I felt calm.
When Creet always woke up lately, she often woke up with headaches and mild pain, but her head awoke in an instant as if it had cleared from her head. I haven't woken up like this in a long time. I was wondering if it would have been a good idea to take a nap at all, Creet while I was thinking with my eyes closed, but I have a soft discomfort in my head and feel strange.
When I opened my eyes, I just had an eye contact with someone, and Creet was surprised, but she didn't put it in her attitude. They were probably surprised, too. Open your brown eyes and gaze at Creet.
Neither Creet, nor the woman had uttered a word with only eyes in sight, and it had solidified. They were silently eyeing each other as if they were dealing with wildlife that jumped and fled when they moved poorly.
There is silence between the bundles, and something warm gently leaves the head of the Creet. Yeah, when Creet realized if it was a person's hand, the woman who seemed to have put her hand on Creet's forehead stood up quietly without saying anything, holding what looked like a cleaning tool in her hand, and walked out.
"Excuse me."
Once she bowed her head to Creet and told her only one word of it, she walked out of the room. Looking at Pathan and the closed door, Creet didn't know how to react, just dropped him off.
A little blurry, Creet realizes that her head is unparalleled neat these days and hurries to remove her pocket watch from her chest. Because I wondered if she was going to sleep for a long time. But when I saw the clock, the time had not passed greatly as Creet had planned, and I exhaled a sigh of relief. Well, if you really need me, someone should be flying the "call bird".
Slowly getting up and sitting back in the chair, Creet remembers what happened earlier. I've seen women now. Good memory, too. Creet hardly ever forgets a face I've seen once. It would be a new woman in the last year or two. I've made a few mistakes in the hallway. But of course we never talked about it.
From where I had the cleaning tools, I guess I came to clean this room and noticed Creet. And it means he was being touched on his own. Normally, it's an uneasy event. There was also the possibility that he would be attacked in his sleep to make a fait accompli and force him to marry. I can't help but notice that there are many active women in the Lukot country. Creet in particular is in a high position and has good character. Although women have often been forced to do so for a long time, Creet does not like aggressive women who are attentive. Because the house is a warlord lineage, there are many people who are attentive, and I still didn't want to choose that kind of person for my wife if I were to play. I guess that's why I'm still unmarried.
"Are you tired and relaxed………"
It was a pompous and squeaky creet, but I wasn't uncomfortable. That's because that woman didn't have that kind of pushy vibe. It was like air. I wasn't expecting anything from Creet. Normally, if you're after Creet, they should still talk to you after Creet wakes up. I guess that woman didn't think Creet was going to wake up. The eyes that opened were filled with surprises and evils.
He had soft, warm hands. When that hand left Creet, Creet felt a strange sense of loss.
He was a blurry creature sitting in a chair, but he regained his mind and stood up. Rested enough. Besides, my head is so neat. I think I can work efficiently now.
I haven't felt comfortable in a long time and Creet left the room.
Creet is still tired today.
The other day, Henry was impressed by the proposed development of the river with his head, which was in excellent shape thanks to his nap, and the work progressed well that day.
But that is a story of the day.
From the next day onwards, when he was stuck at work, he lost his mind and Creet stared at the paperwork with a difficult face. Creet has been feeling it lately. I'm not getting more tired because I'm older. It's getting harder with the work we're dealing with. Creet thought calmly that it might be tough to keep this standard of work going day and night. But work is on the increase.
Ever since then, I was mistaken for that young woman. He bowed his head and said hello, but looked a little uncomfortable. Creet also decided to just respond to the greeting lightly. I don't have a particular topic to talk to, and I'm not going to bother to steam back about that time.
Still, I was tired today, so I tried to rest just a little bit, so why did I head to the file room in that example? Think about it later. Creet ends up wondering because she - she missed Priscia again. I didn't think so then.
When the tired creet opened the door, a woman who was knocking on the dust on the material in the room turned around and gave her a slightly surprised look. Then I bow my head. It was an elegant and neat thank you. Creet thought you behaved well. Creet, who walks in the royal palace without being here, is also unconscious and watchful of the different human beings. Among other things, she is beautiful in posture and swinging. I have the impression that I am a person who is well-behaved.
"Sorry, I'm done cleaning..."
She cleaned up her cleaning gear in an unfortunate manner.
"No, don't worry about me. You just keep going. Looks like I got in the way of cleaning last time."
"... you're getting dusty"
With another troubled smile on Creet's words, she looked at the small window that was open. The look on her face was like hoping that the dust that she had caused to dance from the dossier earlier would fly away quickly.
Creet sat in a chair and watched her like that. He carefully wrapped his brown hair together, but when he hit the light entering through the window he looked like a blonde. I guess she has brown hair close to blonde hair.
"I am Creet Brody………"
When Creet named her, she looked back in a haphazard manner and named her back with graceful thanks as Creet narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know about Master Brody. I have been a woman since last year. My name is Priscia Rand."
"Speaking of the Lands, you're noble."
As Creet fished her memory, Priscia smiled after looking surprised.
"I didn't know you even knew a small house like ours."
"The Lands have long been a solid and good nobleman."
"My family would be delighted to hear you say that from Brody. Thank you very much."
Priscia seemed really happy. Creet feels a little ticklish. The Brody and Priscia Lands of Creet are very different in character and wealth. However, even Creet, who remembers almost every noble name, had the name of the Rand family in his ear. Solid, elegant and honest. But that is the backbone of the survival of the Rand family in its flourishing aristocracy.
"Have you been working at the Royal Palace since last year?"
"Yes. It's just been a year. I went to school. I got a message from my school."
"Well, you were brilliant."
"No, such………………"
To Creet's words, Priscia is smiling as troubled. It's been a long time since I've had a public conversation with a young woman close to meeting me like this. But I didn't feel bad. Fresh and a little tired at work.
"The Royal Palace will be busy. My family has always allowed me to work."
"I have a younger brother in my house, so thankfully my parents said I should do whatever I wanted. Now the gates are opening for women."
"Right. There have been more women in many positions. Good thing."
"Yes."
Before nodding Priscia, Creet hesitated a little but decided to listen.
"By the way, the other day………"
"My apologies for your rudeness."
As Creet thought, when she hinted about the other day, Priscia lowered her head a lot.
"No, I don't want you to apologize for anything, I meant..."
With that said, Creet regretted hearing something stupid. Is there only one possibility, such as intent? Touch the sleeping man. The sincerity is nothing but "favor". There is no reason to know how deep that favor has reached. Is it just a play or a heavy one I had so I could burn it more than before?
Still, there will be no touching the opposite sex with no interest at all. Especially since Creet is so talkative from Priscia that she can't even talk easily. If you touch a person like that without meaning, a normal person would know that it would be a problem. Especially from Creet, this Priscia doesn't look like the kind of person who can't figure that out. You look like a woman who's giving up minutes.
The reason why such a woman touched the sleeping creet indifferently. I regretted what would happen if I bothered to spit it out of Priscia's mouth. It's embarrassing to be a woman. Besides, even if you confess here that you "admired Brody more than you used to," you can only have trouble as a creator. I don't feel comfortable saying no with the awkward air.
With that in mind, Priscia muttered in a small voice, "Well... Master Brody seems tired..." When Creet looks up at Priscia, Priscia seems sorry for making her body so small as to be pathetic.
"I'm really sorry for being rude... it doesn't mean a lot... I just couldn't help but notice that Brody, who is asleep, was tired..."
"You said you comforted me?
10 laughed bitterly at being sympathetic to a woman who would be younger, and sarcastically, when Creet heard, Priscia made her body smaller. It's like he's bullying. Creet coughs up small to delude. After swimming her eyes to think with her eyebrows lowered, Priscia said, "You know, you might think it's an absurd story!" I stared back at Creet like I thought I would.
"Yeah?"
"Well, my hand seems to have a healing effect, and... I was wondering if I could get a little tired of Brody."
"Are you a magician?
Creet raises her eyebrows. There's no way a precious magician is a working woman in a place like this. When she accidentally sounded suspicious, Priscia shook her head.
"No, I have been diagnosed with no magic. Still, for some reason, I seem to have a little power in my hand... something I haven't told anyone but my family."
Priscia grabbed the cleaning tool with a narrow shoulder and stood on the spot. I guess the fact that I didn't say anything other than family meant that I kept it a secret. But he decided he couldn't explain it to Creet without saying it. Creet looks at Priscia with her hands on her chin.
A normal woman.
I've been out of school for a year, so I guess I'm about 20 years old. Perhaps because of his good demeanor and posture he went to the school of demeanor rather than his noble daughter. There are a limited number of people who can work in the Royal Palace. The fact that I was recommended by the school seems to me to have been purely excellent. The Royal Palace must know the rigors of its work. I don't make recommendations because I'm noble. The person who recommended it for such a reason stopped after less than a week, and a disgust is sent from the royal palace to the school.
I'm under the impression that you're settling in for your young age, but otherwise you looked like a mediocre woman. But that's something I like. Above all, Creet thinks it's not mediocre to have no bad impressions at all, but rather extraordinary.
Even if I look at my boss's words and attitude towards Creet, I don't have charm, and I have a decent personality. I guess it's also a serious personality from cleaning such a lonely room by myself.
It didn't look like he was trying to attract Creet's interest by telling lies or anything.
"What is the healing effect?
You felt Creet's gaze move into Priscia's hands, and Priscia regained her grip uncomfortably.
"It's not like I can heal or treat you, but my family has told me that touching my hand can cause pain and fatigue. My family tells me I've been nursing my brother for a long time, so I think I might have been able to help."
"My brother, are you sick?
"No, I'm feeling better now"
"That was good. - I'm interested. Can I touch your hand?
Creet confirms touching an elderly woman. Originally, Creet has the personality to investigate until she feels that something is wrong. I guess that's why they call it excellent.
Priscia nodded and approached Creet. And reach out to the creature sitting on the bench.
"Um, can I touch it? Because it doesn't make sense if you don't touch the place in question."
"Oh, that's right. Then please."
As Creet nodded, Priscia reached out in horror and gently touched Creet's head. My fingers slip with hesitation. My right hand softly hits the temples of my Creet.
"... eh"
Creet opened her eyes unexpectedly. As soon as Priscia's warm hand touched her, some dull and painful headache disappeared. With his hands on his chin, Creet explored how his body was. For a moment I thought it was because people's hands had changed their mind when they touched it, but concentrating my consciousness on my head didn't bring the pain back.
"Can you get your hands off me?
"Yes."
Honestly, Priscia pulls her hand. After a few seconds, the dull pain returned to Creet's head again.
"Put your hands on me again."
"Yes."
Priscia put her hands gently on Creet's head again, as she said. The pain disappears in an instant.
……
Creet put her hand on his chin in that condition and thought. That's like a habit when Creet thinks. Creet understood that Priscia's words were true.
She does seem to have some strange powers in her hands. I'm still experiencing it with myself. When the fast switching creet understood it as a fact, she was also convinced of Priscia's words and actions.
It would be the kindness of Priscia that she reached out to the sleeping creet the other day. He said he had been nursing his brother for a long time, so maybe he couldn't leave Creet alone who seemed tired. The fact that the younger woman's brother was treated is a laugh, but Creet looks up at Priscia standing in front of her, wondering if she has a gentle personality. Priscia stood still on Creet's head with a tense look on her face.
It does feel good. Looks like her hands are sucking away all the fatigue. Creet made me want you to keep your hands on it all the time.
I mean, Creet's very tired.
"By putting your hands on it, is there no harm to you? It's like you're gonna carry your fatigue instead."
"No, it doesn't affect me at all. Instead, you can feel calm."
I asked worried about the feeling that Priscia would suck away Creet's fatigue, but that seemed worrying. If I knew that, Creet's decision was quick. Creet is a reasonable man. Sometimes people often say "too rational to have emotions" around them.
"How much time do you have?"
"If you have enough..."
When Priscia replied that she didn't know the intent of Creet's question, she took out her pocket watch and offered it to Priscia.
"Then hang out with me in the meantime. If anyone asks you anything, you can answer that you were helping me with my job. Wake me up in half an hour."
When Creet pressed her pocket watch against Priscia, she fell asleep in her bench. In a hurry, Priscia receives the clock and rests her hand on the head of the sleeping creature. Creet exhaled satisfactorily, keeping her eyes closed. Priscia crouched beside Creet and stared at Creet's face in disdain. Creet doesn't even care about Priscia's gaze, she's in complete rest. Maybe he's already falling asleep.
(Is that okay? This………)
Priscia gripped her pocket watch with her left hand in a grip. My right palm is hot and paralyzed. It's a testament to Creet's tiredness. Creet, sleeping in a cramped long chair, still seemed at ease. If I was watching that, Priscia's mouth would loosen.
Unlike before, I'm not touching it on my own. Creet wants me to touch you. Creet knew the power of Priscia's hand and decided to use it effectively.
Even Priscia is a young woman, so this situation is never unpleasant. They're older, but they're young, nice men, and they're as great as they are on the clouds, excellent people. I can't help but think that such an amazing person needs the help of his hand.
Please sleep in peace now alone, Priscia smiled as she looked at Creet's sleeping face.