Chapter 112
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Scene 112 Acting Spoiled
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Ung.
Wendy was basking in the warmth under the blankets.
She couldnt remember when she had fallen asleep.
Right now, she just wanted to relax in this pleasant languor.
Good smell.
Something reassuring wafted from the blankets.
A familiar scent one that somehow made her happy.
Right. This is definitely his smell.
Huh?
Realizing this, Wendy opened her eyes.
She was in an old-fashioned room.
Luxurious decorations adorned it everywhere. No, upon closer inspection, nothing cheap was in sight.
The blanket covering her was incredibly soft, and at its edge was an embroidered black lion crest. That was none other than the symbol of this mansions master.
Which meant.
Wh-why am I here.
Only then did Wendy realize where she was. It was her master, Count Tristans bedroom.
If word got out that a mere servant like her had slept in her masters bed, it would be a disaster.
Wendy hurriedly tried to get out of bed.
At that moment, something squirmed under the blankets.
A chill ran down her spine.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
This was Tristans bedroom. Did that mean the one sleeping with her was?
Steel ing herself, Wendy cautiously lifted the blanket.
But what was there was not at all what she expected.
About ten years old, perhaps.
It was a girl with striking lemon-yellow sparkling hair. She wore lemon-colored pajamas and was hugging a pillow in her sleep.
Uung. Mama.
Um, excuse me.
Hm?
At Wendys call, the girl opened her eyes.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes as she sat up, the girl yawned and said,
Did you sleep well?
Y-yes? Y-yeah.
Nice to meet you. Though this is our first time meeting in person.
Th-you know me?
Uuung. Im Lili.
Stretching, Lili gazed at Wendy with soulful eyes and said,
Im the god wholl be your backer.
G-god?!
Ung.
Wendy couldnt help but be flustered.
Not only had she slept in the same bed as this stranger girl, but the girl was calling herself a god.
As far as Wendy knew, gods were lofty beings who only appeared before heroes destined to save the world.
Perhaps one of those gods had appeared because of the heros blood flowing in her veins.
Wendy carefully examined the girl.
The girl exuded a unique aura.
A glow, maybe.
Sparkling things like heat haze floated around her. At the same time, she felt an aura unlike that of ordinary people.
This left Wendy with no choice but to drop her doubts. As she bowed her head, Lili stopped her.
Uung. I dont like that stuff. Being a god isnt that great anyway. That kind of greeting is just uncomfortable.
Y-yes.
Obediently following Lilis words, Wendy asked just in case,
But. Am I dead, by any chance?
No. You were one step from death. If it werent for your master, you wouldve died.
Only then did Wendy recall how the count had come to her rescue in the jaws of death.
Th-the count! Is he safe?!
Ung. Hes fine.
Thank goodness. Really, thank goodness.
Relieved, Wendy hugged the blanket close.
Seeing this, Lili said in her still-sleepy voice,
I watched your performance well. I judged that you have the qualities to become a hero.
Me, a hero?
Yeah. Talent aside, your spirit of sacrifice is one of the qualities a hero should have.
Wendy remembered how she had fought with her life on the line inside the barrier.
She never imagined that act would catch a gods eye.
Lili yawned sleepily.
Soon, this world will need heroes. I want to push you as a prime hero candidate.
S-suddenly like that.
Im not saying become one right now. Take your time to think. I just came to give you options. Heroes get various privileges.
Wendy fell into thought.
Even after learning her ancestor was a legendary hero, her life hadnt changed much.
Because Wendy hoped to live as Tristans exclusive maid, not as a hero.
But she didnt think she could run from fate forever.
With the heros blood in her, she would eventually face it.
Still, until that day came, Wendy wanted to stay by Tristans side. She wanted to help him, even a little.
Oh, right.
As if remembering something, Lili held out her hand.
Give me your palm.
Y-yes? Y-yeah.
Lili placed something on Wendys palm.
It was a lemon-glowing coin.
This is my sponsorship money.
Sp-sponsorship?
Yeah. This is a miracle coin. Collect them and buy miracles from me. So hide it before anyone sees.
Th-thank you.
As Wendy pretended to put it in her pocket, the coin vanished in an instant.
At the same time, a message appeared before her eyes.
100 coins sponsored from a god.
-Sponsor: Lili
-Sponsor Message: Heeung. Mama.
Huh?
Staring blankly at the mystical message in the air for a moment, Wendy noticed Lili spreading her arms wide.
Hug me.
!..
.
H-huh?
Hug me.
Lili was pouting.
Hesitating, Wendy hugged Lili tightly as if nursing a child.
The two lay on the bed in each others embrace.
Lying in bed with a god felt strange to Wendy.
Heeung.
Savoring Wendys hug, Lili mumbled,
Ten years.
Y-yes?
In ten years like this, youll make a fine mama.
M-mama?
Ung.
Muttering something incomprehensible, Lili pulled away from Wendys arms and said,
Your dream is so sweet. Untainted, I like it. I might crash here sometimes to sleep.
My dream? So this is my dream?
Yeah. I hitchhiked into your dream for a bit. Thanks to you, I had fun. See you later.
Y-yes? What do you-.
As Wendy tried to ask, she suddenly felt emptiness beside her.
Lili?
She lifted the blanket and looked around, but Lili was gone.
Was this also a gods power?
But the place hadnt changed.
Wendy was still in the counts bedroom.
Why hadnt she woken from the dream yet.
Just as that question arose, the door opened.
Youre awake.
C-count?
Entering through the door was the head of the Ruelverta family, the Black Prince, Tristan.
Even in the dream, he had his shining good looks.
Hows your body?
G-good Im fine.
Come to think of it, there wasnt a single wound on her body.
After such a horrific injury, to be this fine.
This must still be my dream.
The puzzle in Wendys mind clicked.
A servant like her wouldnt wake up in his bedroom otherwise.
Tristan sat in the chair by the bed and opened the newspaper.
Even though it was her dream, he was elegantly dignified, just like in reality.
In that case.
Seeing him like that, a naughty thought bubbled up in Wendy.
Here, she could do the things shed secretly fantasized about.
Since it was a dream.
Gulp.
With that thought, Wendy got out of bed and approached Tristan.
To commit a little mischief.
Hm?
Without warning, Wendy sat on Tristans lap as he read the newspaper.
Ehehe.
What do you think youre doing?
Ive always wanted to try this just once.
A taboo no servant could commit.
Wendy was indulging in the mischief of sitting on her masters lap and acting spoiled.
And as expected in a dream, Tristan just mumbled without much reaction.
Is that so. If youve always wanted to try it, no helping it.
Yes!
Wendy grinned widely.
It really was a sweet dream, just like Lili said.
To be this close to him.
Confirmed it was a dream, Wendy made a bolder request.
Count. Could you pet my head?
Hm.
This time too, Tristan silently began stroking her hair.
Huee.
Feeling that gentle touch, Wendy melted into bliss and leaned against Tristan.
I feel just like a princess.
Is that so.
Seizing the moment, Wendy started listing the things shed always wanted to say.
Im always thinking of you, Count.
Yeah.
I wanted to see you.
Yeah.
Did you miss me too, Count?
Yeah.
Ehehehe. Me too!
Wendy rubbed her face in Tristans chest.
She had missed his embrace.
She had missed his scent.
In this so-vivid dream, Wendy unwittingly mumbled,
Im so happy. I wish I never had to wake from this dream.
?
At those words, Tristan, who had been nodding along, tilted his head.
Wendy.
Y-yes?
Still half-asleep?
Wendy, who had been nuzzling into Tristans chest, froze.
Unease flooded her.
No way, no way!
Th-this isnt a dream?
Tristan wordlessly brought his hand to Wendys nose.
And pinched it lightly.
H-hurts?!
Snap out of it.
Cold sweat soaked Wendys back.
No. That couldnt be.
B-but I dont have a single wound?
The university hospitals top 30 healers treated you. The best in every field worked hard on just you. But youre not fully recovered yet, so rest.
Th-then why am I in your bed, Count!?
Your cheap bed isnt fit for a patient. Sleep in mine until you recover.
With that, Tristan folded the newspaper.
And scooped Wendy up.
Eek?!
The so-called princess carry.
Wendy trembled as she looked up at Tristan.
He laid her back in bed, covered her with the blanket, and whispered,
If you want to act spoiled with me like that, do it once youre fully better.
It really wasnt a dream!
Wendys face turned beet red as she started stammering.
N-no, thats not. Count. Thats not what I!
Rest easy.
Hiiing! Please forget it!
Tristan, about to leave the bedroom, paused at the door.
Then, looking at Wendy, he said with a scoff,
Dont give me orders. Princess.