My name is Phylia.
I was a slave to a grocery store owner in a town called Phils, ruled by Count Philliam, but one day I was being subjected to violence from beating and kicking from an angry adventure-style man who had touched the sword of a man with a large adventure-style body.
I lost consciousness, thinking I was going to die like this, but there was nothing I could do about it.
When I realized it, I slept in a bed in a room that was cramped with furniture and bedding that looked like luxury like I'd seen when I used to spend time with my father and mother.
Being a slave, I couldn't possibly be in bed, so I nodded and let go of consciousness again in my comfortable bed wondering if I was dead.
Waking up again, this time an old maid-style woman I had never even seen was peeking into my face.
I woke up in shock, but the woman put me back to bed and told me how I had been in the same condition.
The maid's name was Hannah, and she named herself a maid serving the Brutzelles Borderline Uncle.
And you told me that it was Master Christoph, the second son of the Brutozelles Borderline Uncle family, who helped me, but at first I couldn't understand what he was talking about.
I'm a slave, not a human being.
It is impossible to think of me as a nobleman, but also that the family of the great nobleman, the Brutozelles Border Uncle, would be more helpful and healing.
I knew it myself, but my injury should have been pretty serious, and it takes a lot of money to heal my injury, even I know it.
And there is no nobleman who pays a fortune to heal his slave injuries.
You just have to throw away anything that's broken, so...
"Thank you, Master, for your help. My name is Filia."
Christophe, who picked me up and treated me as a heavily injured slave, had a very beautiful face with white skin on her beautiful blonde hair.
I've never seen anyone more beautiful.
"I'm Christoph. Call me Christoph, not your husband. And how are you feeling?
"Thanks to you, it doesn't hurt anywhere. Dear Christoph."
I was thrilled to be scolded and beaten to call your husband, a great nobleman, by his name, but Christoph asked me to smile and say it was good.
After that, Master Christoph asked me a lot about why I had become a slave and what I could do, but I did not cover up and talk.
"I'll be educated as a samurai about Hannah for a while. Until we're alone, it's my exclusive maid tour."
Even though she is a slave, Lady Christoph has a slightly alienated idea.
"Yes, I understand."
Master Christoph suddenly laughed.
"Because it doesn't have to change that much. Relax more."
"I just need to get out of my shoulder," Christopher said, if I had trouble being relaxed and not being able to do that.
And he added, "Don't tell Hannah," too.
Hannah asked me that Mr. Christoph was strictly instructed to be concerned about Mr. Christoph's physical condition as an exclusive samurai because he was born so sick that he slept until he was eleven years old that his heart had stopped several times.
And I was surprised when I heard you had lost your memory before you were eleven.
Master Christoph says he can turn thirteen soon enough, but he only has one and a half years of memory.
Isn't that very sad?
If I were in that state, I wouldn't be able to act as bright as that.
Master Christoph is so smiling at those around him that he doesn't make you feel that way.
I don't know what I can do at this time, but I thought I had to protect Lord Christoph!
I later asked Christophe himself if he was not anxious to lose his memory, but he said he thought it was more meaningful to think positively about what he was going to do than to worry about that and think negatively. He's a strong heart.