Should I raise you too?

Elisa pretended to take a nap and got through the time without eyebrows.

When she 'woke up', Maria came to the bedroom to discuss Miss Susanna's payment with her.

The £300 in cash was not given to Susanna all at once, but in installments. The use of the funds was also restricted. It was for research and development expenses and could only be used for Susanna's personal life. It could not be used to purchase luxury goods.

Elisa was getting a headache from listening to this and asked Maria to discuss the matter with Simon.

“I understand. Mr. Simon and I will provide you with a report every week,” Maria said.

“No, one per month is enough,” Elisa objected.

This housekeeper is overly enthusiastic about her work, but I, the lazy Miss Elisa, have no desire to put in the effort.

After finishing her business, Elisa recalled Simon's journal entry from noon, and thought about Maria proposing to the male servant.

She thought that although the male servant had already refused and found a scapegoat, it would be best to make Ms. Maria give up completely.

She said to Maria, "Your hard work during this time has been evident to all. If you have any difficulties or requests, please let me know."

Tell me, tell me what you want to get married, and I'll make the arrangements for you! I'm no longer that rich heiress with no connections; it's time to leverage my network.

Hurry up and get you married, then my male servant will be safe!

Under her expectant gaze, Maria shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, Miss. Life at the manor is very good, and I have no other desires."

No, it shouldn't be like this!

Is it because you're too embarrassed to say it?

Elisa could only put it bluntly: "I saw a musical this afternoon, which had a love story about a housekeeper. If you're interested in that, I'll build a small house on the outskirts of the manor for your future family to use."

Maria shook her head again: "I have no intention of getting married. My ideal is to serve Miss for the rest of my life."

That's not how you talk to your male servant!

Elisa understood: Maria didn't want to get married, she just wanted a male servant!

Indeed, with Ms. Maria's looks and figure, if she really wanted to get married, how could she possibly wait until her twenties?

Her goal has always been to remain single; the male servant was just an accident!

Elisa approves of Maria's goal of remaining single, and she thinks so too, but Maria is seduced by the male servant and deviates from her life goal, which makes Elisa very regretful.

Elisa sighed inwardly but smiled outwardly: "That's fine too. If your opinion changes, just let me know."

Maria bowed her head in thanks and left the bedroom.

Eve pushed open the door and poured tea for Elisa. Picking up the teacup, Elisa thought, "Maria's words mean she's given up on the male servant; I don't need to worry anymore."

She relaxed and sipped her tea with pleasure when she suddenly noticed that the maid's gaze towards her was filled with resentment.

What's going on now?!

By the way, Maria and Eve get along quite well. After Maria finds out that the male servant likes me, she will definitely tell Eve.

But why are you looking at me with such resentment? You should be glaring at that bastard, the male servant!

Why should I, the master, have to take responsibility for the trouble caused by the male servant?

Elisa felt her gaze turn resentful.

……

Late at night, Simon returned to his room and took out the special colored paper that Eleanor had given him.

Elisa ate her cookies, thinking about what had happened during the day, and glared at the light screen with dissatisfaction. The colored paper was a communication device that Eleanor had given to her male servant. It was paper imbued with the aura of the "spirit world" and could be used for mid-range communication through a special ritual.

Simon wrote down his findings and his speculations on colored paper, folded the paper into a paper crane, and performed a ritual.

The paper crane rose from the table, its form gradually becoming transparent, and flew out the window.

Simon climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Elisa stuffed the remaining cookies into her mouth, wiped her mouth, and lay down on the bed.

"The Young Lady's Late-Night Class" is now in operation!

Loading course: "Artillery Studies"!

You wretched male servant, today I'll let you taste the pain of being executed by cannon fire!

Chapter 62. They even took off their socks!

Artillery science is an emerging discipline that can be roughly divided into five areas: field warfare, siege warfare, city defense, coastal defense, and naval warfare.

Elisa is proficient in both coastal defense and naval warfare. In the archipelago, artillery is rarely used in field battles or sieges, and defensive battles are also rare.

Thanks to these two factors, Simon in the Dream Classroom, after being executed by cannon fire, was also given a sea burial.

"Under your ruthless tutelage, Simon completed a course in artillery, and his artillery handling skills improved."

Elisa looked at the light screen with some regret.

I also wanted to let the male servant try out the artillery's displacement technique, like a human cannonball, but unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do that in the dream classroom. The impact of the gunpowder directly pierced through the male servant. Sigh.

She turned off "Miss's Late Night Class" and opened "Simon's Diary".

Simon awoke with a start from his dream, in which countless golden seals howled and rammed into his body, dragging him into the deep sea.

Who are you calling a golden retriever seal?! And I didn't yell "Awooo!" I yelled "Boom boom boom!"

"Intimacy -1"

The golden retriever seal did this! Why did you lower my intimacy level with me?!

Elisa inwardly condemned the manservant for always shifting blame onto the innocent Miss Elisa, which made Miss Elisa feel...very pleased.

You torment me during the day, so I'll torment you back at night!

After a pleasant breakfast, Elisa sat on the sofa in her bedroom reading the newspaper when Maria arrived, accompanied by Eleanor's maid.

That was the maid Ruth. Ruth was relaying her mistress's message to Elisa: Eleanor would be visiting that afternoon.

Elisa nodded, unsurprised.

Eleanor came to see the valet; those "spirit" paper cranes were only suitable for writing letters, not for discussing matters.

Speaking of letters, I wrote to my teacher two weeks ago, telling her about the "finger bone" incident. Judging by the time, a reply should be coming soon.

I don't know what that "finger bone" is.

Maria saw Ruth off, and Elisa waited.

Just after lunchtime, Eleanor's carriage arrived at the manor. The young woman entered the residence, spoke with Elisa for a moment, said she wanted to tour the manor and enjoy the scenery alone for a while, and then left the room.

Elisa opened Simon's Journal, and sure enough, Eleanor and the male servant had 'coincidentally' met in the courtyard.

Simon and Eleanor met in the backyard, a quiet and secluded place where they would hardly be discovered, especially not by Miss Elisa.

Miss Eleanor told Simon that she had come to see him under the pretense of visiting Elisa.

"Ugh," Elisa shook her head in disdain.

Without considering the background, just reading these few paragraphs makes it seem as if Eleanor and my manservant had an affair and were using me as an excuse to meet in my manor!

Looking at Miss Eleanor before him, Simon thought of Miss Elisa and felt a pang of guilt.

"Intimacy +1"

Don't increase my intimacy level!

You two can have your secret rendezvous all you want, but suddenly you feel guilty towards me, making me feel like the one who lost in a love triangle!

I'm not a loser!

Elisa covered her face with her hands and sighed.

She continued reading the log.

"Eleanor told Simon that she had removed the cat spirit from Susanna, and that the forces monitoring Susanna would likely take action that night."

"Eleanor invited Simon to stay by Susanna's side at night to gather intelligence."

Well done, Eleanor! That's it!

"Simon rejected Eleanor; that's too dangerous."

It is indeed a bit dangerous, after all, none of you are seasoned superhumans, but I'm keeping an eye on you and can support you at any time!

Sigh, my male servant is too cautious.

Eleanor offered £30, which Simon firmly rejected.

What? You won't even do it for 30 pounds? Weren't you supposed to be a greedy manservant? Did I misunderstand you?

"Eleanor bid 50 pounds, Simon pretended to waver, and tricked Eleanor into bidding 60 pounds."

Ha, I wasted that one moment reflecting!

"Eleanor paid a deposit of 30 pounds and discussed the plan of action with Simon. That night, she would drug Elisa early in the morning, and they would set off early."

"...!?"

Why did my name suddenly appear? What do you mean by drugging me?

That's going too far! What did innocent Miss Elisa do to deserve this?!