—Violet?
Cyril's voice was heard from the other side of the door.
-Place.
Soon, Cyril and an unknown woman left the room.
—Did you hear?
—Ah, I just arrived.
Violet responded without thinking.
Fortunately, Cyril seemed to take it as 'I didn't hear'.
-Alright.
This is Olive.
The housekeeper of this house.
—Hello, I'm Olive.
I am the butler of this house.
Please delete Cyril's introduction and remember the title of butler.
The woman named Olive was dressed neatly in an apron.
She looked a few years older than Cyril, was tall and, apart from her completely expressionless face, had no particular features.
—Nice to meet you, butler.
Olive's face relaxed a little at the title of butler.
—Olive is enough.
Please call me that.
—I've told you several times, this house doesn't need a butler.
You are a housekeeper.
Cyril said.
—I have the qualification to choose the title I want, since I comprehensively perform both the functions of butler and housekeeper.
For example, I take care of everything that ends in l in English in the house: repairs, cooking and rationality.
Cyril, as expected, was an eccentric.
The housekeeper was also a very peculiar person.
Violet was impressed.
—And what part of the rational does it do?
—It refers to the management of this eminent and noble gentleman, so that he is not defrauded.
For example….
—That's enough.
Violet knew that Cyril was a mercenary.
But he didn't know what kind of mercenary he was to live in such a nice house.
I wanted to know more about Uncle Cyril's work.
Just when Violet felt disappointed, Cyril opened the door.
—Come in, it's your room.
-Yeah.
Violet entered the room.
Wow….
Violet held her breath for a moment.
It was a clean and tidy room.
It had a large window and soft lace curtains.
It's beautiful, more elegant than Marigold's room.
Olive's color sense was excellent.
She loved the room, decorated in a soft violet tone.
In the center was a large single bed with four posters.
A vase had flowers and a clothes closet had engravings of lilies.
Bright lights throughout the room gave it a warm atmosphere.
—Really… this is my room?
Violet's voice trembled.
—Why, don't you like it?
Cyril seemed a little nervous.
Violet didn't know what to say.
—I told you, Olive, to prepare the color pink.
Cyril looked at Olive and frowned slightly.
—Simply preparing this room in three days is enough to demonstrate my skills as a butler.
—You are not a butler.
This is an infinite loop, right?
—Olive is not a simple housekeeper.
Olive is… a great person and worthy of respect.
Because he decorated a room like that.
Violet wiped away her tears and said.
—By majority vote, I am now a butler.
Olive said firmly.
Cyril looked like his blood pressure was rising.
-Thanks a lot.
Thanks, Olive.
Violet said it sincerely.
—Thank the owner of the house who paid for the furniture and everything else.
And if you check the closet, you will see that my respect for you and my opinion that I am an excellent butler will become even stronger.
Olive responded without batting an eyelid.
—That's enough.
Violet, I'm glad you like it.
Cyril said.
Violet swallowed.
He turned around and approached Cyril boldly.
The words were difficult.
Saying nice things was as difficult as saying hurtful things.
He couldn't express his current feeling with a simple thank you.
I'm not a bother in this house, at least.
For the first time, I have a place to belong.
So his body moved on its own.
Violet bravely hugged Cyril.
Cyril's body stiffened.
He just blinked.
-That's how it is.
It is a natural emotional reaction due to my exceptional skills as a butler.
If Olive hadn't said that, Violet might have shed tears.
Violet pulled away from Cyril and smiled.
—This is the first time I have had such a wonderful place.
Thanks, uncle.
Violet said.
Cyril looked stunned.
—Uh, yeah.
Clear.
Yeah….
Cyril murmured.
Without a doubt, many good things would happen in this house.
Violet felt it.
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The room never ceased to impress her, no matter how many times she walked through it.
My God, wow… SILK novels….
The bookshelf was filled with the novels Violet loved so much.
There was even The Story of Lady Lorys, which was now out of print.
—Do you need anything else?
Olive asked as Violet looked around the room in admiration.
Violet opened the closet and answered.
—If I asked for anything more, I would be shameless.
It's too perfect.
Violet continued to express her admiration.
Inside the closet were some new clothes and even new underwear.
—But how did you know my size?
—I investigated.
-How?
—Mr.
Cyril mentioned that he was in the cavalry faculty at the academy.
Places that make training shirts and equipment for future knights near the academy are limited.
I went to those places to see if there was a client named Violet Everdeen.
—That's how he knew my size!
Olive, you are an amazing butler!
Olive kept her face expressionless at those words.
But Violet thought she saw the corner of his mouth lift a little.
—I am a competent butler, so your appreciation is an appropriate reaction.
-Yeah!
It's appropriate!
Violet smiled happily.
The corner of Olive's mouth rose a little higher.
—I'll call her when dinner is ready.
Olive bowed and left the room.
If I wake up and this is a dream, I might become a real villain.
Fortunately, it was not a dream, because he was beginning to feel hungry.
That night, Olive silently prepared dinner.
Cyril's house was strangely elegant.
It was a little different from the Everdeen family's, which was full of antique furniture.
It was more modern.
Olive said nonchalantly that dinner would be at 7 o'clock.
When Violet came down to the dining room on time, Cyril was sitting at the head of the table, silently reading documents.
Violet cautiously sat down on the seat diagonal to Cyril.
Olive brought the food.
-Enjoy.
Cyril raised his head.
He responded with a gesture of his eyes without saying anything.
I am so happy to live in this house, and I even hugged my uncle without realizing it….
But still, it felt a little uncomfortable… Violet thought.
—Now that I think about it, where do you come from?
Did you run out of your house?
Violet thought at that moment.
I come from jail.
Violet looked away.
—I got involved in some matters.
—What matters?
Now that he thought about it, Cyril would be his protector.
She had to be honest about matters, big and small.
—The leader of the Imperial Knights threatened me and tried to take me away.
A silence filled the house.
-Because?
—Because I am your future daughter-in-law…
—And the commitment…
—It will be cancelled.
I already expressed my wish.
—It's a matter between families, so your father will refuse.
What is the probability that the other party will accept it so easily?
—She's quite tall.
At the moment, I broke Bluideen's nose…
—…
Cyril was silent again.
—To the point of breaking a bone?
—It definitely broke.
Although it is not a break that cannot be healed.
—That was good.
—Is that good too?
—If a sane girl like you hit someone, then that guy deserved it.
Violet suddenly liked this house even more.
Cyril had quite a bold personality.
—Now eat.
-That's all?
Aren't you worried?
May my father chase me or the leader of the knights, or...?
—You're an adult, if they try to take you, you just have to call the security guard.
The leader of the Imperial Knights cannot use all the security guards as he pleases.
-That's true.
—I also have contacts to protect a person who lives in my house.
Violet nodded.
For some reason, his heart was pounding.
-Place.
—Just in case, don't go out too much and have fun at home for a while.
With that, we're fine.
—But I have to go to the academy.
I need to make an appearance, even if it's just before I leave her.
—Then go.
Oh, and I'm going on a business trip for work starting tomorrow, so make yourself comfortable.
Violet smiled subtly.
After dinner, Olive brought the afternoon newspaper.
He asked Violet if she wanted to read it, and she agreed.
What?
Violet couldn't believe her eyes.
She felt like she had just been through all that fuss with Marlon just a moment ago.
What is this?
Was Marlon arrested so soon?
…To be continued