Chapter 7
Roman, you petty bastard!
What’s he planning, throwing Yana out this fast?
I thought he meant to send her in autumn when the new saint candidates are chosen!
There was no time to waste on anger.
Rin stormed out of the villa where Yana lived and rushed straight to the main house where the Second Master and Second Wife resided. But all she got in return for her effort was a cold dismissal from the butler, who was inspecting a torn curtain.
“The Second Wife isn’t in residence, Young Lady Yana. Please come back another time.”
Before she could even ask when the Second Wife would return, the butler turned and left without another word.
That’s how they treat a noble lady of the house?
Even the staff treated her with contempt — which meant they had tacit permission from their masters.
So it wasn’t just the family. Everyone in this house looked down on Yana.
She had thought the Second Wife at least cared a bit for Yana, but maybe that had been wishful thinking.
“Apostles of the Divine Tusslena,” huh? More like “Shameless Scumbags of Tusslena.”
Fortunately, Olga, in a rare burst of usefulness, quickly found out where the Second Wife had gone.
“Young Lady! I asked the maids. The Second Wife will be away from the estate until the day after tomorrow!”
Two full days, not even half a day.
So… she failed to persuade Roman, didn’t she?
Not that Rin had put much faith in her to begin with.
Still, there was no time left.
“I’ll go see Roman myself.”
“Roman? I asked about him too. The Second Master’s been unwell since yesterday and is bedridden.”
So? He’s sick, and I’m about to be thrown to the wolves — back to that hellhole full of people who tormented Yana.
If she left now, Rin wouldn’t just lose her chance to find out why she woke up in Yana’s body. She’d never learn where Yana’s soul had gone.
And who knows when I’d ever return to Tusslena if I’m dragged away now?
With no options left, Rin stormed toward Roman’s residence, but he didn’t even open the door.
“Move. I must speak with the Second Master. Today.”
“Apologies, Young Lady Yana, but the Second Master instructed us not to admit you.”
As Rin tried to push past and open the door herself, the servants scrambled to stop her.
“P-Please, Young Lady! You can’t!”
“Uncle Roman! I have something to say — open the door! You’re really casting off your niece just because you’re feeling a little sick?!”
She shouted herself hoarse, but Roman never came out.
“Young Lady, please calm down!”
“Uncle! Open the door!!”
Yana’s weak body was no match for adult men. After being shoved back ten times or more, Rin, exhausted and trembling, finally collapsed to the floor.
“Tell the Second Master I’ll be waiting right here until he listens.”
And with that, she laid down right in front of the door.
The servants glanced at her like she’d lost her mind, carefully stepping around her long, chestnut hair to avoid stepping on it as they went about their tasks — all while muttering their displeasure.
“Was Lady Yana always like this?”
“She’s been strange since that near-death incident.”
“Spotted her running outside alone earlier. She’s so frail — what if she collapses again?”
“Hah… This’ll come back to bite us. She’s no help — nothing but trouble.”
Hearing their jeers, Rin recalled advice her master once gave her long ago.
“Never strike the weak.”
“What about the ones who piss me off?”
“The moment you pick up a sword, you’ll always be torn between your beastly instincts and your human reason. In short, you’ll always stand between the easy path and the hard one.”
“Sounds annoying.”
“Even so, Rin — you must always remain human before the weak. You must never become a beast to them.”
Rin had no intention of mocking her master’s ideals.
But that didn’t mean she’d just sit there and take insults from the staff. The real weak one here wasn’t the servants.
It was Yana.
So then… as long as she didn’t strike them, right, Master?
Alright, you little brats. Gather up.
“E-Excuse me, just a moment. Stop — all of you, halt.”
Ugh. That disgusting nausea again.
Reminded of her “I’m-sorry disease”, Rin kept her tone as gentle as possible and addressed the servants.
“You two, over there on the right — head to the stables and bring back a full basket of manure.”
“…What?”
The servants could only gape in dumb silence.
Of course, they never imagined Lady Yana Tusslena would ever dare issue orders like this.
Rin, not surprised in the slightest, decided to spell it out for their dim-witted faces.
“Why aren’t you moving? Don’t tell me you’re going to ignore me like Uncle Roman? Go on. Get outside and fetch that manure. Now.”
Startled by her cold glare, the servants scrambled down the stairs in a hurry.
According to Olga, the Head of House Tusslena would return by evening, and the Third Master had been away from the estate for some time.
Meaning…
Right now, Roman was the only adult in residence at Tusslena Manor.
Soon, the servants returned with a full basket of manure. Rin glanced into it and pointed toward the window.
“Scatter it outside.”
“…Pardon?”
Their stunned expressions made it clear — time for a demonstration. Rin calmly grabbed a shovel, scooped up some manure, and flung it into the flowerbed just outside the window.
“See? Like that. All of it. Clean it out to the bottom.”
The servants exchanged uneasy glances before hesitantly obeying. Whether they understood her intentions or not, they at least understood one thing: this was an order.
Once the basket was empty…
“The flowerbed’s filthy now, right?”
Rin smiled sweetly and pointed toward the stairs.
“Then go clean it.”
The servants froze, faces stiffening.
Can’t even keep a straight face in front of their employer? Pathetic.
“You’re telling us… after ordering us to spread manure, now we have to clean it up?”
“Yup.”
“If the Second Master hears of this, he won’t be pleased.”
Rin didn’t even blink. “That’s it? Sorry, but that kind of threat doesn’t work on me anymore.”
Her calm tone left them flustered. It was written all over their faces — they didn’t know how to react to this version of Yana, so different from before.
“I-It’s not a threat…”
“Then go ahead and tell him. In fact, next time I’ll decorate the central courtyard with manure. Or maybe this corridor. Or your sleeping quarters. Of course, you’ll be cleaning it up — every time. I’ll make sure to ‘bother’ you, I mean, ‘pay attention’ to you. And only you.”
They fell silent.
“Sure, I’ll get scolded. Punished. But that’s it. Because I’m a Lady of House Tusslena. But you? You’re just servants. So I’ll keep getting punished — and I’ll keep making your lives miserable. Until you choose to leave this manor yourselves.”
“…”
“Or, how about this — a bet? Let’s see who gets kicked out of this house first. Me, the brat acting out of control? Or you, who’ll be disgraced and dismissed? Want to find out?”
“W-Why are you only doing this to us…?”
“‘She’s been strange since that near-death experience… nothing but trouble.’ Sound familiar? You said that for me to hear, didn’t you? Just in case you forgot — my ears work fine.”
“…”
“Shall I share your little gossip session with the head butler too?”
The shift was instant — the servants’ attitudes snapped into obedience.
Finally, they’re listening.
“Still standing there? Waiting for Uncle Roman to show up? I’m curious who’ll be quicker — him opening the door, or you scrubbing the flowerbed clean. But the longer you wait… the worse it’ll be for you.”
In the end, they had no choice.
They had to clean it up.
No matter how it had started, they were the ones who’d flung the manure, and the longer it sat, the more it would stink — spreading further.
“W-We’ll take care of it right away!”
The servants scrambled off.
That should shut them up for a while.
Rin could’ve easily had them all expelled if she wanted.
But this way, by scaring them senseless, she could shift the entire staff’s attitude. Long-term, that was far more effective.
Alright, time to take care of my own business.
