“Hello, I’m Alma Girault. Sounds like an animal’s name, doesn’t it? But I used to be a university student in Japan. JD? It stands for joshi daisei (female university student). By the way, I was an art student. So, one day, I was riding my bicycle, reached an intersection, and had a collision with a car. Before I knew it, I’d accidentally died and, well, woke up reincarnated in another world.
Somehow, I was born as the daughter of the steward serving a noble family—oh, correction—serving a noble house. Naturally, this meant I had no choice but to become a maid. I’ve been trained in all sorts of things since I was little. And not the kind of maid you find in some Akihabara cosplay café, but a professional one. You know, the real deal.
In light novels or manga, when you reincarnate, you might become a villainous noble lady or get cheat abilities, right? But nope—no magical powers, no spirits, no fantastical creatures. None of that. This world feels like straight-up 18th-century Europe. Actually, wait, correction again. It’s more like old Europe with modern waterworks and sewage systems.
I’m genuinely grateful for flush toilets where you can flush away toilet paper, as well as proper plumbing. Oh, right, I forgot to mention—they even have toilet paper here. They call it ruuro paper. Isn’t that just “roll” spelled backward?
I digress. Sorry about that. As a Japanese person, I get oddly fixated on toilets.
In short, I’m a reincarnated nobody—nowhere near being a villainous noble lady or some destined heroine. I don’t have any cheat-level knowledge, and my hobbies were walking my dog and gaming. I don’t have any special skills that could help me thrive in this new world. Sure, I went to art school, but if you asked me if I could become a great painter here, I’d seriously doubt it. Baking? The most I’ve done is melt and reshape chocolate for Valentine’s Day. Cooking? Japanese food? I can make vegetable stir-fries and miso soup, but complicated dishes like my grandma’s or mom’s? Nope. Thankfully, this world already has miso and soy sauce, so I don’t have to make them from scratch. Honestly, I’m so useless I sometimes question why I reincarnated here at all.
But hey, I’ve made an effort to adapt. I’ve learned to cook and worked hard to master my maid duties so I can survive anywhere.
When I turned 12, my mother introduced me to a young lady I’d be serving. That was Maris Orca Radler, a five-year-old girl. Basically, I was assigned to be her playmate and caretaker.
She was such a brat! All she ate were sweets. She hated all vegetables. She was an overweight little girl with strawberry-blonde hair and amethyst eyes. Her features were pretty, but her behavior? A disaster.
Her father, the Marquis Radler of the borderlands, and her older brother were busy defending the territory at the kingdom’s frontier. Her mother was bedridden due to poor health. In short, Lady Maris was practically left to her own devices. As her caretaker, I had no choice but to figure out how to straighten out her personality.
While I was agonizing over how to deal with her, I ended up accompanying my father to visit a certain duke’s household.
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