Synopsis
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.
