A maid approached Minimus Hart, eager to share a piece of news she had just received, all while fawning over her.
Minimus Hart was personally ironing Thomas Shannon’s clothes, sorting them piece by piece before placing them in the wardrobe.
Upon hearing this, a subtle smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Clearly, she enjoyed hearing that the maniac had been punished.
The twenty horsewhips from last time were still fresh in her memory.
If it weren’t for that maniac, why would the Young Master have punished her?
Minimus Hart asked, feigning casualness, "Oh? And how did the Young Master punish her?"
"The Young Master threw her into the swimming pool and released Harry’s little yellow chickens in there with her. The maniac was forced to scream and shout," the maid said, a hint of malicious glee in her voice.
The maniac was the Young Master’s first woman. In a way, that made her the common enemy of all the maids.
Although their duty and mission was to serve Thomas Shannon, none of them wanted to give up on such an incredibly handsome Young Master, only to commit themselves to a man not even a ten-thousandth as attractive.
Minimus Hart’s smile slightly wavered. That was it?
When had the Young Master’s punishments become so lenient?
Those twenty horsewhips she received had drawn blood with every lash.
Even now, the wounds on her back hadn’t fully scabbed over.
Every night, the pain made it difficult for her to sleep.
And the maniac’s punishment was just... playing in the swimming pool with a flock of little yellow chickens?
"Go and polish the Young Master’s shoes again." Minimus Hart dismissed the maid and went out onto the balcony’s terrace.
Seeing Sophie Sullivan in the swimming pool, screaming incessantly, her beautiful face pale with fright, a cold smirk bloomed on Minimus Hart’s lips.
Maniac... make an enemy of me, and you’ll come to a bad end.
Thomas Shannon had business to attend to, so he left the castle with Charlie River and the man in black.
He left without a word of instruction.
Sophie Sullivan was tormented in the swimming pool until evening. Her energy completely drained, she was finally fished out of the water by the man in black.
By then, she was drenched in the smell of the little yellow chickens, which thoroughly disgusted her.
Convinced she reeked of chicken droppings, she rushed into her bedroom, turned on the shower head, and began to scrub herself frantically.
She spent a full hour in the bath chamber before finally emerging.
She scrubbed every inch of her skin until it was spotless and the light scent of bathing lotion enveloped her; only then did she stop.
Towel in hand, she was drying her wet hair when the bedroom door was pushed open.
The maid leader, Minimus Hart, stood in the bedroom doorway, her expression cold as she stared at Sophie.
Sophie Sullivan sneered, averted her gaze, and continued to dry her hair, ignoring her.
"Who allowed you to set foot in the Young Master’s bedroom?" Minimus Hart demanded, her tone a mix of scolding and interrogation.
Sophie Sullivan chuckled. "Thomas Shannon, of course. Did you even need to ask?"
"I’ve received no such order from the Young Master. And don’t forget, your status is that of a servant."
Minimus Hart declared righteously, "The Young Master dislikes anyone entering his bedroom. Get out immediately! Or you will face the consequences."
"Dislikes it?" Sophie Sullivan’s lips curled into a sneer. "How would you know he dislikes it? In fact, he likes it very much..."
Her words were a clear provocation, striking a raw nerve with Minimus Hart.
"The Young Master himself said you are a servant. So, don’t blame me." Minimus Hart gave a slight, unruffled smile.
She took two steps back, and two maidens suddenly rushed in.
Seeing the aggressive maids, Sophie Sullivan looked at Minimus Hart with contempt. "So, you came prepared. I’d like to see what you think you can do to me."
"All servants inside the castle are under my command. Tell me, what do you think I can do to you?"