Chapter 3: 3

Volume 1: Chapter 3, House Maid and Butler

The girl had a golden mane. Her slim, side-parted bangs concealed the right half of her face, and her left eye was a dazzling shade of azure.

Her exquisite face was adorned with beauty marks, like most young females have.

Riber couldn't help but want to compare his hand size to her petite face shape.

He also felt the urge to check if her long lashes were naturally curled or fixed in place.

Ever since Riber had laid eyes on her, the girl's expression remained unchanged. If it weren't for the occasional flicker of her eyelids, Riber would have suspected her to be a doll.

But then again, Riber still couldn't help but wonder why the girl was glowing.

As for her attire, she wore a delightful black and white maid costume, the short skirt version to be precise. It was adorned with an iconic maid headband and stockings, connected by lace suspenders.

Riber liked the short skirt maid outfit, but he couldn't help but question the designer's seriousness. In reality, maids would probably wear long skirts that covered them completely.

If the designer wasn't serious, then the world view of this planet itself was messed up.

But the question remained - for what reason was she glowing ?

Since the young maid appeared in Riber's vision, her body had been enveloped by a soft white halo, especially noticeable in this slightly gloomy passageway.

Riber couldn't help but wonder if he should ask.

What if the beautiful girl's glowing is common knowledge in this world?

Isn't there a danger of revealing oneself as a transmigrator?

Riber thought for a moment.

Although he was very curious about why his maids were glowing, he still didn't ask in the end.

In the situation of being weak in information, it's better to be low-key for the time being.

…

"You...remember to find someone to clean this up." Riber pointed to the chandelier on the floor of the room and the broken glass debris and gave orders to the young maid.

Then, he saw the young maid quietly looking inside the room, then turned her head to look at him.

Because of the young maid's petite figure, when she looked at Riber, her head slightly tilted up.

Her eyes were full of scrutiny.

And this silent pressure made Riber's heart suddenly panic.

What's going on?

Why did he get such a response from the maid when he gave her the order?

Could it be that he, as a Count, was not the master of this mansion, so he was not qualified to give orders?

"Is there a problem?" Riber asked, feeling guilty.

However, the young maid still stared at him expressionlessly, not answering.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Riber always felt that this glowing maid had a strong aura.

Being stared at by her, he even felt a chill in this summer season, like a frog being locked in by a venomous snake.

Luckily, his body's stone cold attribute was present. Otherwise, under this heavy pressure, Riber didn't know if he would reveal any unsightly expression.

The long stare continued.

Riber's heart became more and more nervous.

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It turns out that it's so, is it difficult to be a transmigrator ?

Is my identity exposed as soon as I stepped out of the room ?

While Riber was lost in thought and even considering escaping by jumping out of the window, the young maid finally moved.

She slowly shook her head and then said,

"No problem, I will clean it up when you have your meal, Master."

…

Claire, the Count's only maid, stepped into Riber's room as soon as the latter's figure disappeared from sight.

She inspected the shattered chandelier on the floor for a brief moment, and then picked it up with a single hand, her muscles barely straining under its weight.

The weight of the chandelier was definitely not light. It could be seen clearly from the dent it created on the floor that was made of good material when it fell.

But when Claire picked it up, not only did she not appear to feel any weight, but she even had energy to think of something else.

What she was thinking was Riber's behavior earlier. The reason why she had stared at him intently before was that she was looking at the bandage wrapped around his neck.

Since yesterday, she had been noticing something amiss about his voice, and it wasn't until she saw the bandage that she understood the reason. However, the revelation only led to more questions.

For example, why was Riber's neck injured?

And also, why was he staring at her with such strange eyes earlier.

Those eyes were as if he could see right through her.

"As I thought, I can't hide anything from him..."

Whispering to herself, Claire began to take apart the chandelier by hand, twisting the metal rods from the chandelier into a bundle as if they were a rope.

…

Meanwhile, after a considerable period of searching, Riber arrived at the mansion's dining hall; he realized the vastness of his fortune as he stepped out of the room and saw the apparently endless corridor.

Despite its size, the mansion was designed with simplicity in mind, as opposed to intricate grandeur; as a result, Riber just quickly skimmed the various rooms, understanding their functions and the locations of each room.

The mansion's dining hall was equally vast, with a large floor-to-ceiling window that provided adequate lighting while also providing a glimpse of the gorgeous surroundings. Within the dining hall were not just one table, but multiple dining tables.

As Riber hesitated over which table to take a seat at, and whether it would cause any problems to sit randomly, an elegantly dressed elderly gentleman followed him into the dining hall.

Riber closely examined the elderly gentleman; the old man was dressed in a mostly black tuxedo, with a white shirt underneath.

Most importantly, this person did not emit any light. The old man's appearance somewhat resembled that of a butler; however, Riber did not dare to casually initiate a conversation.

After all, if he were to make a mistake and the other person turned out to be a distant relative or something, then the problem would be significant.

"Young Master!" It wasn't until the old man called out this phrase that Riber confirmed that the other person was indeed at butler.

"Here is today's weekly report." The old butler spoke as he respectfully presented a newspaper to Riber with both hands; and before Riber could say anything, the butler walked over to a dining table and pulled out a chair for him.

Sitting down on the seat, Riber was momentarily moved by the butler's thoughtfulness.

Indeed, this should the attitude that a hired servant should have.

So what was wrong with that maid who had been giving him dirty looks earlier?

She had almost frightened him to death!

After Riber sat down, the butler carefully laid a napkin on his lap. Then, after saying "Please wait, Young Master," he quickly walked towards the inner hall of the dining hall.

If Riber was not mistaken, he must have gone to get his breakfast.

Taking advantage of this time, Riber opened the "weekly report" that the butler had handed to him earlier.

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