As I was staring at the piles of documents, deciding which to start reading through, there was a knock on my door. The only people who visited my room were Princess Margaret, her attendant Zofie, or Mary. Yeah, I don’t have a lot of friends; so what?
“Who is it?” I asked, unsure of who else it could be.
“It’s Louise.”
Huh? Louise doesn’t live in the dorms though... I guess maybe she’s allowed to enter because she’s a girl? I don’t think Princess Margaret’s friends ever visited the dorms... Whatever, it’d be childish of me to turn her away, even though I have a bad feeling about this.
“Come in,” I said, opening the door for her.
Louise swiftly stepped in, perhaps so that she wouldn’t be caught by the housemother. She definitely sneaked in. I knew something was up.
“How do you do?” I greeted her, trying to get some more information out of her.
“Fine, thank you,” she replied. “May I sit?”
No, you may not. I feel like I’m going to be dragged into a muddy swamp.
Before I could respond, Louise just sat down. Judging from her behavior, she was perhaps quite desperate.
“I’m here today to discuss the music club,” she said.
Not the choir club? I can feel storm clouds coming in.
“My, what about the music club?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
“President Marcus from the glee club is in the same class as the music club’s President Albert. President Emilia is also in second-year Class A with them.”
Wow, I know quite a few of the senior division’s second year students. President Caesar and Percival are also Year 2 Class A. I wanted to think about anything else, since Louise was implying that the choir club knew that President Albert had cajoled Marcus into starting the glee club.
However, there probably wasn’t any proof of this. Even President Albert had the wits to not announce his plans loudly in front of the class.
Or would he? No, I think we should be fine. Louise is probably bluffing, trying to bait me into revealing something. She sure has underestimated me.
“My, I had no idea,” I responded.
I can easily play the part of an innocent schoolgirl. To be fair, I don’t even know what really happened. I can just imagine it happening; that’s all.
“Not only that, but the music club has also provided the glee club with new songs, and has requested help from the dance club. Many are saying this is exactly like the recent incident with the knight club. I came here to warn you, because it would be terrible if the club that Princess Margaret is a member of were to be dissolved.”
That doesn’t make any sense. The knight club was doing things like forcing the riding club to care for their horses, and making the magic club join in on their practice.
“As far as I’m aware, the music club was simply asked by the glee club for help, so we provided them with new songs,” I explained. “The same goes for the dance club. No one has been put at a disadvantage by helping the glee club.”
Louise raised an eyebrow. She’d probably expected the threat of the music club dissolving to scare me. Sucks for you, Louise.
“I apologize for cutting things short, but I am to accompany Princess Margaret to the royal palace today,” I said. “I have to get ready, so I must ask you to leave.”
Louise glared at me. She’d been upset by the fact that I’d been chosen to be Princess Margaret’s lady’s maid ever since I’d first been appointed to serve her, and apparently still held a grudge.
“Those songs are better suited for the choir club,” Louise argued. “Also, it’s completely blasphemous to include a song dedicated to God in that stale romance.”
Her true feelings were finally out. She’d probably seen the glee club’s sheet music or had heard them rehearsing.
“Amazing Grace” is an incredible song, so I can see why Louise would want to sing it.
“Why don’t you switch to the glee club, Lady Louise?” I suggested. “The choir club has too many female students, while the glee club doesn’t have enough.”
Louise was quite good at singing, but the choir club was a girl’s club. Not only was seniority prioritized, but they also seemed like they were strict about noble hierarchy. Since Louise was the daughter of a count, she was in the upper tier in terms of status, but she probably wouldn’t be getting any solos as a junior division student. Even if she managed to get a solo, the choir club’s performance happened at the same time as the knight club’s competition, which was the main event of the festival.
“That wouldn’t...” she mumbled. “That song is so perfect for me...”
Can you do all this complaining at home? Please leave already.
Louise was quite greedy. She didn’t want to move into the dorms, but she still wanted to be Princess Margaret’s lady’s maid. She wanted to sing good songs, but she didn’t want to leave her storied club to join the newfangled glee club.
She’d been born to a count, bestowed with light magic, had good grades, and was a beautiful girl. On paper, she appeared to have nothing to complain about, but there seemed to be things she couldn’t stand. I don’t want to get involved with this spoiled noble lady.
Once Louise left, I found myself still feeling frustrated.
“If you want to be the princess’s lady’s maid that badly, just move into the dorms!” I snapped at no one. Yelling helped me feel refreshed. OG Patience was a proper lady who wouldn’t normally do such a thing, but I needed to let loose from time to time.
I wrapped up the hot water bottles and the covers I’d sewn in some cloth, and I wrapped the needle threaders in some paper. I ended up having a lot of luggage. Third period was about to end, so I needed to hurry to Princess Margaret’s room.
Once we were at the palace, Zofie carried the hot water bottles for me. It was apparently wrong to make a noble lady carry things.
“I’ve returned, mother,” Princess Margaret announced, greeting the queen gracefully.
“Welcome back, Margaret,” the queen replied. “Have a seat, Patience.”
Princess Margaret sat down, and I took a seat beside her.
“Patience brought hot water bottles for you and Jane,” the princess shared. “She also brought some needle threaders.”
Zofie proceeded to set the hot water bottles down in front of the queen.
“What are these used for?” the queen asked.
Princess Margaret handled the explanation. Since she’d been using the hot water bottle I’d given her, she’d gotten quite familiar with it.
“At night, you fill it with hot water through this opening, and it will keep you warm in bed, making for a very comfortable sleeping experience,” the princess explained. “The water stays warm enough that you can also use it in the morning to wash your face.”
The queen listened to Princess Margaret’s explanation with a smile.
“This will be a wonderful item for those who cannot afford magic stones, or much firewood. Thank you very much, Patience.”
I should have expected no less from the queen than to immediately think of the poorer subjects that this invention could help. Next, I pulled out the needle threaders that I’d wrapped in paper and handed them to Princess Margaret.
“These are needle threaders that Patience made,” the princess explained, handing the parcel to her mother. “I have also used them in sewing and embroidery, and they’re incredibly useful. I wanted you and Jane to have them as well.”
The queen opened up the paper wrapping and looked at the needle threaders. She seemed to immediately understand how they were used.
“These look quite useful, Patience. I’m also glad to hear that Margaret is making a diligent effort in her sewing and embroidery classes.” The queen then noticed that there were three hot water bottles. “Oh, I thought you’d brought these for Jane and myself. Who is this one for?”
Since I was a shotacon, I couldn’t help but make one for Prince Marcus. Perhaps it would have been better to have made one for the king.