The Dukeās mansion, which was usually quiet, was filled with the sounds of something breaking, tidying up and sweeping all morning and afternoon.
The servants were so busy with work that they couldnāt rest.
Still, the cleaning was unprecedented.Ā
Finally, the Duchess decided to organize the gifts she received from her many lovers.
The small gift room was emptied at a rapid pace, and even the last scrap of the gift was thrown into the trash.
Juliana sweated as she looked at the gift room with a refreshed heart.
Although the servants did most of the work, Juliana also helped with the cleaning. It was nothing much just removing some papers, but it was a great thing for her who previously lived without lifting a hand.Ā
āDuchess. You didnāt have to do thisā¦ā
The servants stamped their feet nervously, not knowing what to do.Ā
They didnāt know under what whim she asked them to clean the gift room, but they were terrified by her offers of help in their work.
Duchess Juliana Auburn was a very demanding master. Whenever she had a bad mood, she often vented her anger on the servants for no reason.
Ignoring the shaking servants, Juliana said, āGet out of here. I have work to do.āĀ
āOh! Yes, yes!ā
The servants hurried out of the room as if someone were chasing them. After making sure that everyone left the room, she came over to the crack in the wall and pulled out the records she had hidden there before.
āKack-kack!ā
The notes, which were carelessly wrapped and covered with dust, were also covered with Julianaās bad handwriting.
It would be nice to remember the many men she once considered her ālovers,ā but Juliana could barely remember those men while looking through the notes.
Blaming herself from the past for not remembering those who gave her gifts, Juliana looked at the sorted notes.Ā
āGood. With this one, I might remember who you were particularly giving a bell to.ā