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Clumsy socializing
169 ? Clumsy Socializing #5
The lace curtains flutter in the breeze coming through the wide open windows.
If you look beyond that, what you see is a bed and a blanket that feels soft but cool and pleasant.
Sitting above it was what appeared to be a girl wearing a black dress.
Because it was a dress with lots of frills and ribbons, it looked like a doll’s dress.
I’m talking about a life-size doll sitting on the bed.
I thought so, but soon he opened his mouth and spoke.
“Sir, is it true that you saw a nymph?”
It felt like he was smiling brightly and cheerfully. But I’m not an old man. I could understand that he was hiding his identity with a suspicious mask and robe.
Anyway, I was a little surprised.
This is the daughter of a noble family.
The Enya I had met on the battlefield seemed more like a general or leader than a noble lady.
It is very moving to see the epitome of a noble young lady who has grown up so preciously.
I feel like the genre of my life has changed into a Disney story.
But the hair and eye color you see there is black.
To me, it is not a particularly special or interesting color, but in this world, black is a color that reminds me of Pluto’s realm, hell, death, and the dark valley of the dead.
That’s why it’s ominous.
It is the color of the Samaritans, who run around across the sea and the black wilderness, announcing an ominous end.
This guy, is he a Samaritan? Of course not.
“Sir, have you ever seen a real nymph?”
While I was lost in thought for a while, the Baron’s daughter Brigitte got up from her bed. She strode toward me and stood in front of me.
“What a strange mask. And he’s big. Of all the thugs my father brought, he’s the most bizarre.”
A stone-thrower?
It was only then that I remembered why I was standing here.
Whether this woman is a Samaritan or not, it doesn’t really matter to me. I just need to solve the problem of this child’s illness or whatever, get the gold bar, and run away.
But the man’s daughter, Brigitte, circles around me as if exploring me, chattering away.
“That’s a mask I’ve never seen before around here. I heard there’s going to be a mask festival soon. Is that why you’re wearing it? Or is it because your face is so ugly?”
It was like calling me ‘uncle’ when they first met. It was like suddenly teasing me by saying I was ugly. She was a cheerful girl, but she was also quite rude.
Even if she committed an act of rudeness, she would not have been hit in the head with a hammer as she was the daughter of a nobleman. I think that is why she developed this kind of personality.
“If I go this year, the festival will be really grand! I want to go there sometime. I couldn’t go last year, and I couldn’t go the year before….”
It’s funny to say it myself, but I think it would be pretty scary to be in the same room with a big guy.
Judging from the fact that there is no such appearance at all, I wonder if he is a bigot or if he trusts the security of this mansion that much.
“Have you ever been to a mask festival, sir? At the end, they set off firecrackers. You know firecrackers? They’re similar to the magic used by fire magicians. You can see them well from the window here.”
This girl, Brigitte, was babbling away at things that weren’t even asked, as if the person she was talking to was starving.
Most of it didn’t interest me that much, but my mind started to wander to a story I had heard from my father a long time ago.
I said that it is good to listen to the stories that patients tell, because they are filled with things that can be called their life story or karma.
It is said that it may contain hints that can help cure the illness you are suffering from.
They say that even suspicious acupressure or acupuncture can cure illnesses by just listening to stories.
In the past, I would have thought it was nonsense, but these days, the things my father told me are actually helpful.
“Why can’t you go to the festival? Is it because of an illness you have?”
Are there any other dangerous symptoms besides simply having smaller breasts? Perhaps it could be called a precautionary measure to avoid being caught having small breasts.
It felt a little different from that.
Brigitte lets out a slight sigh at my question.
“I wouldn’t have been able to go even if I hadn’t been sick. I haven’t left this villa since I was born.”
“Is that so?”
“My father is so overprotective of me. He thinks I’ll melt like ice when I go outside. You know, ice? It’s cold.”
Ssuk.
Brigitte, who had been circling around me, soon approached the high window.
And then, with her black hair fluttering in the blowing wind, she busily takes in the clouds, the sun, and the small world below.
“I heard it’s hard to see nymphs even when you’re out and about. Do nymphs really have pointy ears?”
“It’s kind of like that. It’s sharp, but it feels less sharp than the elves…”
“Elf? Sir, have you ever seen elves? What’s the difference between an elf and a nymph?”
After further questioning, I thought I could understand why the room of Baron Brigitte was located so high up.
This girl wanted to see further and further. If that’s true, then the highest room would be the best.
“Tell me something about the outside world. Then, even if your treatment doesn’t work out, I’ll tell my father and make sure he gets the money.”
“Have you really never been outside the mansion since you were born?”
“None, except once or twice, when I was very young.”
Being stuck in a world without the Internet would be quite boring.
No matter how big your house is and how well you wear clothes and eat good food, it’s natural to feel stuffy after a few weeks, months, or years.
I looked out from under the mask at the view from this small observation deck, and thought of all the healers the Baron had invited over the years, telling this girl about the outside world.
“Why won’t you let me go outside?”
“You’re being overprotective. No, actually, I don’t know either.”
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at my black hair blowing in the wind. The story the coachman had told me before I arrived here came back to me in a foggy flashback.
The Baron’s wife was said to have been kidnapped by the Samaritans.
Kidnapped wife.
The black-haired daughter.
This is how the genre becomes a morning drama rather than Disney.
A black-haired daughter born to my wife.
Of course you want to hide it.
Even if we had to black out this huge cage entirely.
* * *
“Oh my god, Mente Zeng-eo-ri Pye-rani. Are you saying that they really sell such horrible food outside?”
“It sounds horrible, but it’s actually delicious.”
I answered the questions of this curious young lady for a while. But still, she was busy asking other questions as if she had been starving for several days.
“I heard that adventurers eat just about anything. It seems like that’s true. When you explore, you’ll probably eat a lot of things that don’t taste good. You’ll also have to catch and eat monsters. Right?”
“It’s something like that.”
“Huh, that sounds fun. I want to try it too, adventurer. Discover treasures, explore new ruins that others haven’t seen, and swing a sword to catch goblins-.”
“I’m not an adventurer. But it wouldn’t be fun either.”
“Why?”
Why? Of course, it’s not easy to earn other people’s money.
The name adventurer sounds romantic, but when you actually try it, it’s not that fun and you end up rolling around in the mud a lot, so it’s hard.
But he didn’t bother to correct it and let me know.
It was annoying, and now it was time to stop chatting like this and focus on the original purpose I came here for.
“So, Miss Brigitte, I would like to start diagnosing your condition.”
At my words, the face that had been filled with happy imagination until just a moment ago suddenly frowns.
“I told you that my illness is one that no one can cure. Instead of that, tell me more about the outside world.”
Perhaps because she was the daughter of a noble, her demands were quite forceful. Is this the bloodline of nobles who were born to rule over others?
But it’s already been over an hour just chatting. If I keep wasting time like this, I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish my work and go home.
“It’ll be over soon. Please extend your hand.”
“Why do I need your hands to diagnose something?”
Brigitte pulled her wrists together in front of her chest and showed a very alert attitude. This made her look like a noble lady who had grown up preciously, which was refreshing.
“Hey, you’re going to take my blood and test it? I don’t do that!”
Blood? I wondered what blood it was. It seemed that some of the therapists who came before me had drawn blood and tested it.
“It doesn’t hurt at all. It doesn’t hurt at all. I’m just going to hold your wrist.”
“… .”
Black eyes that are squinting and drowsy. There is no other black kitten that is so wary and rummages through trash cans. What a fucking nuisance.
I held out my palm, exposed beneath my crimson robe, to Brigitte.
“It will be over soon.”
“… When I get better, will I be able to go out?”
“I don’t know about that. But I guess it’s possible.”
Brigitte let out a small sigh at my appropriate answer. It was obvious that she really didn’t like it, but it felt like there was nothing she could do about it.
Ssuk.
Her very thin and slender wrist, typical of women, rested on my palm.
Every time I touch a woman’s wrist, I’m surprised, but I wonder how they can live in this world with wrists like these. If they really put too much force into it, it feels like it’ll snap.
Anyway, that’s not important right now.
Deering-.
『Name: Brigitte von Faschone lv. 4
Status: Moros’s Respite》 Hell’s Mark》 Magic Discharge》 Back Pain》 Dry Eyes》
What the heck, Sval.
There were a lot more letters than I had expected. She must have been born a noblewoman and never had to do anything hard. Why are there so many strange letters?
No, rather, are you the type that tends to get chronic illnesses because you only stay in your room and are not very active?
“Is it okay now?”
Ssuk.
Brigitte slid her wrist out of my hand.
“So, how can I know what disease I have just by feeling your wrist?”
It was a question that always came up when I was taking the pulse of my wrist. Honestly, if I was in the opposite position, I would have asked it too.
Several words came to mind right away. But this might be the most useful one in the current situation.
“Do you have any back pain? In the erector spinae area.”
“That’s true. How did you find that out? Did you hear it from other therapists? Or my father? Or Sydney?”
“I haven’t heard from anyone. Your eyes are a little dry, aren’t they? They might feel sticky.”
“…I, I’ve never told anyone about that?”
Brigitte’s eyes, which had been filled with suspicion just a moment ago, soon took on an even more suspicious glow.
“How on earth did you figure that out? Magic?”
“If you say it’s similar, then it is similar. Anyway, let me start by solving your back pain. Lie face down on that bed over there.”
“You don’t want to get sick?”
“It won’t hurt. It might even make you feel better.”
My massage skills were so good that even the picky witch, Canfriede, acknowledged them.
Now that I have gained more dexterity through grace, it would not be an exaggeration to say that I have reached the level of a true massage expert.
You should consider yourself lucky to be getting a massage from the Archduke of Hell, Hassan. This is my reward.
With such a ridiculous thought in mind, I opened my mouth and urged the noble lady on.
“Lie down quickly.”
“… If you do something weird, I’ll yell at you. Then you’ll be in big trouble. You’d better not have any other thoughts.”
“I see.”
Ssuk.
With those words, Brigitte lay down on the bed in front of me. The voluminous dress was a little bothersome.
I didn’t have the courage to say to the noble lady, “I have to do it on my bare skin, so take it off for me.” If I did, my throat might really get cut off.
But, well, I know the massage points that are good for lower back pain even without looking at the skin.
No, since we’re going over clothes anyway, shouldn’t we try chiropractic therapy instead of acupressure?
So I grabbed both ankles of the black noble lady Brigitte.
“Why are you touching my legs!?”
“We want to measure how much your waist and pelvis are curved in one direction or another.”
Since we will be living indoors, we will be sitting on beds or chairs a lot. So naturally, the human body will lean to one side.
So I straightened both her legs and checked the position of the soles of her feet to see which way the girl’s body was leaning.
“You can touch the soles of your feet now. It’s not something weird, it’s just a therapeutic act, so don’t worry about it.”
“… .”
Brigitte, who had been chattering away until just now, shut her mouth and said nothing as soon as she started receiving treatment.
However, at the moment, it was closer to an attitude of detached acceptance rather than a feeling of being scared or cowering.
You’ve probably tried many different treatments from many different therapists, so whatever happens now feels like nothing new.
Of course, I liked this better than making a lot of noise and pulling out.
“Your left leg is a bit short. I’ll adjust it for you first.”
So I placed my hand on the left pelvis of Youngae Brigitte, who was lying flat on her stomach. No, to be precise, I placed my right and left hands on the lower part of her left buttock.
I could feel the soft and smooth texture of her buttocks through the frills of her dress, and for a moment, I felt like my blood was rushing to Juji.
This reminded me again that this was a therapeutic act and not an obscene or lewd act.
“after-.”
I let out a small sigh.
Now, the most important thing is to apply the right force in the right direction. However, considering my sudden increase in strength, it would be okay to ease up a bit.
I apply pressure to my pelvis, feeling it under my left and right palms, with a sucking sound.
Knock knock.
“Keeeyayak…!!”
Young-ae screamed in surprise.
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