The Duchess of the Attic

On his return to the Duke's residence, it was almost time for dinner, and Romit the butler and the housekeeper gave him an annoying look.

Still, Opal didn't care, and told him he would have dinner with the Huberts and ordered the surprised Romites to drop Beth off in the guest room to help him change.

Then I'm thirsty, so I add that I bring tea too.

Both Romit and the housekeeper hid their anger and each began to move.

(Well, I guess it's better around still trying to hide my anger...)

When I entered the guest room, a grumpy look of Beth arrived some time later.

Besides, the tea apparatus makes a tall noise because of the rampant placement of the tray I had.

"Beth, if I don't know what you're upset about, but that tea vessel is missing a little, can I pay you back?

"My husband has not been blamed for the failure of our servants."

"If it's a normal failure. But I don't think my husband here would be happy if there was something that would deliberately treat me as abusive and crack."

Beth said nothing to Opal's words, but a defiant gaze tells the story of the mood.

I didn't care, so Opal sipped the tea and glanced at me.

As soon as possible, Beth gives you a look like that.

"Can't you make tea satisfactorily, too? This is very sinister. And warm. If this keeps happening, you'd better find a new job. I'll write you a good reference then. He says he's bad at making tea."

"Hey, what do you look great..."

Opal, who had stopped putting up with him, told Beth to stay high.

Never before had such an attitude toward a servant, but I thought the men of the Duke's mansion needed no care or anything.

Beth turned her face bright red and answered her mouth, which Opal controlled with one hand up.

"In fact, I'm great. Because I'm the mistress here, and you're hired here. You can quit if you don't want to admit it. In that case, I have nothing to do with you and me trying to meet you on some street corner or in some mansion. That's why I don't have to tell you how great I am anymore. Come on, go ahead, do as you please. I'm gonna wear a scarlet dress for dinner today, but you're gonna prepare it? You won't?

Beth was shaking blue, but when she heard Opal's words like an ultimatum, she went into the clothing room with regret.

And start preparing silently.

"Yes, yes. If you can talk to Romit about me later, there's something I need you to tell him. At the tea table after dinner, I'll tell my husband and Mrs. Northam an important story. But it concerns you, too, so anyone interested as well as Romit will be in the living room."

Including a grin, Opal told him, Beth stopped her hand, which was combing Opal's hair so hard that it hurt.

He seems surprised to hear that anyone of his servants can be present at their masters conversation.

But when Opal and I met each other in the mirror, I must have pulled my lips together and nodded.

"... Yes, sir."

After a short while, Beth whispered her acceptance.

They finally felt strange about an opal with an unprecedented vigorous attitude.

But Opal is ready now.

Hubert, of course, must inform Mrs Northam and the servants that Opal does not intend to be spoiled by this situation.

Those who change their attitudes will also be given generous treatment.

Opal stood up, frightened by the uproar that would be happening, and headed to his dinner seat.

When he entered the room, Hubert, who had taken his seat first, stood up, but never escorted to his seat.

Mrs. Northam stays seated, but without worrying, Opal sees Hubert's trendy jacket and thinks it doesn't matter that you've re-tailored your clothes as well.

And to Opal, who took his seat, Hubert just started attacking.

"What are you going to do? You threatened to fire Beth earlier, didn't you?

"You're a lot faster, aren't you? But that information is incorrect"

"How?

"I didn't threaten you, because I mean it. As I thought before, this servant is influenced by his or her personal feelings and is not performing his or her duties fully. I couldn't fix it after a few cautions about Beth, until I made a recommendation that this was the last time."

"What... you have no right to..."

"Yes. I am the mistress of this mansion. Originally, my discretion about what to do with a servant is my job, and it's not like my husband cares."

"Become..."

Hubert jammed his words into a clearly out-of-the-box Opal attitude that he felt stronger than ever before.

Until then, Mrs. Northam, who was laughing and watching what was going on, has a pompous mouth open.

The maid of service and her servant looked pale, and Romit, the butler who was pouring wine, pulled the bottle out of the glass once, either to contain the tremor in his hands.

Realizing the situation, Hubert coughs up.

"- We shouldn't talk like this in front of everyone."

"It was my husband who started it. Besides, it looks like it's already in your ear, so you may not need to tell me, but I have an important story to tell you in the living room after this meal. As we have also told Beth, it concerns the servants of this mansion, so anyone interested will be gathered. Please, don't be offended."

"What the hell..."

"You'll see about that later. Now you should enjoy your meal."

Protected by the title Duke before, and never told so strongly by others, Hubert eventually proceeded to eat without saying anything more.

But he really cares, peeking at Opal all the time.

Does Mrs. Northam not get her meal through her throat, either, and the food on the plate has barely diminished.

Opal ate well unlike the other two.

"So shall we have tea in the living room first?

"Yeah..."

When the meal was over and Opal stood up and spoke, Mrs. Northam nodded anxiously.

Then Hubert gets up, too.

"I'm going to get you some tea today as well"

"... Really?"

You want to hear about Opal soon, Hubert seems to be wasting his time enjoying alcohol and stuff.

But Opal was going to go back to his room once and for all to pick up the important things needed for this discussion.

"Mrs. Northam, I'll get what's back in the room once, so could I ask you to prepare some tea?

"Yeah, yeah. Okay."

Mrs. Northam answered in a quiet manner, and Hubert narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Opal left the room with that gaze on his back and went back to the guest room, and when he took a few documents out of the lightened bag, he entered the living room.

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

A few servants and maids, such as Romit, housekeeper and Beth, were already standing in the living room waiting.

Hubert and Mrs. Northam are sitting on the couch and neither of them seem to be keeping their mouths shut on the tea.

Opal was in front of another cup prepared - and when he sat across from Hubert, he just cut it out.

"Beginning yesterday, this mansion, as well as all the property of the Duke's house, such as the Duke's territory, consulate located in the territory, has become mine. - So I will give you five days' respite, and in the meantime decide whether to leave here or stay."

Turning the first word to Hubert and Mrs. Northam, then to the servants, Opal declared.

Hubert reveals his anger as soon as possible.

"What a fool! Sure, this is - the Duke's house was brought back by your bribe. Because you have no right! Say something stupid, don't upset everyone!

"Did you bring it back? That's not true. The Duke's house, by my money, was just temporarily outdone. I still believe Omer's words, 'Next year is the year', and he borrowed money to encumber your territory and outraged you... How talkative is that money lender? But if you stay like this, you'll have to be in debt again soon."

Shamed in front of the servants, Hubert was blushing with humiliation.

Opal, by contrast, is only calm.

With such a chilling look on Opal's face, Hubert seems to have been increasingly angered.

I ordered my voice to be absurd like never before.

"Get out! I'll be separated from you already! Get out of here now!

"Sir, if you're going to get separated, it's up to you to leave. Yesterday afternoon, my husband signed a document stating he was transferring all the land mansions to me."