Romance Fantasy · Ongoing
The things a cute maid needs are a shovel. And a crowbar. I became a maid in the count’s family from Napoli Something-or-Other . Aside from the occasional strange incident, the Richmond Count family is a great place to work. They provide lodging, pay a salary, the meals are amazing, and the Count himself is delicious—… I was planning to stay forever at this perfect dream job, but then— “You won, Rina.” “Pardon?” “You can leave this place now. You’re free.” The Count I trusted is trying to kick me out? “Absolutely not! Why are you trying to throw me out? I said I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of my life!” In desperation, I grabbed onto the Count’s pant leg and clung to him. Maybe it was because of the heat. His face was unusually red today. He really looks like a tomato. Ah, right. I remembered. I had transmigrated into Napolitan Spaghetti .
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