The Gardener's uncontrollable roar left the maid bewildered.
In confusion, she murmured, "Yes, the tulips are planted by you, why can't you sell them yourself? Why should someone be a slave from birth... Why..."
The Gardener grew even more hysterical, his outburst unrestrained, "Just because he is born of a bloodline more noble than ours? Just because he has a title, he's an aristocrat?"
"He can deprive me of the fruits of my labor, offer the tulips I planted to the nobility of the main city, and sell them at high prices to those merchants!"
"Every time I see him exchange the tulips I've grown for a big bag of gold coins, can you understand how I feel? Oh, no, you could never understand! You've fallen for him, a servant in love with a noble!"
"You're truly ridiculous, pitiable, longing for something even more unrealistic than I do!"
"I long for freedom, for money, whereas you… you long for the love of a noble!"
"Do you think you're Cinderella from the fairy tales?"
