I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 161

Chapter 81.1

“Are you worried about something?”

Dimitri asked, sitting languidly in his chair and crossing his legs.

I nodded helplessly.

“Sasha isn’t eating.”

“Oh, she seems to want to cut her life short.”

At the playful tone, I glanced at him. Dimitri cleared his throat before asking in a slightly kinder, gentler voice than he had just used.

“Why did she go on a hunger strike? It’s probably because of the devil.”

“How did you know?”

“It’s obvious what’s inside her little head.”

“Do you think there’s a good way to convince Sasha?”

Asking that, I gazed at him earnestly, but Dimitri only gave me a blank stare as he smoothed his clothes out of habit.

“Well.”

When I read the atmosphere similar to Esca from him, I uttered bluntly.

“Is everyone not worried about Sasha? Making a deal with the devil to risk your life is too risky, am I the only one who thinks so?”

“Give it a little more time.”

“To Sasha? She’s so stubborn…”

However, Dimitri was looking at me. It was only then that I realized he had been directing his words at me.”

I stuttered in doubt.

“Did you just say that to me, in the sense of… giving myself time?”

He shrugged defensively.

“It’d be better for you to talk about this with someone else. I don’t want Rowaine to be resentful towards me.”

That word was the equivalent of an affirmative answer.

I stared at him in complete disbelief.

“Are you telling me to take my time? Are you implying that I’m being stubborn?”

Dimitri, who was straightforward and never one to backpedal, quickly brought up something else as if he’d rather get out of this subject of conversation.

“I hear the chef is doing a whole-roasted barbecue for dinner tonight. Didn’t Rowaine want to try it the other day? Did you say it’s called samgyeopsal*?”
[ T/N: Samgyeopsal refers to pork belly’s fat cap and the two leaner layers of meat below it, one light and one dark—grilled pork belly, which is a type of grilled dish in Korean cuisine. ]

“Dimitri.”

“You said you also wanted to serve it with strong liquor and with different kinds of leaves as garnishes, right?”

“I don’t mean to be angry.”

Dimitri squinted his eyes with suspicion as he looked at me. Seeing his reaction like that, I felt like I had been hit in the head.

‘Was I being too sensitive about this?’

…To the extent that he would avoid the conversation like that?

Looking back on my behavior so far, I felt a little embarrassed.

‘I just said no. Since it sounded too risky to me, I have no choice but to object, right?’

As I thought so, I felt that my attitude was the natural look that a guardian should have. Nonetheless, looking at Dimitri’s expression, I thought it would be a good idea to put aside the stubbornness simmering inside and listen to what he had to say.

“Wait a minute, let me take a deep breath.”
[ T/N: It’s kinda funny that she knows she needs to collect herself before going full Karen-mode LOL (๑ ˃́ ꇴ ˂̀ ) ]

I closed my eyes as I took a slow breath, trying to silence the voice in my head that was frantically screaming, ‘Sasha shouldn’t be making a contract with the devil.’

I then smiled at Dimitri, indicating that I was ready to talk.

“Okay. Now, I can tell you that I’m not really trying to be angry. I just need to hear why everyone is saying that I’m being stubborn about this dangerous thing.”

Dimitri, who had been rolling his eyes, realized that he would no longer be able to avoid it.

“Alright, but let’s make sure we have a solid defense in place before we start talking.”

“Means of defense?”

Leaving me puzzled behind, he called the butler and the two whispered something in each other’s ear for a moment.

Soon after, the butler left the room and returned quickly.

Behind the returning butler, the kitchen staff brought plates and two-tiered trays and set them on the sofa table.

“Wow…”

Diagonally sliced bread, toasted to a golden brown on a small furnace, was accompanied by rich, deeply flavored butter, pure white whipped cream, and the chef’s special jam, all neatly arranged on the table.

Additionally, there were sandwiches stuffed with mashed hard-boiled eggs and sliced vegetables, and a millefeuille—a delicate pastry layered with not-too-sweet custard cream and topped with raspberries—presented on a two-tiered tray.

The top tier was filled with an assortment of crisp sweets, including brandy snaps, thin ginger cookies rolled into cylinders and filled with stiff cream, and biscuits sprinkled with sugar.

Dimitri, noticing my widened eyes, lifted his chin triumphantly like a general well-prepared for battle.
[ T/N: He knows a way to her heart well ٩(•̤̀ ᵕ •̤́ ๑ )ᵒᵏᵎᵎ ]

“Let’s talk while eating.”

“This is amazing.”

“When there was a shortage of employees, the chef said he wanted to show his gratitude to Rowaine for giving up dessert and reducing the kitchen work.”

I knew that he was appreciative of that, but I didn’t know that the chef would do this much.

Anyway, I topped the toasted bread with butter and blueberry jam. With a crunchy sound, the flavor of butter and the sweetness of homemade blueberry jam enraptured my tongue in ecstasy. Dimitri was really smart. Like this, he figured out how to make my heart warm and fuzzy so quickly.

But at the same time, I thought a lot about Sasha, who skipped breakfast.

‘I can’t believe she refused to eat even though there’s always so much delicious food.’

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