Pseudo-Villaines

How Much is Human Life worth?

"Hey Charlotte, you know, I just got home from the Orleans empire! They are a large kingdom with more inhabitants than the kingdom of Dublin! Their capital is also so vast that you need three days to surround it!"

As their tea ceremony unfolded, Jean stood beside Charlotte with her eyes closed and her posture upright. Well, this is her duty as Charlotte's servant.

He also plays a tea potter. So whenever Charlotte enthusiastically hears Natasha's story and the tea in her second cup runs out, Jean will cash it back.

"By the way, Charlotte, where did you get a handsome waitress like her. Ahhh, I envy you!"

Fun to be praised by a beautiful girl with a beautiful charm. But Jean will pretend not to hear it!

"Ahhh.that's actually coincidence. My mother and I met him while we were surrounded by people. Then he came to us and saved us from them. To be honest, I was scared at the time. But once remembered again, Jean looked cool at the time. Hehe."

Jean was being shut down but she knew the expression on Charlotte's face. I don't know what kind of delusions are in her nona head. Suddenly Jean felt creepy.

"Then, Jean, why are you working as Charlotte's personal servant? All I know is, Uncle Hull was very selective in choosing maids for Charlotte?"

Jean opened her eyes. It's her turn to talk, yeah.

"After helping Miss Charlotte and Aunt Cassie, I went with them to Uncle Hull's house. I've met Uncle Hull before. Therefore, I offer the ability that I have in order to work at Uncle Hull's company. Thanks to Uncle Hull's kindness, I was able to work as Miss Charlotte's servant."

Hehhhhhhhhh....Natasha's elbow rests on the table and she resuscitates her cheek into her own fist. He seems interested in Jean's story.

"It looks like you've got a lot of interesting stuff, Jean. Now, I want to know what abilities do you have?"

This lady....Jean and Natasha looked at each other. Their eyes were sharp as if judging each other. Charlotte felt the atmosphere begin to tighten.

"Not so much. But at least I am quite good at fighting. I also mastered arithmetic, reading, and writing. Of course, housework and domestic affairs are one of my skills."

Although the answer Jean gave was polite, there was a tinge of competition in it. It seems Natasha became upset because of the answer Jean gave.

"Ara, just that?"

'Is this kid bragging!?'

Natasha's forehead and mouth twitched. He felt that he was competing with Jean. He was provoked to test the truth of this child's words. But before that, he felt a piercing chill from Charlotte.

"okay Natasha. I know you're very happy to study. Jean seems to be like that too. But we're having tea, right? So do you want to save the matter for later?"

Natasha nodded stiffly as if her neck was a reot wood.

The tea show went well again. But soon it was confused with the commotion that occurred the first floor hall.

"Hmmm? Why is it suddenly so noisy there, Natasha."

Natasha casually sipped her tea. But his eyebrows are cringing.

"They have a strange habit. To be honest though he said it was a natural thing, but I hated something like that. By the way, my older brother and your older brother were there too."

Jean just remembered that Charlotte had an older brother. His name is Samuel. He was the first child of Uncle Hull and Aunt Cassie. There was nothing conspicuous of him except his poor nature. Jean remembers slamming the guy for almost slapping Charlotte.

"I don't advise you to look at that, but you look curious. All right, come with me down."

Natasha leads them to the source of the uproar. The atmosphere was very unpleasant when they got there. Everyone who attended the party downstairs was in the backyard laughing and praising the host.

Upon seeing what really happened, Jean feels Charlotte's anger almost explodes if not held back by Natasha. Actually Natasha is also very angry but she has better self-control.

What they saw was that about 50 people, who seemed to be commoners, were in the style of cattle and nobles threw bread and other food at them. Those people were fighting like starving dogs.

How does Jean feel? She's upset. He's wrathful. And he wanted to kill all these nobles. But he didn't do that. Not because he was afraid. But letting them die just like that after toying with someone else's life is not interesting, right?

Hahh.... In fact, what is the true value of human life?