The Clumsy Maid

Agh— It hurts more than I thought.

I stumbled into my room, my body aching with each step. My wounds throbbed with pain, and I knew I had to call Carla to treat them. But just as I reached for the door, it suddenly swung open from the inside.

Before I could react, something—or rather, someone—slammed into me. Pain shot through my body as I stumbled back.

"Damn it, that hurts!"

"Ahh, S-sorry— so sorry!" A panicked voice squeaked.

I opened my eyes and found a small figure in front of me. A young girl, dressed in a maid uniform, was looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. She was trembling, hands clasped together as she repeatedly apologized.

Just my luck.

"Don't apologize. Just help me to my bed," I muttered, my exhaustion winning over my patience. I didn't care who she was. I just needed rest.

"Ahh! S-sorry—"

I groaned. "Stop apologizing and hurry up. Carry me to the bed, or I'll punish you."

That should get her moving. A little warning was all it took to scare a child, right?

Her eyes widened, and for a second, she hesitated before nodding quickly. "Y-Yes! I'll carry you!"

She took a step forward and reached out, attempting to lift me. I arched a brow. Was she seriously trying to pick me up?

Predictably, she failed.

"Just support me with your shoulder. You're too weak to carry me," I sighed.

"Ahh... sorry— I'm useless! Don't punish me! Ahh—"

Oh, for heaven's sake. How fragile was this girl? She was already crying again. All over a simple joke.

"Alright, alright, I won't punish you. Now, let's just get to the bed."

She sniffled but nodded, helping me move. My muscles burned with each step, but at least I was making progress.

Then, out of nowhere—

"N-no! I won't go to the bed! I'm saving myself for my future husband—you can't have me!"she wailed, bursting into fresh sobs.

What?

I froze, staring at her in disbelief. Where the hell did she get that idea from?! My frustration boiled over.

"What the *f*ck?!" I hissed, my patience fraying. "I need the bed to treat my wounds, you idiot!"

She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "Aahhh! S-Sorry! I didn't see your wounds! But—sob—you used bad words! You're a bad kid! And you called me dumb! I'm not a dumb girl—"

I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. Why me?

"Just... forget about that. I need treatment, and this is hurting more because of you."

"O-Okay... okay."

Finally, we made it to my bed. I sank into it with relief.

"Thanks," I murmured, savoring the warmth of the heating system the work on magic.

"You're welcome!" the girl chirped, suddenly chipper. "Well, at least you have some manners. But don't use bad words! My mom always says only bad people talk like that."

I opened one eye and smirked. "Who the hell thanked you? I was talking to my bed. And besides, it's your duty as a maid."

Her face flushed red. "What?! That's so rude! I helped you, and you're not even grateful?! And wait—how did you even know I was a maid? Are you a stalker or something?!"

I let out a dry chuckle. "A stalker? Are you that dumb? You're literally wearing a maid uniform!"

Her embarrassment deepened. "Ahhh—forget I asked anything! I'm going!"

Amused, I watched her turn to leave. But then I remembered—

"Hey, hold on."

She paused, looking back at me hesitantly.

"Where's Carla?"

She blinked. "Why do you want to know Miss Carla's whereabouts? That's suspicious."

I sighed. Did anyone even teach this girl how to be a maid? First, she answered my question with another question. And now, she was acting like I was some kind of criminal.

"I'm the young master of this house. Carla is my maid. So, I'll ask again—where is she?"I hated invoking the title, but authority had its uses.

Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Sorry, young master! I didn't recognize you! Miss Carla's daughter was sick, so she left to visit her."

I frowned. "She's not in the mansion? She didn't even inform me? I'm a little jealous now."

The maid gasped. "Did you just say you're jealous?!"

I quickly shook my head. "No, I didn't."

She narrowed her eyes. "No, I definitely heard you say that! I have really good ears! Are you lying? My mom says only bad kids lie!"

I smirked. "I am a bad guy. Do you not believe that?"

I leaned in slightly, meeting her gaze. Her wide eyes reflected my image, full of uncertainty and nervousness. I reached out and ruffled her messy hair. She flinched, her face turning pink.

"Do you believe me now? That I'm really a bad guy, little girl?"

Her lips wobbled. Sob—

Tch.

"Don't start crying now. Just bring me something to treat my wounds."

She sniffled, wiping her tears. "Sob Yes!"

With a quick nod, she scurried away. The door clicked shut behind her.

I let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling. I just realized—I never asked for her name.

Well, 'little girl' suited her just fine.

Still... who the hell hired such a clumsy maid?