Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (3)
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““Dia...?””
Hildia and Iaseom exchanged a single glance with each other before murmuring the young lady's name, their faces utterly baffled, as if they had no clue what she was talking about.
“No... I mean, it's not necessarily about just connecting our bodies or anything. What was it again? Hold on a sec.”
The young lady flipped open her book and skimmed through the pages here and there. It didn't take long before she seemed to find the passage she was looking for.
“Pure love. Have you ever been in love?”
The lurid, titillating descriptions of bodies entwining were fun little snacks that certainly rattled Dia's drug-addled brain, but honestly, they weren't that entertaining.
To Dia, who was steeped in narcotics, seeing the young lady in the novel go mad with obsession and just roll around in bed with some guy felt like nothing more than a hyper-realistic depiction.
What truly piqued her interest was the notion of “pure love.”
It wasn't that she didn't know the word. She had heard it before in her life.
No, it was just... well, the love described in the novels felt a little different from what Dia had imagined. And that was the crux of it.
She'd give up her entire fortune for it. She'd throw away her life for it.
Dia remembered that early scene where the novel's young lady had shouted those words.
The heroines in the other two novels were much the same. Love, they'd do anything for love.
Fortune. Honor. They didn't need any of it—they just wanted love. The fact that they'd forsake everything for it made it clear: if you truly understood this love, it had to be something incredible.
So Dia wanted to experience “love” for herself, if she could.
More than some heated fling, she yearned for that baby-making where they clung tightly to each other in bed, gazing tenderly into one another's eyes and whispering “I love you” over and over.
“I... I've obviously never done that! Young Lady!”
Iaseom waved her hands frantically, her face drained of color.
Romance was forbidden for the maids of the Menesil household, but Iaseom had no reason to think Dia knew that.
She just figured the young lady was trying to catch her in something.
“Me too... I've obviously never done that either!”
Hildia felt equally wronged.
Sure, she'd sneakily read novels during breaks, but that was just fiction. The squeals and shrieks she'd let out were all for the men in those stories.
“Can't we just call the doctor or something?”
“No way. Mr. Ganeghan's probably with Lady Abera today.”
“Hmm...”
Iaseom's response was firm. Dia trailed off in disappointment.
It was just an expression of regret, but the two maids still thought they were under suspicion.
“Um... Young Lady!”
That's when Hildia mustered her courage.
What the hell are you about to say? Just stay quiet! Iaseom shot Hildia a sharp look with that sentiment, but Hildia didn't even notice.
“What?”
“If you want to root out a maid who's disloyal to the Menesil family, there's someone else! We're really, really not her! Please believe us!”
“A disloyal maid? What are you even...”
“Young Lady! Please! There's a weird maid who spouts vulgar nonsense all the time! Believe us! Iaseom and I have worked here for over ten years!”
Dia's head, which had been tilting in confusion, suddenly froze.
Vulgar nonsense. That phrase caught her.
“There's a maid like that?”
If there was, my sister wouldn't have let her get away with it.
With Dia thinking that, Iaseom and Hildia looked relieved that the topic had shifted, their faces regaining a bit of color as they continued.
“Yes, really. She's a new maid.”
“And Sis just let that slide?”
“It hasn't reached Lady Abera's ears yet, apparently. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.”
Dia pondered for a moment.
“Bring her here.”
**
The morning sunlight poured pleasantly into the garden of the Menesil annex.
At the garden's edge stood Alfred. He was always on the move without rest, and every bit of that tireless energy was for Abera's sake.
So mornings found him in the garden. Tending it was an exceedingly important task.
Normally, he could just order the servants to do it, but that left unsatisfying corners untouched, so Alfred always took up the shears himself.
Tiring? Of course it was. Dressing properly for the job made it sweltering.
But when the other servants bowed politely in greeting as they passed, or gazed at the manicured flowers with admiring eyes, the sense of fulfillment was unmatched.
And if Lady Abera offered even a word of praise? That would leave him in high spirits for a full month—it was worth every bead of sweat.
Lord of Light. Grant us another fine day. May all the Menesil household bask in Your grace.
He was offering his prayer before diving into the real work when—
“I wanna have sex. Hehe.”
A voice that should never have been heard rang out. Alfred's pious heart was slashed in an instant.
Who the hell...?
Alfred halted his prayer and frantically searched for the culprit.
“So friggin' boring~ Giggle. Hehe~ If only I could shoot up all day. Heh.”
Amid the snip-snip of shears from various spots, that voice came again.
Urgency flooded Alfred's face. Cold sweat trickled down his back.
If Lady Abera, out for her morning stroll, overheard this, it would be a disaster.
It wasn't that he hadn't trained the other servants properly—no, Alfred prided himself on earning their respect.
An intruder from outside, then? That had to be it.
After a few hurried steps, Alfred finally spotted the true offender.
“I hope they all drop dead. For real.”
Standing before a shrub that needed precise, elegant trimming was a maid who looked somewhat dim-witted, her massive hips and breasts jiggling with every move.
...Wait, was she even a maid?
She was wearing a maid uniform, so yes. But the attitude and eyes were the problem.
Not a shred of interest in her work in those eyes, and she was hacking away haphazardly with the tree-trimming shears.
Her figure strained the uniform to its limits, making her sloppy demeanor look even worse. Some buttons weren't even fastened.
Alfred knew who she was.
Sua, the new maid Lady Abera had recently brought on.
How could she hire someone like this? Probably some street urchin. Lady Abera was too kind for her own good. Of course, that was just Alfred's opinion.
“Can't you dress properly?”
Anger laced Alfred's voice as he glared at Sua and scolded her. It was only natural.
“I'm wearing clothes, aren't I? Heh.”
But that flippant reply was all he got.
“I said more neatly! Button up properly!”
“What can I do? My boobs are huge.”
The head butler's words caught in his throat. Sua's brazen attitude left him dumbfounded.
This time, he pointed out something else.
“And you—what were you just muttering?”
“What'd I mutter?”
“This! Spouting things that would shame anyone who heard them! If you had any sense of your position, you wouldn't dare say such filth!”
“No idea what you're talking about...”
Sua played innocent.
Alfred finally lost his patience and thrust out his finger, pointing straight at the shrub.
“You call this playing dumb after this? You toying with me?!”
Lady Abera's prized bush had been trimmed into the shape of a phallus. Alfred's face was flushed beet red, on the verge of bursting.
Only then did Sua seem to realize she couldn't deny it, scratching her head.
“...They just told me to trim it. Heh.”
“Trim it like this? What the hell were you thinking?!”
“I trimmed it just like I thought it looked.”
“What kind of brain are you using? You're fired! Get out of this mansion now! Don't expect the others here to be as merciful as Lady Abera! Out!”
Alfred grabbed Sua's earlobe tightly and yanked.
Sua's face twisted immediately.
“Ow...”
Then, suddenly, she shoved her hand up under her skirt.
From Alfred's perspective, it was maddening. Was she about to strip right here?
“What are you doing? I said out! You'll be the death of me!”
“Fine. I'll kill you right now.”
Sua muttered that as she fiddled with a syringe tucked near her underwear.
If Ganeghan hadn't jabbed her with that shot, if not for Abera's request, she wouldn't be stuck doing this crap. Idiots who didn't know their place rushing in like this just made her want to kill them.
Playing the perfect maid? Easy.
But now the situation was different. The withdrawal from Ganeghan's injection was hitting hard while she suppressed it, leaving her on edge enough to snap.
The tension was thick enough to cut. That's when—
“Hey there!”
Sua froze mid-motion as she pulled out the syringe. Alfred whipped his head around too.
The one interrupting their standoff with that short shout was none other than Hildia.
“Sorry to interrupt, but the young lady's calling for Sua.”
“The young lady?”
Alfred stroked his mustache thoughtfully, then seemed to grasp the situation easily. Lady Abera must want to console her and send her off properly. That was his guess.
Meanwhile, Sua cocked her head.
“I thought she had stuff to do with the doctor today.”
“Not Lady Abera—Lady Dia wants to see you!”
Invisible question marks popped up over Sua's and Alfred's heads.