The big-breasted maid Dolly had been dragged into one of the mansion's rooms by Rigel.
It seemed he hadn't liked the way she instinctively shook off his hand.
As if to vent his frustration, Rigel had demanded that she perform a dogeza (a deep, formal apology by kneeling and pressing her forehead to the floor).
(Why did it come to this…!?)
She thought in utter confusion.
The Rigel she knew until now would never have done something like this.
He wasn't the kind of person who made unreasonable demands of the servants.
That was exactly why she couldn't understand what was happening.
"......"
Rigel's cold gaze pierced her.
His attitude made it clear he was telling her to hurry up.
"I-I understand… You want me to do a dogeza, right…?"
Muttering as if she had given up, Dolly slowly lowered herself onto her knees on the floor.
She placed both hands in front of her and was about to bow her head deeply when—
"That's not it."
"…Eh?"
She was stopped midway.
