If you have servants, their spits will always float in your coffee.
In confirmation of this truth, Noelle spat savory into the tea of the head of the Order of the Ordo Favonius, Grand Master Jean, and smiled sweetly at her reflection in a silver tray.
Noelle knew for sure that someday she would destroy the Ordo Favonius. This vile organization will disappear without a trace.
Noelle brought tea to Jean, listened to another useless task, and curtsied while admiring how Jean drank tea and left her office.
…The aristocratess couldn't allow the offspring of illiterate laborers from a suburban farm to become a knight. Noelle learned to read and write only in the Order, where she was hired as an apprentice maid. And when Noelle wanted more, she was given impossible tasks. But she managed to make it, albeit risking her life.
Very then Noelle wanted to be a knight. And the Jean, seeing this, began not to count her achievements — at this level she evaluated them — or didn't allow Noelle to prove herself at all, sending them with meaningless trifling assignments. And she smiled at the same time, compliments said. Hypocritical louse.
And Jean is a fool. No leader ever does everything himself. A smart leader hires assistants and distributes work, and does not plow one for all. The same Lisa is just the head of the library, but all the work is done by scouts and interns. She herself does something only if it is necessary to shake off the fat from the belly, which began to appear after eating excessive cookies.
But if Jean wasn't a fool, Noelle wouldn't have had a chance for revenge. And so... He who strives to do everything does nothing. More and more holes appeared in the Ordo Favonius due to the control of the Jean, and Noelle could only slowly launch its enemies there. These were any and every enemies. Noelle didn't care who would turn the Ordo Favonius into dust and scatter it to the wind. The main thing is to be on time where you can safely admire the process.
Noelle's parents are already far away from Mondstadt, and they are no longer farm laborers. Noelle's parents mastered not only literacy but also many other tricks, including multiplying money without handwork in the fields. And the money made them different people with new names, in a new country. When Noelle comes home, she will be a lady. But it could wait.
Noelle sent parents insider information about Mondschadt's trade with other countries in the meantime. No one considered the maid to be a person, members of Ordo Favonius didn't notice her, and the most secret questions were discussed without fear in her presence as if Noelle were a candlestick.
This not only brought information, which Noelle initially sold to foreign merchants, especially those who came from those countries that Mondstadt did not sympathize with, but also made it possible to imperceptibly drop the necessary thoughts into the conversations of the Ordo Favonius's top management, just inserting a few words into a conversation from behind someone's back.
The Order is to blame. If you close a door to someone, open another one for them. For example, give a scholarship to a university for these persons so that they can become someone important and rich without the Ordo Favonius. But Jean and others said that Noelle was very lucky to be a maid in the Ordo Favonius, which for someone like her it was a huge achievement. Oh yes, an achievement... Especially when you can't beg for a raise. But the maids have families who need help getting out of poverty. Because Noelle was silent, feigning embarrassment and doing what she saw fit. No insult, no humiliation and no deception should ever go unpunished.
Finding a maid-apprentice and turning Jean's errands over to her was quick and easy. Now Noelle could go to the post office — her parents sent a "gift from the village". The fact that the village was an expensive suburb of Liyue didn't matter: Mondshadt never saw beyond his nose. Especially when it comes to a new suburb, which until recently was an ordinary village. Noelle's parents made good money when they bought several houses and fields there in time — it all was sold more expensively.
Parents sent jewelry. The maid could wear them, neither cheap nor expensive. But the blings were an excellent bribe. And Ordo Favonius's maid could go anywhere without arousing suspicion. Especially if sometimes you help strangers with petty everyday problems: the reputation of an pathological kind and overly helpful fool opened all doors for Noelle and unleashed all tongues.
And only Noelle knew how many among the natives of Mondshtadt wanted to wring the neck of the Ordo Favonius.