Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Well, the kitchen at the Lordship Hall is on the ground floor.

Wearing soft cloth shoes inside, I proceed down the corridor of a hard gray stone floor.

Slightly fluffy, but still doesn't seem to have a problem walking. It's later than usual, but I'll walk right up to the stairs and head downstairs.

There were no people in the hall just when everyone was busy having meetings or something.

Although I'm a little short of breath, I get to the kitchen.

Am I starting to prepare lunch? Smells like soup boiled with vegetables and meat. The taste of salty, mellow soup comes back into your mouth, so who's going to come out?

If it drips, I have trouble wiping my mouth with my sleeve once, then opening the servant's dining room door next to the kitchen. I knew there were people there because I heard people talking from inside, so I thought there might still be some leftover space.

When I opened the door at a condition I was used to, as usual, in the morning there were servant aunts doing clothes and other fixtures that the three of us had finished laundry.

"Good morning, you know, extra dinner for something..."

Don't you? I couldn't say until.

"Hey, Chiara, what are you doing!

"You had a fever. You had to sleep!

"That's not true, you shouldn't let a magician come to such a servant's hoard!

Attention was paid simultaneously. My words, etc. are wiped out, as if they were directly hit by rain debris or heavy snowstorms.

"And you said you became a magician! You're the one who's gonna do it one day..."

"I can't believe such a little girl fights. My grandchildren are about the same age as me."

"You still have two grandchildren, don't you?

"Yeah, dinner..."

Whispering my words were flushed to be caught in a transparent barrier.

"You're on the battlefield, aren't you? He said he had a fever."

"You kicked 10,000 soldiers!? You're not the same girl who's going to be your wife's maid."

We'll have to wait until this storm stops. Thinking so with a slightly blurred head, heavenly help came.

"Guys, they're sick, so don't talk too much!

It was Harris, a cook apprentice boy with a familiar face, who broke in between me and the aunts who were standing up from their seats and approaching me as I stood by the door.

The aunts will return it to me and put away the bullet talk. Thanks.

But you looked back at me, Harris, and now you're paying attention to me.

"That way too. You had a bell in your room, didn't you?

"Yeah, there was..."

So I thought calling people was a little... so I walked in. But Harris, you say it's no good. [M]

"Not only are you sick, but Chiara's not in the same position as a regular servant anymore"

"But I'm no different than me..."

"Didn't you become a magician knowing that would happen? I heard the sorcerer is in a position to tell the royal family. In fact, I heard Chiara was talking to the prince intimately. You should behave in a way that suits that position, right?

Harris, who scolded me, lowered the edge of his brow, which was feeling a little hoisted, adding as troubled.

"We're in a position where no one can replace us, so we're going to have to act commensurate with that. Chiara's work has changed."

If they say so, I can't help but nod as far as I'm concerned. Indeed, I am no longer a samurai. And the meeting was a higher seat than a knight captain or a defensive captain.

Surely a knight captain or a defensive captain wouldn't come all the way here and have dinner directly.

"Yeah...... sorry. Then I'm glad you brought something to the room because I'm hungry."

"Then ask Maya to wait in her room."

I soothed my expression, Harris, because you undertook for me, and I decide to go back to my room.

I was about to close the dining room door, and my aunts said, "You... good luck" and "You can rest today. You can't cut a defeated thought," said the chef. "Ha!? It's not like that!?" Harris, I heard your voice.

Apparently, Mr. Harris, everyone was mistaken for being close to me, a girl my age. If I went to correct him in his honor, I felt like I was going to confuse the spot the other way around, so I'm sorry but I'm going to leave as I am.

Or it's getting a little harder to stand and walk.

"I looked a little too sweet..."

When I woke up, I felt better because my fever had dropped a little.

Go up the stairs to get back early. But that was the hardest part. I just reached upstairs and I crouch on the spot.

"Ugh. That's faster."

If this is the case, I should have slept twice and endured hunger. Then the sweet Maya would have arranged a lot for me.

"Why did you think I'd move myself?"

I know the fever was driving me crazy, but I did something really stupid.

I was resting with reflection and regret, and after the sound of some door upstairs opening and closing, my name was called to my surprise.

"Chiara? What are you doing here?

I looked up a little bit and saw Reggie rushing over in a rare but hurry.

Was he also traveling only inside the hall, with no escort, and his clothes were as simple as weaving a light yellow jacket on his shirt with feathers?

I'm crouching at the edge of the stairs, so I guess I figured out I wasn't feeling well. Reggie, kneeling nearby, immediately puts her hand on my forehead.

I accidentally put my shoulders up and down.... because I remember being stroked in the head while I was asleep.

Reggie, on the other hand, clouded her expression.

"I still have a high fever. How did you get out here by yourself?"

"Ugh, I'm hungry for you..."

I wanted to keep quiet about wandering too hungry, but even if I kept it to myself, Reggie would be made to confess. Give up and be honest, Reggie smiles like trouble.

"Chiara really sounds like a kid. Okay, grab it."

"Ah."

I thought you told me to grab it on my shoulder. Soon I can be held up with my knee back and back supported.

It would be because of further growth in two years. It's so embarrassing to be in a way that wraps it up more softly than it was when I was hugged before.

But that's not all. I couldn't wait to see Reggie's face, her lips.

When I remembered doubting Reggie that she might have been kissed, I was kind of suddenly conscious. I nod my face unexpectedly.

"Well, if you take a break, you can move around on your own."

I try to figure out if I can get out of here, but Reggie refuses me easily.

"You didn't look like that, did you?

"But if you get sick and throw up on Reggie's shoulder, it's catastrophic!

That's why I was going to convince Reggie to let me down, but Reggie didn't make me look good.

"It doesn't matter. Because I don't get angry that a sick person was force majeure. Don't worry. Look, you should just lean back and make it easier."

Reggie slightly shifted the place to lift me up a little and support me with her arms, letting my head lean against my own shoulder.

Ugh. Sure, this is an easier attitude, but I can't wait for Reggie's beautiful jaw to be at the end of her eyes and nose and be able to observe her mouth movements closely.

I feel the fever has gone up extra.

With such a princess holding me, Reggie just goes up the stairs.

It's amazing that it doesn't seem heavy at all. In terms of height difference, it's like I'm going up the stairs with a kid about senior year in elementary school. Absolutely not. Me.

I mean, isn't Reggie heavy? What if they think it's heavy?

That's where I notice all the time. Mr. Cain knows my weight, too! Whoa, whoa, whoa, when this heat goes down, we'll definitely diet already.

While I was making a fuss in my head, Reggie went up to the third floor and arrived to my room.

Clever enough, when Reggie opened the door herself, there was Maya and Cain, who probably came to see how things were going.

"Chiara, where have you been?

"I'm hungry."

He laughs when he dulls, and Reggie puts me to sleep on the bunk. Before that, Mya was making me take off my shoes.

I wrapped it in a hanging cloth and thought I'd have to thank you for now.

"Um, Reggie, thank you. And Cain, please come and see me..."

"Looks like you got a little fever. Good."

Mr. Cain flaunts his mouth to such an extent that he understands.

"You can't do this anymore, Chiara."

"Your Highness is right. Don't walk around because you're hungry, even though the fever is still high. Do you have any water?

Reggie is noticed, followed by Maya asking if there is any water. Whether it was because of walking around or because of the fever, I decided to have it because my throat was dry again.

Wake up just a little bit, get a cup from Maya and drink it.

The water that should be a little warm feels cold. But thanks to that, I felt calm in my head, which seemed to boil a little.

Returning the cup, the received Mr. Maya began to soak the cloth in the vanity after putting it back on the table. The fever is high, so I guess you have it ready for me to wake up.

At that time, Mr. Cain inadvertently came by and reached out.

"Oh, Mr. Chiara, the water"

Did you not drink well or did you spill it?

I tried to pluck it with my own hands, but before that, my fingertips touch next to my lips.

My spine trembled unexpectedly.

Because Mr. Cain's fingers glued a piece of his lip at his fingertips just for a moment after plumbing the edge of his mouth like a child.

Unexpectedly rounded my eyes, Mr. Cain asked me, "What's wrong?" He asks.

His expression slightly difficult to understand emotions as usual, as if nothing had happened.

I... I just had to think that this was an accident.

I just happened to touch it...... I think. Otherwise, I don't know how to talk to Mr. Cain from now on.

"Yes, no"

Shaking his neck slightly to the side, I gently fell asleep and pulled up the top hanging to hide my face.

"You should rest now. I'll see you later, Chiara."

Meanwhile, Mya, who was squeezing a cloth dipped in the lavatory water provided on the table, puts it on my forehead and strokes my head.

But for a moment before she urged Reggie and the others to leave.

I could see Reggie pointing a curse at Mr. Cain and, rarely, Mr. Cain staring back at it.

They also leave the room immediately.

Now I guess it's because my capacity has settled down, because you don't think someone needs to be following me all the time, and the last time I left the room, I heard Maya lock me up.

I'm relieved that no one is here but my master.

And although I just saw it, I wanted to think about what bothered me, but the sleep prompted by heat scatters my thoughts.

"I see, that's the effect, Ichihi"

And my master's usual way of laughing made me kind of anxious today.