Capítulo 9: The Kitchen Slave

Clara Diana stared confusedly at the white linen cloth with the small tie. "Are these panties?!"_ Clara Diana chuckled. She put the cloth on his face.

"Hahaha... this thing can be used as a mask!" Clara Diana takes scissors from her magic belt, turning the linen into a mask.

Miss Bella gave her a cloth to cover her face. But that thing was thin. Her face looked blurry. This will make people see her beautiful face. "Dangerous!"_ Clara Diana was alert.

"That's good!" Clara Diana looked at her reflection in the small mirror she was carrying. The mirror must be kept back, otherwise it could be a problem.

"Hey...What is this? Is this a bra?" Clara Diana laughed.

*(Today's women wear a breastband called a strophium or mamillare, made of linen or leather)

Clara Diana brushed her hand away, "Forget! I don't need these things!"_ Clara Diana put the items into her magic belt.

Clara Diana wore a dress given to her by Miss Bella.

"This dress is old, the red color is blurry. Hmm... it's okay, this dress covers my body perfectly!"_ Clara Diana smiled.

The long dress and long sleeves, puffed waist looks cute... ?"

"Now.. wear a mask, hijab and face covering...!" Clara Diana wears a layered face covering. This is to prevent the outer face covering from opening. Who knows, someone might want to see his face.

"Hmm...the women wouldn't have thought that I made this mask from a loincloth!" Clara Diana chuckled. "Heh...hah...I can't move...this shirt is heavy. How many kilos does it weigh?!"_ Clara Diana complained. She wasn't used to wearing long dresses, thick and heavy dresses like this. Clara Diana walked while lifting the front of her dress, showing her legs.

Luckily she was wearing socks. The legs are not visible.

Clara Diana walked towards the red carpet, her bed.

Miss Maria looked at the girl with a surprised look. The way the kitchen slave walks is strange!

Suddenly she remembered the task she had given the kitchen slave.

"Fast!"_ she muttered irritably.

"Didn't you clean the bathroom?" She wanted to scold the kitchen slave, but she was reluctant to make a scene. Her friends had fallen asleep in their respective cots. Scolding the kitchen slave will wake up his friends.

They don't like their sleep being disturbed. She went to the bathroom, stunned in front of the bathroom, "How is that possible?!"_ she muttered in disbelief.

The bathroom was clean, clean. It even smells refreshing orange.

"How does she do it? That orange aroma...where does it come from? How do you get it?"_ Maria was angry.

"The kitchen slave must have stolen the bathroom freshener!" She hissed angrily.

"That lowly slave stole soap! She stole soap!" Maria rushed to the red carpet.

Clara Diana had closed her eyes when Maria shouted at her.

"WAKE UP YOU THIEF! YOU LOW SLAVE! WAKE UP!"

"HAH!" Clara Diana gasped, she immediately got out of bed. As soon as she sat down, Maria immediately slapped her. Clara Diana held her slapped cheek. Feels hot. Maria hit her hard. No one ever slapped Clara Diana, even though it was her father, Ryuzo Tokugawa, warlord of the Upper Wind kingdom. And, Clara Diana was a powerful martial arts practitioner, there was no villain she didn't defeat.

In fact, Clara Diana could have avoided the slap or held Maria's hand and pushed the woman away, but she didn't. Clara Diana allowed herself to be slapped. Clara Diana did not want her identity to be revealed. But another problem arose unexpectedly.

"Where Do You Get That Soap haaah!"

"Oh that...!"_ thought Clara Diana. "I shouldn't have used that bathroom freshener!"_ she regretted.

"I stole it from a slave trader!" How to structure a story. Her mother, Davia, didn't like her lying, but Clara Diana lied for good.

"You're lying!" Maria snapped. There was no soap among slave traders, they never bathed. Maria found out about it, she was a kidnap victim, the slave traders sold her to Madame Butterfly.

"No Miss...I'm telling the truth. The slave traders robbed the rich merchants, they kept the loot in carts, I took that thing!"

"Haa... that apart from stealing, you are also good at making up stories, huh!" Maria is angry. How could she believe it? The slave traders could not have robbed the soap, and besides, the slave traders did not keep their loot in vain.

Maria nodded her head irritably, looking sharply at Clara Diana. But the girl's eyes were visible, the kitchen slave covered her face with a cloth, her eyes remained.

Maria became even more annoyed,

"Ohh... you stole it from us is that it?"

"No Miss... I... I'm telling the truth...!"

PLAQUE. Maria slapped Clara Diana once again.

"SHUT UP!" Maria doesn't like to be answered. Clara Diana was dizzy from the slap, she gripped her hand tightly. Keep one's temper. One day he will return this slap.

The commotion in the cell awakens the other women.

"Maria, what's wrong? Why are you screaming!" Bella said displeased

"You hit the slave!" Kea, the blonde woman, was shocked when she saw Maria hit Clara Diana.

"Maria, can you interrogate her tomorrow morning? My head hurts!" Sandra, a brown-haired woman, sat on the bed with her head tied in a scarf. She suffers from migraines.

"Did this kitchen slave has been stealing!" Maria said with a sarcastic face.

"Steal?" they said in unison.

"She stole what?" Bella asked with a disappointed face, earlier she felt sorry for the kitchen slave, but if it was true that the kitchen slave stole, that couldn't be forgiven.

Maria smiled at Bella. She was satisfied to see the regret on Bella's face. "She said she stole scented soap from the slave trader. Do you believe it? Huh... she lied. The slave trader never bathes!"

"No. You're wrong. The slave traders took a shower. Madame Butterfly hired them to be her personal bodyguards, she made them take a shower and change into their uniforms!" Clara Diana shouted in her innocent voice.

"Shut up! Who told you to talk!" Maria snapped.

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