Hmm…
In fact, there wasn't much to think about.
After spending all my free time at home in the past, my mind was already filled with endless Korean content.
Among them, the book “Safety Rules for Writing Horror Stories” seemed to suit their tastes.
I nodded to myself as I remembered the blood and corpses vividly depicted in historical biographies.
“I think I can make an interesting story,” I said.
“My God, you seem to have literary talent too,” Lord Browne exclaimed in admiration.
I felt a little embarrassed by his compliment, so I shook my head, aware of the redness of my cheeks.
Although the most important part of the story has been settled, there are still many issues to be addressed.
“By the way,” I asked, “who directed or illustrated Blair’s autobiography?”
“He was my apprentice…” Lord Robid replied, although his tone indicated some hesitation.
“No problem at all. In fact, I think it's better to leave the guidance to them in the future,” I replied.
One of the things I noticed while watching “Biography of Blair” is the stark contrast between the boring content and the outstanding direction in every scene.
Although the combination of weak content and excellent direction did not create a good synergy, it made me see potential in the work.
"truly?" Lord Robid asked, a look of disbelief on his face.
He continued, “She has been studying under my supervision for 18 years, but her skills have not improved much.”
“Hmm…” I murmured.
But the trend I saw was not an illusion.
How many people can describe a scene in which wings sprout from their armpits without it sounding ridiculous?
Lord Robid lowered his voice and said, “Indeed, he is no more than drawing simple drawings.”
“Oh, if that's the case, I'm not worried,” she interrupted.
I could realize that without having to hear the rest. It was like he was being given directions just because he was trying to draw but lacked the skill.
"I really want to ask them to direct. I can only ask skilled people to handle the artwork," she added.
It wasn't about wearing an ill-fitting coat; Every person has hidden talents.
Maybe I should make a good impression while I'm there.
After all, to prevent the production of a disastrous work like Blair's biography, it was necessary to interview everyone involved in the production at least once.
“Since it's almost lunch time, I think it would be nice to have a meal together,” she suggested.
“Okay,” Lord Robid agreed.
I went back to my room and started organizing the story.
The title is identified as “Safety Rules for Writing Horror Stories.”
I was hoping that the unique “Korean Fantasy Romance” title would work in this world as well.
How much time has passed?
When it was time for lunch, a person arrived who completely contradicted my expectations.
“Hello, miss!”
I assumed it would be Liam, the painter, or perhaps Knight.
But there she stood, her bright, curly red hair tied high and dressed as a maid, a young woman beaming with a broad smile.
She asked: “…Who are you?”
I'm Bonita, and I'll be your maid starting today! Don't hesitate to talk to me spontaneously. By the way, I only noticed it when I saw you up close, but your eyes are really beautiful. My eyes are a little slanted up, so people always think I'm angry! Hahaha!
What kind of extroverted, energetic person is this?
As I stood there, unable to process the torrent of words she was throwing at me, Bonita gave me an eager look, as if she was waiting for a reaction from me.
I felt exhausted, so I stuttered out a short answer.
“Nice to meet you...”
“How kind! I wanted to offer you a refreshing cup of tea, but lunch is almost here. I have already accompanied the painter to the garden, the weather is beautiful today!”
Without waiting for a response, Bonita turned and headed down the road.
As I absorbed all the information you bombarded me with, I couldn't help but ask.
“Did you say that you would start working as my maid starting today?”
“Yes, that's right! It was at the request of help! When I found out, all the other maids were very jealous. Marina's face was a little strange, you know. Oh, Marina...”
So, this young woman was my assigned maid.
This was a luxury I had not experienced at Salt Castle. Was this another part of the “reward” the Duke mentioned?
“I see. Well, I look forward to working with you. I'll speak a little more slowly. I feel shy in front of new people...”
"Sure, feel free to feel comfortable. My duty is to make you feel comfortable," Bonita said.
She was talkative. Her playful and talkative nature seemed to generate a wealth of information during our outing to the park.
Among other things, I learned that Bonita was the most experienced among the maids my age.
And that she was in competition with Marina, another maid.
It also seems that I was known among the other maids as the “suspicious young woman”...
After talking to you, I don't think you're suspicious at all. You are very kind and friendly. We have arrived! Have a seat, I'll bring lunch.
"…Thank you."
While I was trying to absorb all the information Bonita was providing, I became momentarily distracted. When I finally looked up, I saw a mature-looking woman sitting at the table in the middle of the garden.
She had been watching me since I entered, and hurriedly got up when our eyes met.
"Nice to meet you, miss. I'm Ashley, Lord Robid's apprentice," she introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you, Ashley.”
After a short greeting, we sat down, and lunch began to be served, which looked very delicious.
“You must have been surprised by this sudden encounter,” Ashley said.
“Oh, no.”
Despite saying that, it was clear that Ashley was feeling very uncomfortable. She kept adjusting her clothes and avoiding looking at the food.
Finally, after I had given up on eating comfortably, I put my spoon down and went straight to the point.
“The reason I met you, Ashley...”
“I know,” she interrupted, her voice suddenly trembling.
There was a hint of worry in her tone.
"What?"
“I was already informed that you wanted me to take over management. I understand that. I know that my skills are much lower compared to others...”
Ashley seemed to step back, her words laced with insecurity.
"I think you think I'll ruin everything if I touch him. Everyone thinks the same way, so it's not surprising," she continued, her words slipping into self-deprecation.
When I saw her falling deeper into this hole, I hurriedly denied it.
“No, that's not why I asked you for direction!”
I asked him: “So you pity me?”
"What?"
"You feel pity for me, the desperate trainee who never improves, who has always been made fun of by everyone... everyone makes fun of me. I heard that you have a good heart, so you must feel pity for me," she said as tears pooled in her eyes.
In an attempt to correct one misunderstanding, another emerged.
I quickly shook my head no. “No, that's not the case at all!”
"So, you just want to give me a role... to make up for it? Hmm... I understand now. If I touch the colors, the coloring process will be a disaster, and the painter will get angry and tear the precious paper..." she said, tears streaming down profusely.
“Wait, a minute!” I shouted.
“I should really stop drawing, shouldn't I? How can I be a painter with such bad taste? It's ridiculous!” She said as she broke down crying.
Staring at Ashley's crying face, I quickly pulled a tissue from my pocket and offered it to her.
It seems that both Lord Robid and Ashley have completely misunderstood my intentions.
What should I do? I chose my words carefully and began to speak slowly.
“Ashley, this is a misunderstanding.”
"Misunderstanding? What do you mean?" she asked in a trembling voice.
I replied, “I’m asking you sincerely because I believe in your talent.”
Ashley's face looked hesitant and unsure.
When I saw her doubt, I quickly confirmed it to her.
“I'm serious. I'm asking you because I admire your amazing directing skills.”
Her teary eyes slowly widened as she took in my words.