Chapter 2: Making a Contract with the Postman
If you take a carriage and ride up the winding foothills for about an hour, you’ll reach a small, quiet countryside village.
At its center, among the cluster of modest houses, stood a towering mansion.
I worked there as a general maid.
“Melody, Lady Lanatte is looking for you.”
“Melody, have you finished the laundry?”
“Melody, let’s go shopping now.”
“Yes, yes, I’m coming!”
Aside from me, the only other servants working at the mansion were elderly men and women.
The elderly never seemed to need much sleep in the mornings.
But by midday, they would get tired easily and need their afternoon rest.
Since I was the only one available to move around during that time, it felt like I always had more work to do.
At the foot of the grand staircase on the first floor stood an old grandfather clock.