I Was Reborn as the Female Antagonist's Servant Chapter 20 – The Displayed Painting

This ti, I won’t forget what the Duke said.

Before I left the room, the Duke said sothing to . He said, "When you have so free ti later, keep company for a ga of chess, Kid Touji."

That was the ssage I would always rember before replying with a nod.

And now, I was outside the room—currently walking down the long corridor. The Duke’s room that I left behind was already shrinking in the distance. The Head Butler and I had been walking for so ti, heading toward "My Lady’s" room, which was in the opposite direction from where I had t "Big Brother Fukuro."

The servants around us watched us walk by. They stopped for a mont. The cheeks of a female servant carrying a stack of folded clothes slowly turned red as she whispered to her friend beside her. And the expression on the male servants’ faces was slightly different, appearing to frown with their eyes staring sharply at .

I also heard so of their whispers. One side was saying,

"Wow, that kid is so handso."

"I wonder if he’d be interested in soone older?"

"I want a partner as handso as him."

And there was another side that sounded like they were gossiping about ,

"It’s just genetics."

"Tch, he’s so lucky. I wish he was born ugly like us."

"Yeah, that’s right."

A thin smile took over the corner of my lips, then I combed my hair back with my right hand.

Well... it’s tough being a handso man.

In the midst of my surging confidence, sothing stuck to the wall stopped it.

A "Painting Fra."

I slowly slowed my pace, before finally stopping. My gaze locked for a long ti on the large fra on my left Inside was a painting of a woman sitting on a sofa—her long brown hair flowing behind her, the ends cut neatly and straight. Her face was not very clear, covered by the light of a lantern not far from her. But judging from the proportions of her face, she was clearly a beautiful woman.

I looked a little below it, and my eyes widened. The floral skirt noble dress she was wearing blended with the sofa and the wall behind her—half of it inside was white, and the other half outside was dark blue.

I was silent, my eyes locked on the fra before the Head Butler called from afar.

"Touji!"

I turned around, looking at the Head Butler and the displayed fra a few tis, before finally my steps moved again, a little fast to catch up with the Head Butler.

"Y-yes, Sir."

I chased after the Head Butler’s steps. From him who seed far away, he was already close beside . His face now seed indifferent as usual. Especially with the "Painting Fra" that I saw earlier. I let out a long sigh, my gaze fell to the red carpet below. My fingers clasped to my chin.

...Who is the person painted in that large fra? Seems like an important person.’ My gaze returned to the front. ’Was that... the Duke’s Mother?

"..."

I don’t know.

Her face was also not clearly visible. I couldn’t just speculate before hearing the information directly from him.

I smiled thinly. ...Actually, even if I wanted to ask, it seems impossible. Because he himself has to reveal it to —

"Hey, Touji."

A heavy voice erged from my left ear. I turned around, seeing the Head Butler who was still staring at the road. My eyes narrowed. Just now, it seed like he called —

"You." The Head Butler turned to . "Do you already know the na of our job?"

My eyes widened for a mont, before narrowing again. What is the na of my job now besides just Servant?

I let out a short sigh. "...No, Sir."

After he heard my short answer, he let out a short sigh before returning his gaze to the front. It was silent for a few monts, before his mouth opened again.

"...The na of our job is Personal Servant."

My eyes widened for a mont. Personal Servant? Wait.

My eyes narrowed again, this ti even deeper. "Isn’t that the sa—"

"No. Our job is not the sa as ordinary servants," he interrupted.

My eyes widened again. I didn’t know why the Head Butler said that. My gaze fell again. My fingers clasped below my chin.

...What’s the difference? It’s the sa as taking care of things.

The Head Butler glanced at from the corner of his eye. He sighed after seeing , before his gaze returned to the front.

"In short, a Personal Servant takes care of the master’s needs, while an Ordinary Servant is responsible for the cleanliness and operation of the ’Mansion’."

My eyes widened hearing what he said. My gaze slowly changed towards him who was talking while walking. All the information is clear, but there is still sothing that makes curious.

He looked at again. "Do you understand so far?"

I nodded, softly.

Before he had ti to return his gaze to the front, I imdiately asked a question.

"If that’s the case, which of the two has a higher social rank?"

His eyes widened for a mont hearing that, before finally he stared sharply at . I could only raise both of my shoulders, while looking at him from the corner of my eye.

The Head Butler let out a long sigh. "Touji. I remind you not to ask like this to other people again. Because they will definitely think that you are looking at sothing from its status, understand?"

I nodded. Understanding what he said.

He let out a short sigh when he saw , before his gaze returned to the front. "...If you ask which is higher, of course I will answer our job, Personal Servant. As for the reason, the sa as yesterday. More difficult. But it seems you won’t understand before experiencing it."

I unknowingly stared at him without blinking. A few monts after his explanation, I ca back to my senses, changing my gaze this ti to the front. Our steps continued to echo. The servants looked at as they had before. My eyes narrowed, seeing the gazes of the servants from various directions. The longer I feel it, the more uncomfortable I beco—

"It seems you’re popular."

Just like that, the Head Butler spoke. I stared at him for a mont before my gaze fell back down.

A thin smile appeared at the corner of my lips. "Well, that’s not sothing special—"

"No, Touji. In my opinion, it’s the sa as your ability to play chess. Both are sothing special and great," he interrupted.

I froze for a mont, before my gaze fell back down. "But—"

"Not all the things you say are special abilities co from things that have been appreciated by other people."

I turned to him.

"Indeed, you think that the ability you have is not sothing special." He looked at , staring deeply into my eyes. "But what about other people? Are your thoughts the sa as what they think?"

His gaze returned to the front. "In fact, maybe they are very envious of the ability you have now. And also, it seems you have already gotten what I just said."

My eyes widened. I looked around. Many people paid attention, both liking and envying . I began to understand what he was saying. My gaze returned to him.

"So, accept it. Accept that what you have is sothing special, without having to deny it. If you keep refusing it, believe , it will only push you into the abyss."

My eyes widened after hearing his words. My gaze fell down after a few monts. What he said made a lot of sense. My hands clenched tightly, before a few seconds later they went limp again.

Accept without denying, huh.

My gaze returned to the front, starting to feel confident. It turns out what I lack is a sense of acceptance. Accepting that my abilities now are sothing special that I have.

A few monts later, before I knew it "My lady’s" room was already in front. Why I could know, because there was only one room there—there was nothing else besides there. In the middle of our steps towards the two-leaf brown door in front, soone with black hair ran—Her short hair flowed behind her as she ran. The servants seed to keep their distance from that person when they wanted to pass them. The furrowed brows on their faces made the mood clear as that person passed—"Princess Reina."

Before I realized it, she had already opened the door, and closed it from the inside.

The Head Butler’s steps slowly stopped, making do the sa. We stood, facing the door in the distance. The Head Butler’s eyes narrowed—not hating.

"...It seems, we can’t et her now, Touji."

He slowly changed his gaze towards . "It seems, you yourself have to co to her room starting tomorrow—" one of his eyebrows rose, seeing unblinking. "Touji?"

My eyes locked for a mont seeing the door in front. My gaze looked around slowly, paying attention to the servants who were frowning. Why are they acting like that to My lady? Isn’t she also their superior?

From the servants who started gossiping softly, I didn’t hear, while staring at the brown door there—making realize. My eyes widened for a mont. The Head Butler who saw like that was only silent, leaving while telling to return to my room afterwards.

...Is the princess not appreciated by other people all this ti? Is my view wrong all this ti? But in the novel, doesn’t it say that she is an evil woman? I reproached.

For a few monts I was silent, a strange feeling surged in my heart.

Guilt? Pity? Or, a feeling of being deceived?

I didn’t understand.

I let out a long sigh. I clenched my hand, getting stronger over ti.

Screw what the novel tells. It doesn’t an the story inside is a hundred percent correct, right? What’s more, it’s from a different point of view from the person I serve. But if it’s the sa...

A small smirk appeared at the corner of my lips. "I just need to change the contents inside, right?" I muttered.

For so reason from this mont, I felt that in the future I would change the entire storyline that had been made. And because of that, I couldn’t wait for it.