As you can tell, when Priscia spoke exactly half an hour later, Creet opened her eyes like a hundred million bucks and then nodded, "Oh time?" When Priscia releases her hand, she is unconscious or Creet follows that hand with her eyes. The gaze seemed kind of unfortunate, and Priscia lit up inside.
"That's a great effect. I feel like I slept more than I slept overnight."
"I'm glad I'm useful."
Creet had an extraordinarily neater look than when she came to this room and rang her neck.
"This afternoon's work is going to be very difficult thanks to you."
Priscia smiles at the words. Seeing such Priscia, Creet opened her mouth after showing a little thought.
"I know it's brilliant, but I need a favor from you."
"What is it?
"Is it possible to continue to have this kind of time occasionally?
Priscia opens her eyes to the request of Creet. Creet smiled bitterly and clapped her shoulders.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I haven't been doing very well lately. But the other day, when I got you to put your hand on it, I'm still doing great. If I can give you some time, maybe once a few days, maybe you can hang out for half an hour."
"Is Master Brody properly asleep at night?
"... not really. There are temporal problems, and I sleep shallower year after year, making it harder to get tired. Years."
Seeing Creet smiling bitterly made Priscia purely worried. It's about as much as asking such a little girl to do, so isn't it really a real problem? It is the Creet who is said to be entrusted with the most responsible task among the Under-Secretaries responsible for national policy. If that person falls, he or she will be involved in the country's problems. Besides, Creet says she's "old" herself, but she's still young. It doesn't seem like it's a story to be fooled by a word of "year".
"If it's okay with me, please use it anytime"
"When is the time available?
"I've been on lunch break for an hour since 1: 00, so basically for that time. If you tell me the rest, I'll spare you some time."
"Right. I don't get to rest regularly at meetings……"
"Then take a lunch break, I'll be in this room as long as I can, so come and rest whenever you can"
"No, I'm sorry about that. I won't be able to come every day either, so I'll take your lunch break away."
Creet said no once, but Priscia said, "It's okay. Because I always have extra time off," he smiled quietly. When I saw that face, I thought to myself that Creet rarely said, "If that's what you're going to say, let's be sweet." I can also say that I am so attracted to Priscia's hands. I guess it's only at times like this that I can use "call birds" to summon Priscia in my free time, but "call birds" are only assigned to high-ranking people.
"Then I guess I'll let your words sweeten me."
"I'm honored to be of service," Priscia smiled when Creet accepted the offer. Then Priscia gets a little lost and still says this would be better said. Because Creet is a man and Priscia is a woman.
"Um...... I have a pure respect for Master Brody. As a country, Brody is a very important person…… I intend to work for my country because I want to be useful. So this is…………"
"Oh, I know. I guess you're trying to say that you have no personal feelings for me."
"… Um…… Yes, I do…"
Priscia glanced at Creet, saying it herself, wondering if it would have been rather rude. Of course, to tell the truth, the person in front of you is a very attractive man. The future is a fully promised status, the family is an upstream nobleman, and it doesn't look bad. Unless you're a woman loud enough for your taste, Creet would be an ideal match. That's why Priscia even dared to speak to herself to draw a line.
Priscia intends to defend herself. You can't have any special feelings for Creet, and that'll get him in trouble, too. This is only a "rest your tired superiors" job.
Precisely reading Priscia's feelings like that, Creet loosened her mouth.
Creet likes people like that, not just women. People who calmly identify their abilities and positions and use them lightly. If I disagree, I can say that I don't like people who overconfidence their power and involve others and cause trouble.
I liked Priscia's attitude. You could use your hands as a shield to sweeten or flatter your relationship. This still young daughter is solid.
That's why Creet also decided to have a secret time with Priscia.
Most importantly, the power of Priscia is fascinating. How about now, my head is incredibly neat. I only slept half an hour.
Creet looked up at Priscia, who looked sorry. It would also be rude to say clearly "I'm not looking at you as a man," and I guess I'm having trouble with that.
"I intend to understand your feelings properly. Thank you. I appreciate your cooperation."
When Creet said calmly, Priscia loosened her expression like a ho, seemed like a daughter around that age, and for the first time honestly laughed. Seeing that smile, I didn't even realize that my heart was shaking a little.
Then they started spending only a short time during the day together. Of course, Creet is very busy, so she can't go to Priscia's waiting room every day. Still adjusted my time so I could go once every three days. Most importantly, for myself, for work. Rest, guided by the hands of Priscia, has tremendous effect. Once I tasted it, I couldn't do it anymore. When I get tired, "I want that hand," my desire goes around in my head.
Priscia herself enjoyed spending her daily lunch break in a small room. Nothing. Creet doesn't have to come. In a quiet room with no one, it was a hospitable time in my busy job to read and relax even in the book. Until now, I've had a lot of dinner in the dining room with my coworkers' ladies, but my coworkers didn't seem to care about Priscia coming out of that circle. I appreciate the free air around here.
For a creet who doesn't know when to come, meals are prepared that can be carried, and Priscia eats quietly in a small room by herself. I never eat with Creet. Sometimes I worry that this guy will be eating lunch properly.
Something like that made Priscia bring in sweets as well. When I divide it into creets, he eats it once and for all, laughing bitterly. I don't seem to hate sweet things. Knowing Priscia's care, Creet has given her a dime.
"No, I can't have this stuff"
"As a superior officer who eats your after-dinner pleasures, let me give you some money."
"No... because it's something I want to eat and bring"
"As a man who is older than you and has more money than you, it involves my selling ticket if I'm just getting it. The truth is, I'm holding you for lunch break, and I want to pay you back."
"You can't do that. I can't take that."
"Yeah, so take this."
Creet grinned bitterly at Priscia, who was frightened, pushing only the confectionery bill. Priscia had to lower her brow to receive it. In the end, I let him be a little depressed.
But Creet also occasionally feels like she's looking forward to the treats that Priscia brings, so I decided to switch there.
The first few times they started spending time together, Priscia sat on the floor next to Creet, who lay down in a bench, and put her hands on it, but Creet showed difficulty with it. He was concerned that he was sitting a woman on the floor. When Priscia said she would bring the chair next, Creet told Priscia to sit on the bench too, "if you like," after a little thought. And then I realized that Priscia had wings to put on her knee pillow, and I thought, "Whatever this is..." but Creet seemed satisfied. Wouldn't it be unnecessarily cramped even though it was a narrow bench originally?
As a creature, it was the result of a rational thought, but once I had my knee pillow on, I became accustomed to its too cozy. Instead of a stiff chair, he has a soft person's temperature on his head, and Priscia's hand touches Creet more than ever. I was aware that I was unworthy and sweet to myself and to the younger women, but there I am a sensible man. In a short time, I was reopening it to see if I could get tired more than ever.
Using her position above that of Priscia, she stabbed the nail saying, "You don't have to bring the chair," and Priscia obediently lent her knee to Creet from then on.