Chapter 4

"......Miss Sisilia, this stew is absolutely delicious! The salad seems to have a different dressing than usual, but the pepper really brings out the flavor and makes me even hungrier!"

"Miss Sisilia, I didn't know you were such a skilled cook after all these years of service."

Since her position had changed and eating alone was lonely, Sisilia, Eliza, Bob, and the butler Jones all ate dinner at the same table.

"Really? I'm so glad, thank you!"

Well, my efforts in my past life weren't in vain.

I clenched my fists tightly in my heart.

"But I've never seen you cook before, and I don't think you've ever been in the kitchen since I started working here, right?"

Bob, who was dipping a torn piece of bread into the stew, tilted his head.

"......Well, I don't think you'll believe me, but......"

I explained to everyone that perhaps my parents in heaven couldn't bear to see my future, and the memories of my past life had resurfaced. In that past life, I was married and could do things like cooking, cleaning, and laundry.

Actually, I thought about trying to hide it or make excuses, but since I was a noble lady, my lifestyle was well-known, and there was no environment to hide in.

I also considered making up a story like "I was told by God to live for cooking," but if I said that, they might think I had suffered a series of mental shocks and would definitely call a doctor, so I decided to explain honestly, even if they didn't believe me.

"I see, so that's how it is."

Jones nodded while munching on the salad. Eliza and Bob looked a bit surprised, but there was no sign of doubt.

"......Um, what? You believe me?"

"Miss Sisilia has never lied to us, and there's no reason for her to do so."

"That's true.

Even when you tore your skirt while playing or knocked over and broke a vase that Lady liked, you could have pretended you didn't do it, but you cried and bowed deeply, saying, 'I did it, I really did, I'm so sorry.'"

"Well, even if you tried to lie, your behavior would become strange. When you snuck a snack, your eyes would dart around like a criminal. Even though I pretended not to notice, you eventually came to apologize."

"You can't act, Miss Sisilia. So when you try to lie, it's immediately obvious."

Whether it was praise or criticism, it was quite a statement, but I was happy they believed me without doubt.

"......The reason you believe me is a bit complicated, but thank you, I'm glad.

Well, because of that, I can do the kind of work Eliza did, and I think I can do a maid's job."

"–That's a good point, but there might not be many places that would hire Miss Sisilia.

Just being a former noble gives the impression of being arrogant and having high pride, and many noble women who have become commoners really can't do anything.

Many people would think you're difficult to handle and hard to employ."

"That's true... I guess that's normal..."

If I had no memories from my past life, I would have been a child who couldn't do anything, not just arrogant. Experience really does matter in cooking and cleaning.

Jones, looking apologetic, pressed on.

"But, please don't apply for maid positions that say 'no experience necessary, we'll teach you from scratch.'"

"Why not?"

"Nine times out of ten, they're looking for a potential mistress. Former nobles know etiquette and can be a source of pride.

Miss Sisilia is cute, so you'd be in high demand."

......Oh.

Take it at face value, huh.

"Thank you, Jones, I'll keep that in mind.

......But I have a letter of recommendation from Uncle Roots, so I don't think he'd introduce me to a terrible place......"

I would definitely refuse being a mistress, but I can't survive without a job.

I have a few pieces of jewelry and rings that might be worth some money, but they were gifts from Father and Mother and are now keepsakes. I need to keep them safe until I really need them.

"Well, fortunately, I'm healthy, so I can handle a bit of a tough work environment. I'll be fine, I'll be fine."

"......Miss Sisilia, you're just as carefree as Lady. Is that alright? If you have any problems, whether it's about work or anything else, please feel free to consult us.

Here's my address as well.

Please carry it as a charm."

Eliza handed me a small cloth bag containing a piece of paper. It looked homemade, with my full name embroidered on the outside.

I'm like a child. This is like a lost child tag, but my staff are overprotective. Eliza, who is only 25, seems to think of me like a daughter. I gratefully accepted it.

"Thank you, Eliza."

"And from me, here's this.

I've written a general commoner's manual, including how to buy daily necessities and ingredients, how to cut vegetables, and a list of trustworthy doctors."

So I'm a child again.

But it will be helpful.

"I'll teach you all of Miss Sisilia's favorite recipes until you find a job, so please learn them. We don't have much time, so I'll be strict."

This is the Spartan method.

But I'll do it.

When my shop opens, I'll make them the star dishes. Remember that.

But first, I need to register at the employment agency tomorrow.

Please support me from heaven, Father, Mother, and everyone from my past life!

My breathing was heavy.