CHAPTER 1

My life as an ordinary office worker suddenly changed.

It started about three weeks ago. I was suddenly hit by a truck on the way home from work. And when I opened my eyes, I became a noble.

I realized it when the maids called me "Lady Riddel".

This was when I realized I was in someone else's body right now. However, the problem was that the name "Riddel Spencer", no matter how I thought about it, seemed quite familiar to me.

Weirdly enough, nothing came to mind.

I tried to adapt myself to this body and find a way to go back, after all, knowing yourself and your enemy was the best way to go about it.

As time passed, I found my first problem in this life.

It was about the maids' attitude. They seemed to have terrible manners towards me, it even made me think that I wasn't a real aristocrat for a moment.

Fortunately, I was a true and bonafide aristocrat. However, this didn't explain why the maids' attitude were terrible towards me.

They wouldn't bring the meal on time, which was one of the basic things they had to do. And as I've noticed, my meals were slowly getting worse.

I let this matter pass for a while. This was since I didn't really have time to worry about stuff like these, I was too busy adjusting to my new body. I didn't really think that I would've left it like that.

However, sooner or later, they actually brought me rotten food!

'How do I change this?'

As I thought about this, a maid abruptly opened the door without knocking first.

"Miss, your meal is ready."

As usual, the maid placed it on my table without a tiny bit of care. The soup even spilled a bit due to the excessive force she applied while putting it down.

The meal that was served on the table was hard bread which wasn't fit for consumption and cold soup. The meal today seemed even worse than yesterday's.

'I think it's spoiled food…'

The moment I stared at the maid's face, I noticed something different. It seemed like her appearance was better, maybe it was because she spent my food's allowance for it.

'This maid… What was her name again?' A vain smile appeared on my face.

"Wendy, I can't eat this. Please send it back."

The maid, Wendy, looked quite shocked upon hearing what I said, she was speechless for a moment. And then, she brazenly answered back, "Miss, you have to eat your meal."

This was the exact answer I expected.

"I see." The smile on my face didn't budge even a tiny bit..

"Yes, Miss. Don't complain and…"

"Then, you eat it."

"Exc–?"

"You can eat it first."

Wendy flinched back when the smile disappeared from my face. She looked quite flustered.

"Miss, what do you mean…"

"Stop talking! Do you want me to feed you? I'll repeat my words, you can either eat this… or bring the ledger to me."

I was actually quite curious about how much the maid had taken from my food allowance.

When the maid heard this, color visibly drained from her face.

'A mere maid had the nerve to take away a noble's money?'

I ordered her because I didn't think this was something I could just let go, she even answered just like how I predicted her to.

'All right. I got her now.' I smiled at her.

"Choose."

"I'm sorry, miss…"

"No, I don't need an apology. Decide between the two choices."

"Miss…"

"You can either eat this or bring the ledger."

With that said, Wendy reluctantly picked up the spoon, hesitation filled her face.

'You must've taken a lot of money'

Wendy's face turned pale as the food entered her mouth. As expected, it really was rotten food. The maid glanced at me, it seemed she was waiting for me to order her to stop eating.

She really did act as I predicted.

"You need to eat everything if you don't want to bring in the ledger. Do you understand?"

"I.. I was wrong, miss."

Wendy cried and begged, however, I simply stayed still until she finished eating.

'This is why you should have done a good job while I was still amicable.'

******

A week passed since the incident.

Only

Ever since that day, a rumor began to circulate around me. This seemed to be the reason why no maids have been rude to me lately.

On the contrary, they even started treating me nicely. They even started to bring me proper meals and clean my room. This was the perfect situation.

I didn't fire the previous maid. For someone like me, who hadn't figured out exactly what this world was, it was more beneficial that there was a reminder for the others to stay in their right places.

As I sat in the rocking chair on a lovely afternoon, the warm sun poured down from the window.

'The weather's nice. I want to go outside.'

"Can you prepare for me to go out?" I asked Wendy who was beside me.

However, after hearing what I said, Wendy's face darkened. She began to glance and read my face.

"Miss, I don't think you can go out."