131 19 Shojo with the maid. (1/2)

The night of the cherry blossom season is not so chilly.

I let my momentum carry me out. I rolled through the front door and stopped when there was no longer any shelter to block the starlight.

The beautifully landscaped garden glistened in the gentle evening light, reflecting the night dew.

I let out a big sigh.

I hate everything. I can't stop feeling frustrated.

But you can't seriously raise your hand to a nobleman, you think.

”Do you think pretending to be frustrated is going to keep your pride up?　You can't even shed blood after getting your lips wrapped around it.　Yowza. I'll be back.

I clenched my fists.

I'm not pretending to be frustrated. I'm really frustrated and I'm about to cry.

Deep down I know.

I know this is where my limit is. I couldn't just let my anger get the better of me and punch that woman in the face.

I found an excuse and I ran.

That's the more rational thing to do. That it was the right thing to do.

But...

”It's not right to spill blood.” ......

I'm not wrong.

There are many reasons why I'm not wrong, if you look hard enough.

I can say with pride that I am not wrong for any of these reasons.

I should be able to say that.

Why can't I say ”right”?

That blonde woman with the murderous eyes is dangerous.

She's not as strong as I am. I know I'd be a fool to challenge her.

So there's no point in fighting. If you get hurt, it will hinder your training.

If you train hard and win next time, that's all that matters.

I didn't train hard enough this time.

Maybe if you go to a different tournament with her you can win the same thing.

Try that. Who's the smart one?

If you stir things up like that and you lose, can you take responsibility?

”That sword doesn't look very good on you.

Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

You'll become a woman who looks good. So now is the time for surrender.

You're not a warrior. You think you know what you're talking about.

That's right. You've never fought anything.

Drink up.

”Whoa!

That's when it happened.

A glass was thrust at me from the side and smashed into my cheek.

”Oh, you. Corona.

Drink up.

You're as easy-going as ever in such a serious situation.

He snickered, looking her up and down.

What the hell? You're not even a warrior, you have nothing to say to me.

Well, drink up.

That's all you can say?

I pulled the glass from his hand.

And drink it all at once.

”What the hell?　What the hell is this?

”Vinegar!

”You're all over me!

He coughs and coughs and stares at her with tears in his eyes.

She was beautiful and pretty in the starlight. I don't think she's just a maid of honor.

It's ....... Are you harassing me because of my master's orders?

The head maid is not in the house.

What?

I sat down on the floor of the house, where a water fountain had been built for the birds.

It's a good thing that the water is dry, but Leafy was taken aback when she sat down on the mansion's equipment without hesitation.

”What, are you some kind of secret agent or something?

”Hmmm. You think you're the head of the family, Princess Lilac - the princess's ......?　Pimp?　And the maid is her escort. Something like that.

”...... What?

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

The maid smiled mischievously at Leafy, who blinked her eyes.

She put her forefinger to her lips and said, ”Don't tell anyone,” under the starlight.

It's a secret.

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

What do you mean? ”Neither Pasta nor Master Futa are noblemen. It's not what you think, and it's not what ...... you think.

”............

Implicitly. I've been told that she knows that I'm a nobleman.

”You may understand why the pimp was given this house, but... Then what's with the pasta?

It's slightly different, but that's okay. Pasta is ...... I lost everything I cared about.

What?

I've been through a lot and now I'm with Master Futa. Everything Pasta said, his pride, his money, his family... It's all gone. I don't have much to say as a maid, nor do I have the right to say it. But I'm not lukewarm about it.

”...... What the hell is that?

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I don't know what a pimp is, to be honest.

I don't know what a pimp is, but she's with me.

”What, you're hiding her?

”Hmmm. Not really.

What?　That's why you wore your hood when you went out, isn't it?　Then what the hell are you doing?

I'm working with Futa-sama to get back on my feet.

I'm working with Master Futa to get back on my feet again. ...... Lose it all?

Yeah. The maid only knew about it once, but from the sound of it, it could have happened many times.

This is a very heavy story, if you can believe it, told in a very simple way.

He was trapped with no family, no money, and no way to walk out the door.

So how can you ask for the next one with impunity?

What? What, you turned to Futa to flatter you?　You're saying I should just confine him?

Pasta might not be enough to entangle him.

That's a little harsh.

But... ...... Those two didn't get along so well because of the maid. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one. ...... lie. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I don't know about ......, but...