I Quit Being a Noble and Became a Commoner Chapter 7

I QUIT BEING A NOBLE AND BECA A COMMONER: 07

07: NORMAL NOBLE GIRL

I do things for myself. This was natural for , so I didn’t mind doing work that maids do.

But I didn’t want to take care of soone like maids did... I didn’t think I could work for nobles because I didn’t have a good impression of them. No matter how high the wages were. Well, if it was all business and only for a short amount of ti then I might be able to do it for money. Hmm.

On the contrary, I couldn’t image being thoroughly taken care of by soone as a noble lady... It’s impossible. Disgusting.

I didn’t have a problem living as a seamstress like my mother... Even if I was poor. As long as I could secure a place to live. I didn’t have enough savings for that.

Why do I have to think of the future now?

Well, before they reached adulthood, most people dream that they would be appointed in the Royal Castle as a Civil Official, where they would get a promotion, or they would dream of falling in love with a wonderful gentlen. Stories with plots like that were written for young adults.

Hmm.

I think I want a friend my age before any of that.

I’ve never experienced friendship, deception or had any rivals like those depicted in books...

The people around were like... Walls? Mountains?

Love? Now that I think about it, I liked the young man from the butcher, that I occasionally visited, who gave extra at. It was more like I was happy to be fed than first love. But he has already beco an uncle with a belly.

When I saw Ms. Dolcie in the estate corridors after a long ti she also recomnded a book to read. It was also aid at young adults.

The book was published a while ago, but I went to the library to borrow what my sisters have probably read and sohow managed to make ti to finish reading.

Those were my impressions from a while ago.

As I thought, I don’t have the sa feelings as a normal noble girl.

Did Ms. Dolcie want to learn the dreams of young people? I’ll just morise it for information.

My life didn’t change for the better, so the book beca good motivation.

One day, the head maid took notice of the maid clothes that I had embroidered.

To prevent my skills from rusting, I had embroidered the hem with a cloth of the sa colour, so it wouldn’t stand out. I entwined leaves and flowers together like an ivy plant.

“The hem would roll up and you could see my feet.” Was sothing I couldn’t say out loud. The head maid stared silently at the stitches and traced the embroidery with her fingers. The embroidery was small and it was stitched in navy blue, which was the sa colour as the cloth, so I thought it wouldn’t stand out. There wasn’t enough space so I also embroidered at the back of the hem, it seed that she noticed this as well.

“Did you stitch this embroidery?”

You saw it, didn’t you? You know I did, don’t you? I wanted to say but resisted and nodded instead.

From then on, I stitched more dresses with embroidery. If this was a job then I would receive money for it... I received the materials to stitch with, but of course I couldn’t refuse when Furore-sama or my sisters asked to stitch for them. It was a relief that they didn’t order to finish it faster.

Why did the head maid, who should be by Furore-sama’s side, encounter on this day? God only knows.

But I was able to work at the gardener’s work cabin, where I lived with my mother, using embroidering as a pretext. My mother had left plenty of embroidery designs there. Because we needed the flowers sketches to make new designs.

Dust had piled up in the cabin so I cleaned, then I boiled so water on a portable stove.

I picked so mint from the field that had been left to run wild and brewed so mint tea.

“Ah.”

My voice leaked out. It’s been awhile since I haven’t been under the gazes of others in the dayti on estate ground.

I moved my hand against the table and drew an embroidery design. I loitered around the estate a lot with sketching paper, so I could sneak out of the estate and go to town more often. My father also helped with my outings.

Even though I could go more often, at most it was once every ten days.

The number of shops selling handicraft items increased. I planned to buy plain handkerchiefs to stitch in my spare ti and then I’ll sell it at the western clothing store for inco.

I stare at the people on the streets and confird the current trends, the colours and patterns. Nobles loved fashionable things and the people on the streets mimicked them. I didn’t see any nobles on the streets so how do they know what nobles liked?

Even I love pretty and beautiful things, but I don’t think about wearing them myself.

They might have found out that I’ve been to town. But I didn’t feel guilty maybe because I could stitch embroidery that others can’t mimic, or because I could accurately do the work my father assigned or because I just didn’t care.

It turned out all right in the end.

Translator: Blushy

Editors: Readers