PMZ 092 – Lots of promises.

Then I finished the second batch of laundry, still by using my hand, and when I was finally free, I headed for the Grand Wife’s room, thinking should I proceed.

Unfortunately, the head maid stopped me and asked me to help her prepare lunch in the kitchen.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m counting on you.”


Unfortunate, but work is work. Since I’m posing as a maid, I have to do my job.

My utmost priority is to witness the conflict between the Wife and the Grand Wife, but I can’t.

I walked into the kitchen, washed my hands with soap, and called out to a nearby cook.

“I’m here to help. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Sure. …… Hmm? You don’t look familiar. Are you new?”

“Yes, I’m Ellie, and I’ll be working with you on weekends from today. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Mario, and that guy over there is Luigi, the head chef. Remember me.” {AUTHOR! SERIOUSLY!?}

I remembered it at once.

But I’m more comfortable with Mario as the head chef; there’s no way I will say that.

“Are Mario and Luigi your brothers?”

“No? Why?”


Different setting, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that two people with those names are here.

Isn’t that quite amazing fate?

“Then I’ll ask you to peel. Peel all the potatoes there.”

“Yes. Do you want me to soak the ones that are done?”

“That’s right. Can you cut them into finger-sized slices while you’re at it? You can use this bowl.”

I took the large bowl from Mario and filled it with water using magic.

“Oh? That’s amazing. I’ve never seen a maid use magic for something like this before.”

“Ah, really?”

“Yeah, It is not common for commoners to be able to use magic. Even if there is someone who can, they usually end up being an adventurer.”

“I see…”

When I think about it, I feel that none of the people I’ve met so far couldn’t use magic.

I knew that it was probably because my environment was affecting most of my knowledge, somehow along the way, I might think that it was normal to be able to use it.

“I can’t use magic either, but I’m good with knives. Look. Look.”

He grabbed a small knife and dexterously rotated it into his opposite hand. It’s quite a brilliant move.

“Wow, amazing!”


Then, Luigi’s knuckles fell on Mario’s head.

“Don’t play with it! How many times have I told you not to play with a knife?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Mario went back to his own work, dejected. As I silently peeled, I tried to imagine their relationships and some other things. They must be good at cooking mushrooms.

Maybe they get strangely powered up when they eat those mushrooms, or maybe the effect differs from one to another. {tln}

They must have a beautiful woman friend who will look great in a peach-colored dress.

And when the time comes for them to go to an adventure to save her, the first magic they will learn is definitely [fireball].

I wonder if something special happened when they managed to collect a hundred gold coins…

My mind wanders aimlessly as I did this simple task, and before I know it, I finished peeling half of the potatoes and my thoughts finally started to turn to the task at hand.

I just noticed this after doing it myself. Peeling potatoes with a knife is troublesome, isn’t it? If it’s just one or two people eating, it’s not that much of a burden, but if it’s for a whole family, it’s quite a hassle. Especially when you have to do it three times a day, every day.

Oh, the mothers of the world are amazing. I don’t know how they can continue to do such hard work without getting paid.

I should give my thanks to the cooks and tell them that the food was delicious every time.

I didn’t have much of a chance to see them, so I mostly told the maids who served the food, but I think it’s better to tell them directly.

That’s right. When I get home, I’ll make myself a peeler. Though it’s not a magic tool, peeling with tools will be so much easier…

I finished peeling the potatoes while thinking about the structure of the peeler, which I couldn’t remember and placed them in the steaming pot under Mario’s instruction.

“What will you make with it?”

“Potage. Today’s lunch will be potato potage, pasta with bacon and mushrooms, and raspberry mousse. If anyone asks, tell them that.”

I knew he was good at cooking mushrooms…!

It was almost eleven o’clock, and I was ready to go to the Grand Wife’ room. At this time, the morning tea time should be almost over.

My prediction seemed to be right, as a senior maid pushing a tea cart came walking from across the corridor. She was the last one of the group of three.

I had a bad feeling about this, so I tried to avoid her, but she stopped beside me.

She was staring at me.

I thought to myself, “What’s the matter?” Then she lifted the teapot and tilted it over my head.

“It’s hot…!”

“Oh, my. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, my hand slipped.”

She sounded so happy.

Most noblemen’s teapots are magical devices that automatically produce hot water. In other words, this is also the temperature of freshly boiled water.

If you bathe in it unprotected, of course, you will get burned, and no matter how high my defense as a B-rank adventure, hot thing is hot. I didn’t expect she will go this far.

The way they harassed me was so blatant that I was at a loss for words.

What is this, a daytime drama?

What next? A lunch composed of only sardine on the plate?

“Oh, yeah, it seems the Grand Wife was waiting for you to come. I don’t know how you got into this, but don’t you think you’d better get dressed and go?”

The senior maid was about to leave, but I called out to her, “Please wait.”

I’m not going to keep quiet about this.

“It’s hot.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. I think you’d better cool it down.”

“Already did.”

I put a thin layer of ice on her head, face, and shoulders, also on her hands.

When she realized that she was being counterattacked, she began to look frightened, with a twinge of fear on her face.

For someone who is used to being bullied, she seems to be vulnerable to counterattacks. Maybe there was no newcomer who had ever fought back before.

“Aa! It’s cold!”

“Really? Oh, I get it. You feel cold because you haven’t been burned. Shall I warm it up a little for you?”

With that, I created a ball of flame with my left hand.

For the first time, I was able to use two contradictory attributes at the same time, but now is not the time to celebrate. I need to nail it to her, so she won’t do this ever again.

As the flames flared up even louder, she crouched down, protecting her head with both hands.

“Hyyy! I’m sorry!”

“Promise me you won’t you do this again?”

“I understand! I won’t. I won’t. ……!”

“I will remember that.”

I break the spell and cast a recovery spell on myself. The blisters seem to be prevented, but a little redness remains.

I have to dry my clothes and hair as soon as possible.

But I don’t want to use the hot air magic because it’s a little tricky… If I fail, I’ll burn my hair.

“I’m going to go change my clothes. Tell you friends, next time; it will really burn.”

I wonder what I will burn. I haven’t decided that.

Hayato was burning the back of Julius’s hair, but at least I don’t want to burn a girl’s hair.


While I was trying to decide, I arrived at the servants’ quarters, closed the door tightly, and took out my change of clothes from the closet.

It was a good idea to write the shadow pocket formula before I went to this work. And because I cannot leave it in the locker, I wrote it on the inside of my petticoat.

I was worried about whether the material would be able to withstand the process, but since it was made from silk, it was holding it just fine.

I had been aware of this for a while, but it seems that there is a certain amount of commonality between things that people find luxurious and things that can easily hold magic power.

As I unbuttoned my apron and buttons on my chest, I reached my navel and removed it from my shoulders skin; suddenly, there was a loud sound, and the door opened.

The person who saw me and froze with his hand on the doorknob was a chimney sweep which definitely didn’t belong to a certain black organization.

He froze, and I froze as well.

After a few seconds of mutual silence, the door slammed shut without him coming into the room.

TL Note

Why don’t you look for green dino while you at it? And the raccoon suit too? Let’s not forget the star as well.


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