MPBAGS Chapter 7

Count Rohanson went down to his estate.

Actually, it was closer to running away. He left so hastily that he seemed to have fled in the middle of the night with just a few clothes packed.

While he was in the mansion, he was terrified, saying that 'eyes' kept watching him. It wasn't just the Count, but also a maid named Daisy. That maid wouldn't even try to open her eyes.

When asked if she wanted a letter of recommendation to another family, the maid shook her head and said she absolutely wanted to go to a convent.

Her posture with her eyes closed and hands clasped together looked exactly like someone deep in prayer. Since she wouldn't be able to see the eyes once she escaped the mansion, she would probably manage just fine psychologically at the convent.

With the Count away, the mansion's duties fell to the butler. The Count would handle family-related business well enough from his estate, so there was exactly one thing the butler needed to take responsibility for: Lady Evangeline.

The elderly butler looked at the weeping cherry tree outside the window. The snow-white lady was taking a walk in the garden, and a cat followed behind her. That must be the cat she said she wanted to raise. At a glance, it seemed like a peaceful scene.

Red handprints remained on the butler's shoulders. Was the cat that lady was raising really an ordinary animal?

His vision swayed. The mansion he had lived in his entire life felt like the inside of a monster's belly.

He drew the curtains and sat down. A maid sitting across from him was drinking tea. The hand holding the cup trembled, but she seemed better off than Daisy.

"I can hear cat sounds."

Hanna was the girl who became Evangeline's next attendant after Daisy. Since what happened to Daisy, no one wanted to serve the lady, so they raised the wages.

Hanna, who was in urgent need of money, took the position. But it seemed Hanna would also find it difficult to continue the job. The butler looked at the girl sitting in front of him with pity.

A perfectly normal girl had gone mad in just one day and returned, so it would be even harder to find maids now.

The butler opened his mouth to say something, but Hanna could only hear meowing instead of human voices. Hanna couldn't hear what the butler was saying, but she opened her mouth, hoping to give him the answer he wanted.

"I asked the lady if she had a cat. I answered that they were all dead, but I definitely killed them all, so why can I hear sounds?"

Hanna had once cleaned up the corpses when they killed cats in the Count's house.

It was creepy, but she volunteered because they paid extra. Several sacks of dead cats that had been lured by food came out. They were all dead, soundless cats. Now they were crying belatedly.

The butler couldn't hear cat sounds.

The butler, who was adding content to report to the Count, asked Hanna if she wanted him to write her a letter of recommendation. It was a grateful offer, but Hanna could still only hear cats crying.

The butler wrote on paper and held it out. Hanna shook her head.

Right now, here in this place where inexplicable things were happening, it was acceptable to say she heard cat sounds, but if she transferred to another household, she would certainly be treated as mentally ill and dismissed.

"I'll keep working. I can't hear, but I'll be okay if I read lip movements."

Hanna had a younger sister. For her sick sister's sake, she needed to continue working.