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168 ? Clumsy Socializing #4
The garden was very large.
And there are flowers, fountains, and sculptures placed here and there, making it a real feast for the eyes.
In the garden, there were also several dwarves carving marble, sweating profusely.
“No, that’s not it.”
He was sculpting without being exposed to the scorching sun. It really seemed like the artist’s soul was burning.
As someone who has no taste or insight in such things, the only thing that came to mind was a vulgar thought like, “How much would one of those statues cost?”
After walking for a long time, I arrived at the entrance of the mansion.
The three-story mansion was very grand at first glance. It was so impressive that it reminded me of an indoor stadium.
What would it be like to live in a house like this?
Luna and I have a hard time cleaning that tiny two-story cabin every day, so we’re having a hard time.
Moreover, if a house this big is not well managed, dust will accumulate here and there.
If dust accumulates, bugs may swarm.
If bugs swarm around, scary spiders might spin webs to catch them and eat them. Thinking about it that way, it seems like a house that is just as big isn’t necessarily a good thing.
Of course, in such a huge house, there are a lot of people working there, so they would clean every nook and cranny every day.
Crunch, crunch.
There will be maids like that too.
“I have been waiting for you. My name is Sydney, your servant, your Majesty.”
A woman with her blonde hair tied back and wrapped neatly in something like a white net greeted me at the entrance to the main building of the mansion. Is Sydney her name?
The black maid’s uniform is made of black cloth and is accompanied by a short skirt that reaches down to the thighs, black stockings, and black pointed shoes.
Why are they all black? They look like grim reapers, so they’re a bit creepy.
Of course, if I think about it the other way around, I think it would be scary to see myself wearing a mask and robe and looking like a freak.
“… .”
This woman, Sydney, was indeed as strong-willed as a maid serving a nobleman, and it was impossible to read even the slightest emotion from her facial expression.
She is quite pretty, but I feel it is a bit of a waste for her to be so stiff and cold. In fact, maybe that is better.
I don’t know.
Anyway, when I stood in front of the mansion, my mind seemed to be deploying a defense mechanism, and useless thoughts kept piling up. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m trying to do here. Did I get heatstroke?
“Therapist, please follow me.”
So, Sydney, the hired hand, guides me into the mansion.
I followed her dark, narrow steps into the mansion.
Odd.
A huge entrance opened without warning. It was very dark inside, as if the lights were not on. It was to the point where I wondered if it was safe to step inside.
Gooooooooo-.
It was as if the sight of this huge beast of a mansion was gaping open its mouth with its deep throat wide open.
It’s so hot and scorching outside, but inside, in the dark, dark room, it feels like I can feel the cold air.
This is a completely different world.
“Come on. The Baron is waiting.”
Sydney must have sensed my hesitation as she turned to me, clicking her heels.
So, feeling like I didn’t know what to do, I finally put my whole body inside the mansion.
OMG. BAM.
The door to the mansion closes on its own at that moment.
Sval, what is it?
Is it magic?
There are doors in the world that close automatically. It’s so horrible and scary. How can a door close on its own without anyone opening or closing it?
“It is said that the ancestor of Baron Fleur was a priest who served the god of magic and sorcery long ago. The magic from that time still remains in this villa he built.”
As if he had noticed my fear, my employee Sydney gave me a few words of explanation. It was magic. Now that I know its true nature, the mystery is lessened and my fear subsides a little.
Actually, if I think about it, I’ve seen automatic doors and such so many times in modern times that I’m sick of them. Now that I think about it again, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
I must have just been feeling oppressed and intimidated by the dark, damp, dungeon-like interior of this mansion. It was a very large, dark, cave-like mansion.
Crunch, crunch.
Only the sound of women’s heels echoes across the wide marble floor.
There were a few people in the garden, but the inside of the mansion was empty, as if only I and this woman existed.
It’s just me and this creepy woman in this big mansion?
That fact became so unbearable that I finally opened my mouth and asked.
“Is there no one else besides us?”
“Everyone is hiding. They often come out on their own at dawn.”
“…okay.”
It’s quite hard to understand what the hell he’s talking about, so I decided to just keep my mouth shut instead of asking.
Then Sydney, who was walking ahead, said something.
“It’s lunch time. Let’s eat first. I’ll guide you to the restaurant.”
* * *
The restaurant was located on the first floor of the mansion.
As I pass through the winding hallway and push open the large door with my hand, a fairly wide space appears with a creaking sound.
A space made black by black curtains. And a long table can be seen in front of it. The tablecloth on the table is surprisingly white.
But as this dark situation continues, even the white color begins to look strange enough to cause a bit of neurosis.
“Please sit down and wait, the Baron will arrive shortly.”
I sat down at the end of the long table, following the instructions of my employer, Sydney. Soon, Sydney even put something like a white handkerchief around my neck that he had taken out from somewhere.
“Then excuse me.”
Again.
Sydney disappears into nowhere with the sound of her shoes finally coming to an end.
Now I’m the only one left in this weird restaurant.
I was busy looking around, my head tilted.
Framed pictures hanging here and there on the walls depict the faces of men with their hair in strange buns, perhaps wearing wigs.
Since it is the Baron’s villa, would it naturally be the Baron’s family, ancestors, or the Baron himself?
But what was peculiar was that all of its pupils were painted black in the shape of an X. It was quite an eerie sight.
What the hell, Sval?
Did you come for nothing?
Should I just say I have something to do and step back? Just as I was thinking that.
Interesting-.
A loud noise was heard along with the sound of a door opening somewhere.
I can hear the clean, solid sound of footsteps as they hit the ground.
Soon, a man wearing black clothes wrapped tightly around his body, just like last time, appears and sits down at the end of the table far across from where I was sitting.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Fleur von Faschone, a member of the Sodomora Council and a seventh-generation descendant of the city’s founding wizards.”
Baron Fleur.
This man is the owner of this huge dark mansion.
“The main office will have lunch. I hope you will be satisfied with the small bird meat.”
As he takes his seat and puts a handkerchief around his neck, Sydney appears with what looks like a cart and begins to place plates in front of me and Baroness Fleur.
On the plate placed for me was a whole roasted bird, as small as my fist.
It looked delicious, but the portion was small. I felt like it would all disappear after one bite.
Is it quality over quantity? Is this the style of the aristocrats?
Click, click-.
Next to it, a knife and fork are also provided.
I think you could just grab it with your hands and eat it.
Dalgrak, sseuuk, sseuuk-.
Since the Baron began his elegant meal with a fork and knife, I too had no choice but to follow suit and cut up this tiny bird with a knife.
This sub is so fucking uncomfortable.
“You are quite a noble person. Did you receive any higher education? Or perhaps you are the child of a noble family.”
The Baron said something after seeing me eating a very difficult meal without taking off my mask.
He seemed quite impressed by my knife skills, which I have been honing since my student days cutting pork cutlets.
I answered vaguely so as not to reveal that I was a Samaritan.
“Well, that’s just it.”
“I don’t know how you managed to hide your face like that. I don’t think I should ask. After all, I’m also trying to hide my face and this mansion.”
“… .”
I didn’t say anything to the Baron. I just felt uncomfortable at this dinner table. I should hurry up and go home.
So I ask:
“Since I have a schedule, I’ll ask you directly without being rude. I heard your daughter is sick?”
“I heard from Bargo. Yes, he is sick. Did you hear what the illness is?”
“It’s a disease that makes your breasts smaller….”
“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve been sick. I’m not bragging, but our Passione family has served the God of Magic for generations. That’s why we have a lot of magical power thanks to his blessings. That’s why women in the Passione family tend to have big breasts.”
I never quite understood what having a lot of magic power had to do with having big breasts.
But now that I think about it, women who were good at using strange magic, like Elfriede or the witch Nemea, seemed to have larger breasts.
Is it something like a mana pouch?
A heart that’s a mana sac. I thought about it and it was so funny. It’s a good thing he’s wearing a mask.
“So, Count Clementor’s son only knows that my daughter has big breasts.”
“okay.”
“This is a really, really serious problem.”
I pictured the situation in my head, wondering why it was such a serious problem.
If Luna and I were having our first night together and Luna took out two large balls from between her breasts, I think I would be really upset and taken aback.
“This is a big problem.”
“It doesn’t matter who you are or what method you use. I have to make this wedding happen no matter what. So, please do something about it. You can expect a return gift.”
“Even if it’s illegal, is it okay?”
“What if it’s illegal?”
The Baron stopped eating and asked instead. I could feel sweat dripping down from my forehead to my eyes. Of course, I couldn’t wipe it away because I was wearing a mask.
So I’ll just answer for reference.
“It could be an illegal treatment that is not authorized by a temple or government office.”
“Our Passionate family, no. I have always suffered from rumors and finger-pointing. Fleur who sold her soul to the devil, Fleur who came back from the dead, Fleur who eats humans… Magic is often considered to be witchcraft or the tricks of the demons of hell. That’s why rumors spread.”
Swish, swish-.
The man muttered something incomprehensible and cut up another small piece of bird meat. Then he picked it up with a fork and chewed it with his white teeth that were visible under his dark veil.
“And some of them are not rumors, they are real. Our family did whatever it took to revive it. So I wouldn’t be surprised if you did something.”
He was a man with a strange force. This is what it means to be a nobleman who stands above people.
“Then, can I see your daughter now…?”
“If you swear that you will keep everything that happens in this mansion a secret, and that you will not be surprised by anything you see.”
Ssuk.
The knife stops again.
Soon Baroness Fleur warned me in a very stern voice.
“I don’t want to kill you.”
There was a brief silence. Soon, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of knives and forks clacking against plates.
I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to hear a man say something so harsh, “I’ll give your daughter a breast massage.”
Shit, I guess I’ll just go back.
At that moment, Fleur took something out of her black sleeve and placed it on the table with a thud.
Dalgrak.
It was a metal stick the size of a palm. A metal stick that gleamed gold.
Shit, a gold bar. Isn’t that a gold bar?
I never thought something like that could actually exist in the real world. If I sold that, wouldn’t I be able to add a little yard to Luna’s cabin?
“Please take good care of my daughter.”
“Let’s give it a try.”
* * *
In this huge three-story garden, there was a space that looked like a towering spire, like a lighthouse. The rooftop room of the spire could only be reached after climbing a winding staircase for a while.
It is said that the Baron’s only daughter, Brigitte, lives in this place, which seems like it could be used as a prison for princesses captured by evil dragons or demon lords.
I was wondering if the Baron was abusing his own daughter.
“Bridgette, you like high places.”
From what I heard from Sydney, who was guiding me, it seemed like the Baroness had chosen this high place herself to make her room.
Because of that, I had a hard time climbing up an uncountable number of stairs. I felt like I wanted to take off my robe and mask right away.
“after-.”
When I somehow managed to get to the top, a door decorated with a garland of flowers blocked my path. It seemed as if the entrance had been decorated beautifully, as befitting a girl’s room.
Again.
Sydney, the employee, takes a step back from me as I am catching my breath before knocking on the door.
“I will wait in front of here.
“Can I go in alone?”
Is it okay to let a healthy man into a room alone?
I was wondering what would happen if something happened. This cold employee didn’t answer my questions and just stared blankly at my face.
Well, it’ll work out somehow.
Actually, I was a little worried that this woman might follow me into the room. If she could get out of there on her own, I would be at ease.
dripping.
I knocked on the door like that. Then I heard a loud rustling and noise coming from inside.
who are you?
The voice had a rather cheerful side. It was lively, unlike someone who was sick.
“Are you Miss Bridget? I am, well, I am a healer who can cure your illness.”
Oh, it seems my father called a useless person again. He is not needed, so go away. My illness cannot be cured by just anyone.
What the hell?
I never thought this problem would arise.
Gold bars dazzling before my eyes.
That amazing golden rod made unexpected sounds come out of my mouth.
“Why don’t you get a diagnosis? Even though I look like this, I’m actually quite skilled. I’ve even had nymph breasts enlarged.”
Nymph? Sir, have you ever seen a nymph?
A voice that seemed quite interested could be heard from inside the door. More than that, it was like, “Hey, old man. ” I felt like I got hit with something I never thought I would.
He’s a really strong opponent.
“I’ve seen a lot of nymphs. I know what nymphs like. Nymphs like candy.”
Hmm, nymphs like candy-.
Suddenly.
At that moment, the tightly closed door opened with a squeak. My experience with Paranoy must have helped me open that tightly closed door.
after-.
So I took a deep breath after adjusting my robe and mask once more.
There aren’t any mirrors in this mansion, so it’s quite inconvenient to tidy up my appearance.
“Okay, let’s go in, miss.”
So I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly pushed it open, entering a fairly spacious and comfortable room.
Antique wallpapers scattered here and there, windows so brightly lit that you wouldn’t believe it’s the same mansion.
From the dolls placed beautifully to the soft bed, it was even more splendid and brilliant than the noble lady’s room I had imagined, and was truly dazzling.
But above the bed, black hair with a glossy sheen was fluttering like a black curtain.
I was really surprised.
If I hadn’t had a mask, everyone would have seen my stupid expression.
“mister.”
A girl with a relatively young face and a cute appearance spoke with a bright smile. Her cat-like eyes were slightly sharp.
“Sir, is it true that you saw a nymph?”
[Work Review]
As those of you who have read my previous works know, I, Michuri, don’t actually write long novels as a novelist…
Still, I think this will be the longest article I’ve ever written, because there are quite a few things that need to be taken back and that I’ve left out…
Even though the story is quite long, I hope we can all see each other until the end ㅠㅠ… If the readers don’t read it, Michuri will be ruined….
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