The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Chapter 47

47 – I don’t like Mihail anymore.

After seeing off the Histania siblings.

I stood in front of the lady’s visit with breakfast in hand.

Today’s breakfast was the lady’s favorite “bell pepper” juice and bacon toast. It was a diet prepared with the lady’s health in mind, as she had only eaten meat for a week.

Juice made by grinding carrots and bell peppers, and bacon toast baked to perfection.

If the lady saw the pulpy juice, she would surely say, “This is not something people eat.” However, considering the master’s health is also one of the maid’s virtues, I am thinking of trying noble oppression today.

Since I expanded the noble oppression for a week, it’s time to shrink it now.

Just thinking about the lady’s expression after drinking the juice made a smile appear on my face.

– Knock. Knock. Knock.

There was no answer.

Instead, I could hear the sound of the lady’s passionate snoring from behind the door.

– Drerong… Cool… Kureok…

– Cool. Kureok. Hiyo…

It seems like the young lady has fallen into a deep sleep.

She had been talking with Hanna until late at night, so she could understand the passionate snoring.

It seemed to be a story about Mikhail.

Eavesdropping on someone else’s conversation is not a hobby, but it was clear that the young lady had gone well beyond her usual bedtime.

So, she must be making such a loud snoring.

– Drerong… Cool… Ureong… Cool…

In consideration of the young lady’s deep sleep, I waited at the door for about 5 minutes and then opened it.

– Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Excuse me.”

A chilly breeze flowed through the room.

The window was wide open.

I had told her to close the window before going to sleep, but once again, today, she was sleeping with the window wide open.

I sighed.

“No, I suffered a lot from the cold last time… Again…”

– Hmnya… Kureoook…!

My nagging went right into her deep sleep. It’s my fault for not checking. I should be more considerate.

I approached the young lady’s bedside and spoke softly.

“Air raid warning…”

She jolted.

The young lady furrowed her eyebrows.

I got closer to her ear and whispered, like ASMR from a past life.

“Young lady, it’s an air raid warning.”

At the sound that woke her up, the young lady tried to pull the blanket over her head, but as a butler who had awakened her sleep for 13 years, I could easily prevent her from escaping under the blanket.

I held onto the edge of the blanket so she couldn’t hide inside it.

“Hu-uh… Uh-uh…”

The young lady furrowed her forehead.

“Ricardo… The gravity is so strong that the blanket doesn’t even budge…”

I chuckled. I felt sorry for waking her up from her deep sleep, but as a butler who believed that breakfast was a must, I had no choice but to wake her up.

I’m sure the young lady will be angry, but above all, her health is the most precious.

Tock. I touched the young lady’s cheek.

The young lady furrowed her brows.

I looked at the young lady’s adorable expression and brought my lips close to her ear. And then…

“Ahem!”

I whispered in her ear.

She yelped.

“Ah!!! I’m going to be eaten! Eaten by a slime… Huh?”

The young lady woke up noisily.

Above the young lady’s head, I started to see a familiar blue window.

[Death’s Munt Olivia Lv.0.5]

[Occupation: Unemployed]

[Favorability: 82]

[Preferred Conversation Topics: Food. Meat. Bath products. Ricardo’s health. Gold coins. Walks (New)]

[Disliked Conversation Topics: Mikhail. Vegetables. Bell peppers. The past. Debt]

“Huh…?”

Something was missing.

What is it…?

I wiped my eyes, thinking I might have seen it wrong, but one of the keywords that had been in place for a year was missing.

Always, the familiar name that occupied the first slot of preferred conversation topics.

[Mikhail]

This name was gone.

I blinked my eyes.

I wondered what this was all about.

An old keyword I thought would eventually disappear.

I turned to the young lady who was throwing a doll at me and asked.

Could this be a dream?

Has she finally ended her long-time one-sided love?

Or has she taken a brief break?

I cautiously asked the young lady, “Miss.”

The lady, nervously wiping the droplets on her ear, looked at me. “Why…”

She blinked her drowsy eyes and asked, “Did you sleep well?”

“Ricardo woke me up, so not really.”

“It’s like waking a sleeping princess in the forest with magic.”

“Am I the princess?”

“No, you’re the pig.”

The lady frowned.

I inquired, “Miss, it’s about Mikhail.”

“Mikhail?”

At the mention of the name Mikhail, the lady’s expression froze in real-time. She seemed agitated, like stepping on a landmine. It might have been too hasty, but I prioritized confirmation over everything else.

“Do you still like Mikhail?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

The lady probably expected some offensive remark from me, as I’d always cursed Mikhail in the past. If she answered with a “yes,” she’d be ready to hear insults like “lolicon.” She must have known that the atmosphere would sour. I pondered and waited for her response. While I was used to receiving insults, hearing that she still liked Mikhail would hurt a little.

The likability meter does not lie.

Everyone was like that, and the lady was too.

But, the fact that the name Mikhail disappeared from the lady’s heart made it even more unbelievable. I wanted to hear it directly.

Holding the tray tightly in my hand.

I waited for the lady’s answer.

“Hmm…”

The lady was lost in thought. She took the cup from the tray, pressed it against her forehead and cooled down her fever.

“It’s there. Ricardo.”

“…”

“I hope Mikhail doesn’t tell the story now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Now, I…”

My lips were dry.

Even though I knew what the lady was going to say, it was scary to hear it from her mouth.

I expected to be disappointed that the answer I had hoped for, along with the worry of having to fight again, did not come.

I bit my lip and waited for the lady’s answer, and the lady said the words she had wanted to hear for the past year.

“I don’t like Mikhail.”

“What?”

“I don’t like him. He’s ugly.”

“No, didn’t you say he was handsome?”

“No.”

The lady looked at me.

“He’s ugly. Too fancy and not my type.”

‘Really.’

There was no falsehood in the lady’s face.

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

This is not going well.

Today, I was supposed to go out with the lady…

-Creak… Creak..

Huh?

Why did it go there?

The young lady was drinking juice.

She was drinking a mixture of paprika and carrot like a grown man.

“Oh no, something bad happened.”

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The tidy young lady emptied her cup and looked at me with a fierce gaze.

“What is this…?”

“…Paprika juice.”

“Pap… paprika?”

With a pfft, the young lady spit out the juice from her mouth.

“Oops…!”

The young lady collapsed while spitting out the juice.

It was a somewhat successful assassination.

***

I was able to start the day feeling good. It felt like my body was flying without the pain.

The young lady was in a bad mood.

The young lady glared at me.

“Noble oppressor.”

“…”

“Noble murderer.”

“…”

“Noble assassin.”

The unintended assassination was successful, and the young lady was glaring at me, huddled in the corner of the bed.

Now, the young lady said she will never eat what I give her.

The unappeased young lady, even when I gave her three chocolates, turned her head in disgust, and with her lips pouted, she said not to even negotiate unless it’s ten.

The young lady is pouring words of resentment towards me.

She wrote it down on a piece of paper.

“Paprika is the evil of society.”

The young lady who engages in timid struggles.

I shouldn’t laugh, but I kept bursting into laughter.

The young lady yelled at me with a smile curving up at the corners of her mouth. She shouted while pursing her lips, and it was so endearing it felt maddening.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I wasn’t laughing…heh…at all.”

“You were laughing!”

“No…heh…hahahahaha! I couldn’t help it. Paprika up the nose…heh…”

The young lady nervously crumpled the paper in her hand.

“eeek…!”

Then, like a baseball player, she assumed a posture.

“Ready!”

She made a grand trajectory and…

“Toss.”

It weakly landed on the ground.

The forlorn paper ball made an awkward exchange of glances between the young lady and me.

“Heh…”

“Don’t laugh!”

Our shoulders quivered.

I couldn’t contain my laughter.

The young lady couldn’t contain her anger.

I raised my thumb toward her.

“That was an excellent trajectory. With a little more effort, you might reach it.”

The young lady threw the pen in her hand.

***

As time passed and 15 chocolates had accumulated in the young lady’s emergency pocket, she was finally able to release her frustration.

With a bright smile and chocolates peeking out between her chest, the young lady looked at me.

She offered me the warmed chocolates. Freshly heated chocolates. I should put them in the drawer.

“You’re rich. So rich!”

“…Is it really that great?”

“Yeah. Ricardo only gives me one chocolate a day.”

“That’s probably for the sake of your health, isn’t it?”

The young lady turned her head thoughtfully.

“That’s noble harassment. I’m going to report it to the Noble Human Rights Committee.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“There isn’t.”

I was the one getting back the prank I had played before.

After a long breakfast, the young lady pointed to a corner of the room with her finger.

A gift wrapped in sparkling paper with a ribbon. It was a belated birthday present that I couldn’t give earlier due to a scar.

The young lady pointed to the gift with her finger and said,

“That. Bring it to me.”

“Is that a gift?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

With a rustling sound, I handed the gift to the young lady.

Ahem! The young lady cleared her throat and said,

“Turn off the lights and close your eyes.”

I smiled faintly and followed the young lady’s instructions.

The lights went out.

The young lady made a rustling sound again, starting to pile chocolates on a plate.

It seemed like she was making a cake.

I watched with satisfaction as the young lady took chocolates from her pocket, keeping my eyes half-closed.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

“Okay.”

“Seriously, don’t open your eyes.”

“I won’t.”

The young lady smiled contentedly.

Rustle. Rustle. The sound of tearing wrapping paper could be heard. It seemed like it wasn’t easy to tear it open, and the young lady was making a loud effort, saying, “Hah! Huff!”

Sniff. She wiped her nose on her dress.

Wiped her dress again.

She didn’t look like a noble young lady.

It seemed like the preparations were almost done.

She placed a candle on the chocolate cake she had made, cleared her throat, and her appearance as she cleared her throat was revealed to my open eyes.

“Now that it’s ready, try opening your eyes,” said the young lady.

Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Although the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, the hazy atmosphere remained unchanged.

A young lady with a chocolate-crusted cake and gloves caught my eye. Her radiant smile was more beautiful than ever.

She placed a plate on the bed and held a gift in her hand.

“Gloves, are they?”

“Yes, it’s winter now. Your hands might hurt from the cold.”

Beige gloves with yellow chick embroidery. It was the lady’s thoughtful gesture for the winter.

She started putting the gloves on my hands.

Her cautious, unfamiliar touch on my cold hands oddly made me feel good.

Warm and cozy.

As she put on the gloves, the lady said to me,

“It’s a bit late, but happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you anything expensive.”

The lady lowered her head and said to me.

I shook my head and replied,

“It feels more precious to me than a million gold.”

“…It’s a one-gold piece.”

She was candid about unnecessary things.

The gloves began to warm my hands. Emotions welled up within me, and my heart felt warm.

About three minutes passed.

As she helped me put on the gloves, the lady made a strange noise.

“Huh…?”

She exerted herself and tried to pull the glove off my hand.

It was stuck, refusing to come off.

The lady looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her nostrils flared, and her nose started to run.

“Is it too small?”

I awkwardly smiled and said,

“It fits perfectly.”

“Shh…! Don’t lie…”

The young lady cried,

blaming the maid she had mistakenly bought the wrong size for.

“Waaahhh!!!”

She sobbed loudly.

I thought to myself,

how could I dislike such a young lady.

***

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