Chapter 7

Feeling anxious, the two people are repeating incomprehensible words.

Their words are unbelievable for a family, but thanks to the memories of my previous life, my mental state is good.

I have never thought of these people as my parents.

In my memory, my foster parents are my grandparents.

However, it is a fact that I have been taken care of in this viscount's mansion for sixteen years, even though it was unpaid work.

Let me say it again. I have been working for free all this time.

Margaret bowed her head to thank them, trying to move her lips that resisted saying the words she wanted to say.

"Thank you for everything. I have been well taken care of. Goodbye."

Determined to at least say goodbye, Margaret squeezed out the words. The words her parents then said were completely unexpected.

"It's time to repay the favor we've done for you. Remember that well!"

"If the Margrave Ganongruf says anything, tell him it's all your fault for not being able to use magic! Got it!?"

"Make sure you don't cause us any trouble!"

"Consider us as if we have cut all ties!"

"…………"

It's a mess.

But Margaret knew that arguing would be futile, so she remained silent.

Margaret got into the carriage that had come to pick her up, feeling frustrated.

Even though the door was closed, her irritation didn't fade, and her rapid, poor man's shaking didn't stop.

The sky was clear, as if mocking her.

(Sigh... I feel terrible.)

Margaret has a certain level of knowledge and could have escaped from the Nefashial Viscount's mansion at any time.

Why didn't she get hired as a servant in another household?

It was because she needed the permission of the Nefashial Viscount, who had custody of her, and she was busy researching ingredients.

She bought her favorite ingredients and experimented with cooking methods.

She conducted experiments to create seasonings while searching for flavors similar to Japanese cuisine.

The only recipe book and notebook she had extorted from the Nefashial Viscount were now filled with tightly written text.

Although she didn't receive a salary, Margaret was free to purchase ingredients, making it the only place where she had complete authority.

That alone was enough reason for her to stay here.

In return, the Nefashial Viscount family would be in a bind without Margaret.

Margaret had been making the meals quite frugally.

She was inwardly spewing venom, hoping that the household would suffer without her, and that the housework would fall apart.

They would have to hire a cook immediately, and from the looks of it, Ray would probably leave the mansion as well.

If that happened, the situation would be the worst.

Who would do the cleaning, laundry, and cooking?

(Ahaha, serve them right!)

Margaret had no intention of meekly marrying and rotting away.

Moreover, she had an idea after hearing that she could use decay magic.

(I might as well give it a try, even if it's a long shot!)

If the environment is good, she is prepared to sell herself.

She might not make a good noble wife, but she can work as a servant, and Margaret wants to meet the Margrave Ganongruf to achieve her dreams.

He might be as terrifying as the rumors suggest, but she won't know until she meets him.

It's worth taking a chance on the possibilities.

(I could work at the Margrave Ganongruf's mansion, save money, and open a set meal restaurant again. Or I could work under a chef.)

The younger brother of the king must live in a grand mansion.

It seems that she didn't need money or a dress to marry into the Margrave Ganongruf's household, and since she was unfamiliar with the rules of the nobility, she thought it made sense.