I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 207

Chapter 104.1

Meanwhile, in the heart of Blois Mansion, the kitchen, which supplied meals to everyone in the mansion without a break throughout the day, Agwen, along with the chef, was preparing snacks for Rowaine.

“Is the Madam still busy?”

The chef, who was steadily filling a tray with Rowaine’s favorite snacks, asked Agwen.

“Don’t even mention it. She even brings documents to the bedroom. It seems like she’s getting busier and busier.”

“It seems like people outside are saying bad things about the Madam.”

It seemed that even the chef, who was working tirelessly in the kitchen day and night, had heard unfavorable rumors about her. Even though he spoke as if he couldn’t understand, his expression was more concerned than accusatory.

“I’ve heard that the stray cat shapeshifters are nothing but sinful thieves, so why does the Madam invite such people to Blois?”

Agwen, who had developed friendly feelings towards the cat shapeshifters while following Rowaine, jumped up and refuted.

“Do you think they want to steal? If their true identity is revealed, they might be chased away or sold into slavery, and no matter where they try to work, there is no place that will accept them. They don’t know how to blend in with humans, so they pretend to be cats and steal food to survive.”

The chef chuckled as he pushed the plated tray over to Agwen.

“You’re becoming more and more like the Madam.”

“That’s a compliment, right? Madam is a kind person, after all.”

“She’s a kind person. Hurry and take it before the tea gets cold. And this.”

Then, as the chef personally placed the few remaining cookies wrapped in a handkerchief into Agwen’s pocket, she smiled with delight and winked her eye.

However, at that moment, a maid slipped between the two friendly people.

“Oh my, there’s a stain on the teaspoon.”

Taking the teaspoon from the tray, she wiped it clean with a clean cloth and set it back down. At that, Agwen checked the maid’s face and then gently pushed her with her shoulder.

“What are you doing right now?”

The maid looked up with innocent eyes and hesitated.

“Well, I just… there was a stain—”

“This is my job, so don’t meddle in it.”

As Agwen glared at her disapprovingly, the maid lowered her head and stepped back in response. She then shook her head as she watched the maid retreat in that manner.

“The maids brought by Madam Elbas constantly interfere without understanding their place.”

The chef also cast a wary look at the retreating maid.

“Ugh, I’ve had them peeling potatoes all day for a day or two. I still can’t trust those people. I’m warning them, making sure they don’t even touch the food, and yet, they are out there every time I look away.”

At the Blois Mansion, there was a strange tension between the employees brought by Cayetana and the existing employees.

Since Cayetana had brought in so many employees, they were primarily assigned to do labor-intensive tasks in places like the laundry room. However, they couldn’t cram people into the laundry room to the point of it bursting at the seams. As a result, her employees were scattered in various places throughout the mansion, even in the kitchen.

The new employees had yet to cause any trouble. They were skilled workers to the point of being suspiciously competent, and they rarely made mistakes or stood out unless they unexpectedly intervened, like just now.

Agwen thought that they were shady. She couldn’t bring herself to trust them.

The next moment, she looked carefully at the teaspoon that the unfamiliar maid had fiddled with before sniffing it and returning it to its place. There didn’t seem to be any particular cause for suspicion.

‘Okay. They won’t be that reckless.’

It was when she was about to leave with the tray that Lena, Grand Madam Rosanne’s maid, who had been in the kitchen for some time, suddenly blocked her way.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?”

“Yes?”

Agwen stepped back with a slightly nervous expression.

If Cayetana employees were perceived as shady and bothersome, Grand Madam Rosanne’s people were somewhat difficult in their own way.

It was because most of them were older, and the Grand Madam’s fondness for them was evident. Furthermore, Grand Madam Rosanne’s people moved with perfect precision, almost like they were measured and maintained a strict decorum. This made them seem even more formidable.

Lena calmly asked Agwen.

“May I examine this teaspoon?”

She thought the teaspoon that had passed through many hands felt somehow unclean, so she readily agreed, thinking that she should use a new one.

“Yes, please go ahead.”

Lena carefully observed the teaspoon closely and then suddenly lifted it to her nose and sniffed it. After quietly sighing, she approached the maid who had touched the teaspoon earlier.

Agwen’s eyes widened at what happened the next moment.

“Kyaaak!”

It was because Lena violently grabbed the problematic maid and, without any explanation, rummaged through her apron pocket, taking out the cloth used to wipe the teaspoon. As she sniffed the cloth, she firmly gripped the maid’s hair without any noticeable change in her expression.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m sure you know full well what you’ve done, so don’t talk nonsense and follow me.”