Chapter 42: Servant Cedric (8). The Lord of Eched
“Don’t you think the Young Lady’s changed since that apology?”
“Totally. She doesn’t lash out anymore, and when she scolds us, it’s just words now.”
“I—I got complimented the other day for polishing her shoes well! I thought she didn’t even care what we did, but I guess she’s been watching us all along.”
“My mother collapsed, so I had to rush home, and the Young Lady gave me a day off. She’s so thoughtful, honestly.”
“Maybe she’s not such a bad mistress after all? At least she never skimps on our pay.”
“You think so? I mean, sure, but... back in the day, her tantrums were kind of...”
“Hey now! ‘Tantrums’? That was just a phase! A period of youthful rebellion! Everyone goes through that at that age!”
“You’re the one who used to mutter that you’d never serve her if it weren’t for the paycheck.”
“W-What are you talking about! Don’t make up nonsense!”
Murmurs.
Whispers.
In the Redvell estate built on the land of Eched, the servants were abuzz every day with talk of the ‘Young Lady’s’ recent transformation.