Masters, Are You Going To Imprison My Sister?

MYGIP Chapter 2

“Lala, I don’t think that’s possible. They give us a lot of money, and the welfare is good… When will we ever find a job like this again? Aunt Emily worked hard for us. Even if you don’t like it, can’t you just hold on?”

Aunt Emily was the one who took care of us when we were going through a hard time after losing our parents.

She was a fallen aristocrat and a maid who held a high position in the ducal mansion.

When the ducal family needed to hire a few maids, she quickly recommended us. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t have been able to even set foot in this mansion.

“I know, Sister!”

I whispered softly under the blanket.

I know how difficult it is to become a maid of the Duke family, and how good the salary is.

However, if you knew a terrible future lurks there, wouldn’t it be natural to talk about job turnover?

Sigh, Sister doesn’t know anything.

I want to talk about the novel I read, but… She might think that I’ve gone crazy. Pointing out that something’s gone wrong with my head and take me to the infirmary.

Hah… Only those who know the truth suffer!

I kicked the blanket with my feet. My sister, who was wearing her pajamas, looked back at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s the matter?”

“…Nothing. Change your clothes.”

“You should get up soon. It’s time to work.”

“Okay… Okay… I’m so bored to death.”

All of the employees share double rooms with exception to those with high positions such as butlers and head maids. Maybe it was because we are sisters or because we joined the ducal Mansion at the same time, they let us share the same room.

I got up from the bed and went to the closet. The maid uniform is a one-piece, so you just need to put your body in and zip up. It’s really comfortable.

I put on the apron and stood triumphantly. My sister looked down at my face and pinched my nose.

“Ack! What’s the matter?!”

“I’m just upset.”

“…?”

“Our Lala’s cute face was hurt.”

“…Hmm, well, that’s kind of sad.”

Employees’ mornings start very early. I have to get up at 6 am, wash my face, brush my teeth, change clothes and go out.

Before I eat breakfast and start my day of work, we all gather at the front door as a group and say, “Loyalty to the Duke today!” for motivation.

I’m sick and tired of it.

After I swore my oath of allegiance, I went to the kitchen. I even waved my hand when I saw an acquaintance or a familiar face.

My sister and I were swept away by the waves of employees. I look around.

There was a girl looking at me with terrifying eyes: Lemon and her friends.

“Bring it.”

And guess what I did. I pointed at my eyes and then at them with my index and middle fingers. Seeing that, Lemon’s face became horribly distorted.

Their faces were quite the show. So why did you curse and talk bad about others in the first place?

At that moment, my sister caught up with me and nagged at my ear.

Alright. Honestly, I admit that the duke provides good welfare. They give me more money on my birthday, let me rest for a few days if anything happens, and in addition, the food that is served for maids is very good.

I hummed as I ate a sandwich filled with meat and a side of corn soup. When my sister saw me in a good mood, smiled and asked, “Is it good?”, I suddenly lost my appetite.

This was not the time to be eating. I need to find a new job as soon as possible so that my sister and I can get out of here and live happily.

How unfair and cruel would the world be if my foolishly kind and innocent older sister became unhappy?

After eating, I swept the hallway with a broom. According to the original novel, my sister was responsible for cleaning Osses’ room, who was the eldest son of the Duke, and also the guest rooms. I was responsible for cleaning the hallway leading to the garden and the room of Isley, the second young master.

I swept the hallways while I recalled the contents of the novel. Isley’s room had to be cleaned at least three times a day: mainly in the morning, noon, and evening. If his room was dirty in the slightest, Isley would call his personal servant to come and clean again. 

It was now around eight or nine in the morning, which meant it was time for the young master to come down to the dining room. It also meant that it was time for me to clean his room. 

I went up to the second floor and knocked on Isley’s door a couple of times. Once it was clear that no one was in the room, I opened the door and looked around. I straightened out the blankets, collected the pillows and organized them neatly.

Lastly, I picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and laid them out on the bed.

You bastard Isley. You just take your clothes off every day, don’t you? Maybe he’s acting like this because I’m in charge of cleaning the room, all to bother me!

Why is it that I am reminded of a husband – in the world before I reincarnated – who flips his socks inside out when taking them off?

Urgh, this is annoying. I hate cleaning. Why do I have to be the one to clean his room?

This man was the bastard of a dog who killed me in the original story because he was disturbed that I got in the way when they imprisoned my sister. Of course, all three of them played a role in killing me, but it was him who made the final blow.

Even in RPG games, people who make the final blow often gain most of the experience points. It’s this guy who got those points from killing me. You punk!

I should take out the hanger and hang the clothes. I grumbled and approached the closet. Just then, something burst out of the closet door!

“Ack!”

I fell backwards onto my butt.

Wow, my heart almost jumped out.

I groaned and lifted my head to see a suffocatingly handsome face. Beautifully burnt skin, red eyes, curly black hair, and distinct facial features that make you wonder if it’s really human… It was Isley Emers.

Don’t fall for it, Layla. Don’t even think he’s handsome!

“Haha! Are you surprised?”

“Y-Yes…A bit much…”

Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in the dining room now?

“Didn’t you go down to eat?”

“I was waiting to surprise you.”

You truly are a sincere bastard.

I smiled awkwardly and got up.

Isley liked to joke around. He gave me a cup of coffee with soy sauce once, scared me every chance he got, and even threw something like a fake snake toy at me.

I still haven’t forgotten that he gave me a cookie stuffed with capsaicin. I suffered because of him for a whole month and even had nightmares. This must be why the maid who used to work for him quit. Isley pouted and looked at my face. What- why are you looking at me like that?

“Come on! What’s with that reaction? You’re no fun.”

“Is that so…? Haha…”

“I mean, you live for fun.”

Please? What exactly are you trying to do? I turned away from that face.

Originally, I would have screamed and gotten angry.

‘Young master, you’re so mean!’

But now I can’t. If you were me, would you be able to speak, let alone get angry at a person who’s going to kill you?

I pulled out a hanger from the closet and started hanging the clothes.

I wondered why my cheeks felt tingly, but it turns out it was because Isley was still looking at me. He poked my left cheek with his long finger.

“Did you get hurt? Your already-ugly face has become even uglier.”

“Ack.”

I got injured from my fight with a bunch of lemons last night. I was punched in the cheek with a fist. I was hit on my lower cheek, so my lip also got split. My sister had gotten a band aid from the infirmary and put it on the injured area.

Heh, it’s okay because I hit them more than I got hit! After all, I’m not called ‘oatmeal street fire fist’ for nothing.

Anyway, who is he calling ugly?

Both subjectively and objectively, I had an ordinarily cute face.

Rounded up, curly light brown hair and dark brown eyes, sun-kissed skin, red cheeks from natural flush, and a protruding tooth on the right side of the mouth.

It’s not a combination suitable for beauty, but it’s pretty cute.

Isley made a curious face.

“What were you doing?”

“Just a little…”

“Just a little?”

Since when did you start asking me questions out of worry? Are you thinking of earning some plus points from my Sister by acting worried for me? He wasn’t the type of person who lived by reading other people’s mood though…

Ah, forget it! There’s nothing good about getting involved with him, so let’s make a run for it.

I quickly hung up the clothes and took my leave. When I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to get out of the room as if I was on the run, the door suddenly closed shut.

Huh?

I blinked a couple of times and looked up. Isley’s hand had closed the door.

He looked down at me expressionlessly. He was always smiling, so I wasn’t used to that kind of face.

Dude, are you getting mad at me for shrugging off your question? Out of the blue?

Without realizing it, my body shrunk. But soon a smirk appeared on his annoyingly handsome face. I let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that.

“I asked, why are you hurt?”

How do you even say that you were injured in a 3 versus 1 fight?

“I just fell.”

“Lies.”

He reached out and ran his finger across my forehead.

For a moment, my heart pounded at his action, but a sudden bad premonition ran through my head.

I rushed to the mirror. A black line was drawn on my forehead. It looked as if it was painted with charcoal.

I wiped my forehead with my sleeve.

No way. It wasn’t coming off easily. That’s why he stopped me from leaving! That damn bastard!

Looking back, I could see the corners of Isley’s mouth had risen. I really wanted to stab him in many ways. Well, of course, it will be me who’ll get stabbed later on.

When I recalled the image of him thrusting a sword into my heart in the original novel, I trembled.

“Haha… Dummy!”

Isley walked out the door. Perhaps he’s going to the dining room.

I bowed to his back and raised my head when the door was completely shut. And then, I flipped up my middle finger at the closed door.

I hope you fall down on your way and break your nose.

Ahem, let’s go meet up with Sister now. I need to keep the young masters from doing anything stupid to her.

I don’t know how far I’ve progressed in the past month… The moment I see any signs of love from them, I’ll definitely blow them cool..

I left the room and walked down the hallway. I looked around but I couldn’t find my sister.

Just where was she cleaning?

I saw another maid cleaning a vase.

The freckles stamped on the bridge of her nose were impressive. What was her name…Handel?

“Hey, have you seen my sister Yuria?”

“Yuria? She was cleaning the room over there.”

“Thank you!”

She’s cleaning the room at the end of the hallway, right?

I opened the door to the room and entered.

My sister was tying up the curtains that had been unrolled. She felt my presence and looked back at me.

“Lala.”

A bright smile appeared on her pretty face. How can a person look like that? As her red lips drew a curve, I smiled along with it.

My sister is so pretty. The problem is that her beauty attracts all the wrong kinds of mutt.

“What’s up?”

“I came to see you!”

“You cutie.”

Yes, I am your cute sister. My sister pinched my cheeks and stretched them.

“But I think you got something black on your forehead…”

“Ah, this… It’s nothing. I’ll clean it later.”

“Come here, this older sister will clean it for you.”

“No, no, it’s okay!”

Even though I said it was okay, my sister wet her sleeve with water and wiped my forehead. I became sad when Sister’s sleeves became dyed black. When I raised an arm to help her, she held me back. Then, the door suddenly opened once more. I looked back in surprise. A soft brown hair rustled softly.

His blood-red eyes were finely curved, indicating that he was the future Duke of Emers. The wrinkle-free, crisply ironed suit showed that he was a perfectionist.

It was Osses, whom I pushed as a candidate for my sister’s groom. He also took part in my demise.

-To be continued