Chapter 298: Section 209: Details (1)
"Lady Lena," the old housekeeper of the Mowish family looked at the elf before him, his brow deeply furrowed not because she was shirking her duties, but because she was... too industrious.
Ever since Lady Anna arrived two days ago, her exclusive maid appeared within the Golden Palace, acting like the pickiest of guests, yet also like the strictest of maestresses. She cleaned one room after another, attending to every corner that the regular maids couldn’t possibly have time for, even repurposing the trophy room of previous kings and dukes—polishing those trophies and sweeping every nook, like a tireless machine.
Upon hearing his call, the elf turned around. Though she wore a beautiful gown, an apron for cleaning was draped over it. A discordant combination but unexpectedly charming, even her headband seemed like an ornamental addition.
The old housekeeper had heard his own master mention this outfit more than once, expressing a desire to have their maids dressed similarly.
Presumptuous as it might be, the old housekeeper couldn’t help but say that his master was a bit too idealistic—after all, no human maid could ever truly compare to an elf maid in appearance, just like the two ladies. No matter how much respect Lady Manli commanded, she couldn’t eclipse Lady Anna’s overwhelming beauty.
"Old Jim, what is it?"
"You see, you have been busy for quite some time, don’t you think you need a break? Let my subordinates take care of the grand hall on the first floor," said Jim, the oldest among the butlers, smiling at the elf.
"I think..." The lady seemed reluctant to cease her work, but as a little Rat-man maid scurried into the hall, she finally raised her eyebrows, "Alright, the first floor I’ll leave to my sisters." After speaking, she set down the bucket she held and reached out to lift the little mouse up into her arms.
The old housekeeper nodded, watching the lady depart with her subordinate.
The Mowish family now had three sets of housekeeping systems. One was Jim’s own, the old Duke’s faction, his family having served the Mowish family since his great-great-grandfather’s time when they were merely dukes. Now, Jim managed the family’s affairs in The Capital and its direct territories. He was loyal to the Mowish family banner and only to the current head of the house. The two ladies, several young masters, and mistresses were only passing figures in his life. Apart from His Majesty, nobody should presume to posture before a 67-year-old, and of all Jim’s talents, staring death in the face was something he practiced both day and night.