On weekends, the young woman spent the morning enjoying the characters on the screen of the communication device in the middle of nature. After lunch, she returned to her seat. She answered the call and hurriedly walked out to the main door. Items ordered from the store have already been delivered. Mirawadee decided that during the holidays she wanted to make something sweet to pass the time. So, I ordered flour to make cakes and ingredients from a bakery in town.

Mirawadee walked into the kitchen and put her things in the kitchen as Butler’s Mongkol followed closely.

“What will Madam do? Let me do good, will you?”

“Neverminded Well, I want to try making desserts. When I’m free, I don’t know what to do.” Butler looked at her and smiled.

“Then let me help you.”

Mirawadee did not dare to deny the kindness of the butler. Because even if it’s forbidden, there’s no way to listen. So, she helped make dessert with Mongkol.

While making cake, the young woman secretly thought in her heart that things in the house were handled by the butler with no defects. But she never asked about the Rachata family. Or the reason they didn’t hire other maids to help work in the mansion so that Mongkol’s butler wouldn’t have to work hard even though she was already ancient.

“May I ask?” Mirawadee began, taking the item out of the box that had just been delivered, “you, uh, how long have you been working with him?”

“Call me the butler. It sounds good.” Mongkol laughed. He replied to the young woman, “I have worked with my master since my youth.”

Mirawadee looked at him with puzzled eyes.

“You mean from childhood?”

Mongkol paused and fell silent, his face looking puzzled. He accidentally stumbled upon something that mattered.

“My lord has lost his family since he was a child. My father, who is doing this duty, has asked me to help take care of him. I don’t know for sure.”

The young woman still had doubts about the butler’s unclear words. When she asked further questions, the butler interrupted her.

“Uh, I thought there was a job that needed to be done for my lord. I haven’t been able to help Madam for a while now.” Mongkol hurriedly said and walked out of the kitchen. He had accidentally uttered his master’s secret. The mistress had asked too many questions.

Thinking of this, the butler hurriedly walked to the master’s room. Mongkol knocked on the door and walked into the other room on the side of the mansion but couldn’t find it. So, he knew right away where to look.

“You are here again.”

Rachata glanced at the butler and turned to look at the painting hanging on the wall, as usual. They arranged many of the old hanging paintings in order of beauty. There are family photos. A close friend of the past several hundred years ago.

“What are you doing here?” Rachata asked.

“My lord, you haven’t thought of telling the mistress a secret?”

Mongkol, he said with a troubled look on his face. At first, he didn’t understand his father’s words. They said that the master was cursed. After a while, he realized that no matter how many decades had passed, the same face remained unchanged. Thus, he understood that the Master could allow no one to perform this role. And the Lord raised his family for many generations.

Even though he was shocked, he had to admit it. Because he is an excellent master, not a devil. And Mongkol followed and serve his master until the expiration date like his father.

“Why are you suddenly talking about this?” Rachata knows that Mongkol rarely talks or asks much. And is a butler who does a good job. He also never intervened or asked him about personal matters once.

“I know your master’s rules well. However, the mistress had questions about the master. I think you should tell her a personal story.” But Mongkol’s butler understood that very well. Because that’s the rule that the Master has said since the beginning.

Do not doubt, do not ask, or try to find answers.

Rachata looked at Mongkol with calm eyes. He thought that this matter did not need to be known. And Mirawadee never asked about it once.

“And where is she now?”

“Kitchen She said she wanted to try making cake. “

“I will deal with this. You go out first.”

Rachata turned to look at his family portrait. Even he now can’t remember the voices of his parents. It’s been so long that it’s forgotten.

The young man just sighed and walked out of the room. No matter how many years passed, he could only watch the people around him die endlessly. and knowing that his destiny was ending soon. Instead, his heart felt so anxious that he couldn’t do anything.

Rachata walked to the kitchen. Sharp eyes looked at the young woman, who was happily baking the cakes. Even though the gods had not abandoned him, he felt that this was the last curse the heavens were about to grant him before his death.

Rachata shook the thought in his head. Before walking towards his wife, who was baking cakes in the kitchen,

“What are you doing?” he asked from behind her in a low voice. This shocked those who were enjoying the dessert until they accidentally dropped the plate onto the floor.

“You… it’s you?” Mirawadee said in a low voice before leaning over to pick up the dropped plate as the young man leaned down to pick it up as well.

“Thank you,” said the woman as she picked up the plate. Round eyes glanced at the tall figure with a trembling heart. She had always felt that the walls that had been holding her heart were breaking down. But she also knew that the walls of his heart were too high for her to step inside.

“You want to eat cakes, why don’t you buy them” Rachata asked incredulously.

“I don’t want to eat, but I want to do.” Mirawadee replied and continued, “I’m almost done. Butler, help me do it too.”

“So?”