more than that was too much.

Cleaning up the house, cooking food, and spending time with Karen were almost the day, and after dinner, they would constantly receive documents, organize them, and send a telegram to Jeonseo-gu.

"Didn't you say you retired?"

"Because I don't only work for you."

"Did you do anything else?”

"Yes."

He must have been surprised by the short answer, but he opened his mouth again.

"I've got something to do with the Marquis."

Being stuck in a mansion did not lead a life of complete advantage to society. But Karen had an advantage in society. The only link was Raymond.

"…Please be patient for a year."

But for Karen, the period seemed too long to end.

***

"That doesn't mean I want to run a case."

I know Lord Raymond does his best. How can you not know? Raymond does everything inside while Karen is lying in the grass.

But Karen was dissatisfied. It was more frustrating that he was unable to complain.

"…why am I still lonely?"

He was always lonely. No one in the world ever understood himself. No one remembered. However, even though someone who understood and loved him finally appeared, his empty heart was not filled.

Because you're dissatisfied with the meal? Because the clothes are simple? All of that would be the reason. But it was a little difficult for Karen to admit her desire.

"Peaceful…why….”

Karen lies on the grass and looks up at the mansion. Although there was only Raymond and himself in this large space, Karen continued to feel that her desire was not being fulfilled.

I'm getting more and more and more.

I want to be by your side. I want to spend time with you. I want to talk more about the future.

When there is one person who can understand, greed grows endlessly. The world felt like a type, but now it felt like a huge real greenhouse. As I began to feel realistic, I wanted to do more and more.

It was a year longer than I thought.

"Carran, your meal is ready."

The sun was setting before I knew it. He seemed to have napped again. Karen saw Raymond sitting next to her.

Your clothes must have starch in them. Karen looked down at her clothes. But soon I realized that it didn't matter. All of his clothes were discarded and simple black clothes worn by maids. It didn't matter if I listened to the grass. Karen kept lying down and asked Raymond.

"Is it another greasy meal?"

"…I only used eggs, not meat."

"Is it a boiled egg?"

"No, it's an omelet."

"Wow."

Karen expected it. I thought an omelet would be fine. You can also see potatoes and bacon flowing out of the golden omelette. That would be all the ingredients here.

It was a good thing. Karen was satisfied that she had a proper meal, not meat, for the first time in a while.

"We'll order a lot of things next time."

"Yes."

Karen lay on the grass and looked up at Raymond.

Raymond took Karen by the hand.

You have to try. Raymond's trying.

Raymond's hair was swaying in the wind. Raymond's hair is reddish because of the light of the sunset. Karen liked the color that resembled her hair color. The spring breeze swept the ball.

Karen stretched out her arms.

It's wrapped around Raymond's neck.

"Shall we go eat?"

"Wait a minute."

Karen pulled Raymond's neck.

"Ah."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, inadvertently."

Why are you so strong? Raymond's body wouldn't pull. Karen ordered Raymond.

"Take it easy."

This time, I lost so much strength that my nose bumped into each other. Somehow I can't keep getting hit. The two of them giggled and slowly overlapped their lips.

That's how the day went by.

***

Karen found herself still lacking. It wasn't a matter of trying.

There was a serious need and dissatisfaction.