The days passed in agonizing emptiness after I arrived at this residence.
My room, or rather the bed that was made for me, had all the expensive furnishings that reflected infinite luxury. Every inch of the surface felt expensive, from the mattress with materials too soft for a baby's comfort, to the objects that somehow had to be in this room.
However, something felt off. There were no gaudy gold ornaments, no giant paintings covering the walls, no excessive decorations like I had imagined. This residence turned out to be more minimalist than I expected, at least on the inside, which was a far cry from the gmorous exterior.
Being sober for hours without any activity to clear my brain's sanity honestly wasn't too much of a problem, after all, I could think of various things in this free time.
Such as my bitter past life, the various possibilities in this world based on the information I've gotten, and of course the main thing is why I reincarnated.
Not by the crazy Dante or the perfectionist Aurelia, but by someone I didn't expect at all... A clumsy waitress named Anna.
Her hair was dark brown with double pigtails loosely braided in two, some stray strands falling down the sides of her face, giving the impression that she was a bit clumsy.
The thin round gsses perched on his nose are clearly not just an accessory, but rather a visual aid for someone who may be too often devoted to reading in dim light.
Tiny freckles adorned both cheeks up to her nose, contrasting with her pale white skin, creating a striking yet natural look.
The maid's outfit is 18th-century European, with a bck high-colred dress adorned with small buttons and a contrasting white apron, complete with Victorian puffed sleeves and a tassel on the shoulder, making her look like a figure from the past trapped in the modern era.
That was the only assumption I had from my meeting with her, a little clumsy but not a problem, I had hoped that her being a waitress was someone who was professional and dexterous at her age of about 20. But it all came crashing down in just a few days.
If there was a form of torture more subtle, more cruel, and more inhumane than anything I could ever imagine, it would be Anna.
Indeed, I am not exaggerating.
Every day, every hour, and almost every minute that I spent under this servant's care was a psychological torture that I never thought I would experience. Not because she was cruel, not because she was rude, but because she was the perfect torture machine; in a way that she didn't even realize herself.
She treated me not as a baby, but as an interlocutor. Even worse, she treated me as the only listener who cared about his stories.
"Young master, you have no idea how hard it is to be a servant in a pce like this," she said one morning, eagerly cramming a spoonful of porridge into my mouth while cradling me in the same room by the rge window.
"Yesterday I almost dropped the tea tray in the living room! You might be thinking, 'Anna, how could you do that?' But I don't know either! I was just walking as usual, then somehow gravity decided to be my enemy!"
I gave her a ft look. Of course, GRAVITATION was wrong.
"And you know, st night I got lost again! I just wanted to go to the kitchen to get a gss of water, but I ended up in the wine celr instead. You can imagine how panicked I was!"
I've lost count of how many times she's gotten lost inside this castle.
But the worst part wasn't the absurd stories she told me every day. The worst part was the fact that I had to depend on her.
Drinking? Must be assisted by Anna. Pooping? Again, Anna. There's nothing I can do but accept this cruel fate.
Every time I tried to maintain what little self-respect I had left, the world always seemed to confirm that it was impossible.
"Young master, you really are like a cute little doll," she said in a carefree tone while casually changing my diaper the other day, then she continued, "Ah, I wish I could trade pces with you. A life without having to work, just sleeping, eating, and drinking. Wouldn't that be heaven?"
I almost wanted to shout that, 'Sure, being a humiliated unemployed person is HEAVEN,' but I couldn't open my mouth to give her the facts.
Instead, I could only stay silent, staring at the ceiling, accepting the fact that in this new life of mine, I was nothing more than an absolute unemployment in the hands of a waitress who didn't even realize how cringe-worthy her treatment of me was. And as if all that wasn't bad enough, she never stopped talking.
"Young master, you won't believe what happened yesterday! I went into the storage room, and somehow the door locked as soon as I entered! I was screaming, crying, even about to give up on my life. I thought, 'Is this the end of my life? Will I be found as a skeleton in here?' But then, I realized something..."
I don't want to know. I really don't want to know.
"Apparently, I locked the door myself from the inside."
'Damn it!' I stared at her, trying to understand how a human could reach this level of stupidity.
"Of course I feel so stupid! But on second thought, isn't that a valuable life lesson? Don't panic before checking the situation!"
I don't know whether I should admire this incredible optimism or doubt his thinking ability as a human being.
Whenever I think that my life as a baby here will be boring and monotonous, Anna always comes and proves that no, my life will never be quiet as long as she is around.
Even so, I have to admit one thing-living as an unemployed baby like this does give me something I never had in my previous life; time to breathe.
Yes, I hated every second of humiliation I had to endure at Anna's hands. But compared to my previous life filled with demands, pressure, and danger, at least here I could enjoy one rare thing. Tranquility. Although that tranquility came at the price of having to listen to the ramblings of a maid who seemed to have no self-awareness at all.